I hate to break the news but Capo is dead. I found him at home touching himself innapropriately whilst watching snuff movies. I was disgusted. Disgusted that he didn't invite me and flew into a blind rage. I felt cheated and delivered fist after fist to his poor delicate face. I finally stopped to cradle him in his dying moments, wished him a happy birthday and went off for a whisky.
You're post had me laughing hard, but since Capo hasn't been around in a while I'm starting to think your story is true.
