Young Jamie, three, two, one.

Ladies and gentlemen, my favorite farmer.

He, you're my favorite farmer.

I'm your favorite farmer.

Yeah, I don't know that many of them but you're number one.

All right.

I have a feeling that I don't quite farm the things you would rather use.

What do you mean like marijuana is that we're trying to say?

I wasn't going to say it, but if you're going to bring it up.

I love wine, dude.

You make fucking killer wine.

Okay, I'm a fan of your wine.

So, there you go.

I have yet to try your food, but I want to.

I didn't even know what an Oerea was until I talked to you. See? I didn't know. Are that you use

falcons to kill birds in your opinion? That fucking thing you sent me is

dope as fuck. So you have hired falcals, you hired a person in a couple that raises Falcons to kill pigeons that are

fucking with your food.

Starlings, Sparrows, anything that's messing with the grapes.

They have these

falcons come through and the thing is the collector birds in the area will have a

memory of that so like if you have this hawk come through the vineyard and they just pulverize and there's feathers everywhere

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