This has to be the first poem segment that actually had me laughing out loud. Also, having expected your usual sensually smooth voice, I had my speakers turned up quite high... Day-old roommates were none-too-pleased XD

Oh dear lord hes turning American all ready, Quick someone give the man some good English tea and some crumpets. Because God knows that he’ll soon be talking about beans and corn bread, sweet potato pie, bagels, hot dogs, apple pie, Kentucky Bourbon some good hog sex and Budwiser. :P

Garr the only person in this world gone mad, that can make anger sound so sexy. :)

Lots of licks and best of luck in you’re new venture, and try not to get mugged or shot over there.
Because a world with out Garr is a world berley worth living in.

Actually, since he's moving to New York, he'll talk about murdering people, taking drugs, and acting all gheetto(purposeful), or taking over a business and treating his workers like shit. Those are the only things I think New York can teach anyone.

I like how you said not to get mugged or shot. Those're the reasons I'm scared about Garr coming here. I may be paranoid, but a lot of bad things seem to happen to good people in this state. Guess I worry too much about friends.

Congradulations. You moved to North America. Avoid the post office and banks and generally anything where you have to deal with beauracrats.

They only hire sadomasochists.

*chuckles* Though very true, hearing you going stark raving mad for a moment was pretty funny.

This warrants a good laugh! I know simple exchange students that went through hell and back to get to America just temporarily. It doesn't matter which country your in, bureaucrats seem all the same.

Wait, so Garr is human too? Why didn't I get the memo on this!? I was going to put him up for his own sainthood and or non denominational church body... Ah well.

Yup, that's good ol' America for yah.

*cackles, falling off her rock* But it was such a lovely, articulate madness, the way you pick the 'fuckwit' bureaucrats apart with hardly a swear-word (not completely absent, just wonderfully few)- trust the British to be able to slag something and do it with CLASS... Garr, you kick tail. Welcome to the madness that is North America. Be sure to check your weasel at the claims desk- the yanks are a bit mad about bringing strange species across their borders. Hmmm, tell 'em yer human. Then maybe they won't look at you too hard. But that weasel? He's gonna have troubles... *grins*

I've fallen behind in my listening of your stuff since I like to be able to sit down and relax and enjoy it and think and stuff and haven't had much of a chance for a while. So it took me a while to get to this one.

So, I found a nice quiet moment in my life, and as usual, instantly felt my blood pressure drop so low I should have imploded at the first sound of your voice. And then 30 seconds later, I found myself rocketting out of my chair and spending the next few minutes feebly trying to remove my head from the ceiling while laughing the entire time. Which was a little difficult.

I'm sure it's a lot funnier when you're not going through it, but somehow, someone with a normally insanely calming voice describing utter stupidity in colourful, precise, poetic ways is extremely funny for some reason. Nice job, Garr. You made my day.

Hope everything did turn out well and the process didn't cause too much pain. Welcome to the US.

Hehehehe,.. wow, it seems like a lifetime ago that I recorded this one.
The move went fairly well, but even so it was the most stressful and harrowing experience I've ever been through,. but on the plus side all the usual stresses of life now seems so much easier to deal with in comparison :D