Friday 13th

Andra,

What is Jim building? Every night we hear loud banging, grinding, and drilling late into the evening. Trees are disappearing and several of the neighbor’s cars are missing fenders and windshields. The whole community smells of sulfur. Perhaps it is a coincidence.

Other than that, everything here is pretty much normal. Tonight we are eating an excellent chicken and rice dish, and (surprise) drinking wine – by the by, you only have 2.7 bottles left in the basement (thank you mucho). Later we will manufacture several fezzes, which are critical to weekend events.

Here is a joke we found:

A priest, a rabbi, and an airman walk into a bar.
The bartender says, "What is this, a joke?!

Funny? Maybe, maybe not – but it is a joke. Regardless, it is not as funny as Pico with a Mohawk.

Jim says hey.