I must apologize for, and distance myself from, the name-calling strategy of my Bavarian landsman (Hans).
I have never been, will never be, and have nothing but a fleeting resemblance to a "Zwetschgnmanschgal" (sort of a miniature edible scare crow made of dried plums).
Edit: Hans' effort to get on my good side, i.e. "snazzy and smart" are ludicrous.


(man who talks a lot and makes many jokes)


