Hiya Dutch Moody Man. This is a message send by a moody cap from down under. As you can see I’ve seen places. From the outback to some of the finest backpack-sheila’s in Sydney. Always on top of my moody mate. As you’ll probably all know the Aussie outback is dry as a dead dingo’s donger and a proper sheila as wet as a carton that slipped out your greasy fingers so that explains why I look like a bunyip. And now he wants to ditch me like a bitch and buy a fresh cap. Making me cactus. Fuck no. FUCK NO. I’m not giving it away. I’ll stay on top. Forever and ever. No worries.