...here's the table he keeps his fountain...

...the flatscreen in the same living room...

...his hot water heater...

...which thankfully is not hooked up to his furnace...

...on a 'cuz it's also his still.

Spucky is one clever fucker.

I seen them water heaters before.
In Polish homes.

At least we have homes, while ya Czeckerlands live in warrens.

More space for gardens.
Free range parsley.

That we only know of from yer fairy tales, no one drunk it, no one seen it. Strange? No. Kewel, really kewel, indeed. More gardens=more slains fer Vieux Pontarlier 65.

Can't prove yr
tansilated pigeon xit
by me, neither.

Hop on yr sow
and ride over.
We'll kill it for dinner
over drinks.

Thanx fer invitation, butt everythin' else, slains not. Not suitable fer my bitter palate.

I'll give ya a pickle.

I knew it ya have that tradition despite modernist conspiracy! Tuzemak will be a nice addition to it.

Kinda vaniller fer you,
ain't it?

Adds spicy flavour to the life.

Gimpy does a little A/V installation at his summer home...Oops.

In vain, in vain...

Gimp don't make no mistakes
with his firearms.

You best kneel down and squeal
for deliverance.

I have my spies as well:

I double dog dare ya
to rob my house.

And make yr getaway
by taxi.

Since ya invited me, I wood stay. Moravian slivovitz speaks my language, doesn't it?

One prune juice for the
pickle Polisher, please.

Hruskovice is good as well. One? Ya're kiddin'. At least ten, or I won't enter.

And ten pears to lubricate
the rectal wombat,
if he may.

I finger yr givin'
him the squeezin's.