Gone fishing.

I will go away today. I am going south and I will be back sometime in August. You will probably flourish while I’m gone. See the world in another light. Maybe it will seem brighter. Eventually, you might even think that I’ve been smothering you and you will begin to dread my return. But know this! No one sees you like I see you. People love you, no doubt. But I look at you and I see diamonds, I see clusters of stars brightly shining and I dare bask in the beauty of it. Cut me out and you are left a mere mortal; ignore me and you black out a part of yourself.

Miss me, as I shall miss you.

Finally, do not listen to people with split tongues. Their words are not exactly lies, but nor can they possibly speak the truth. And for God’s sake: floss, even though it’s summer. Libidoly speaking, tooth decay is a hundred times more destructive than a split tongue.

That is all.

No, wait, a donkeymentary. The "Mr Bush" featured in the clip once hired J to work as a chicken dealer and is currently a member of the parliament.