aka Um Bongo major The President once found an unexpected islet emerging from a slow to flood river. I can’t say for sure how long he was on there abusing himself before calling the society but large areas of vegetation were trampled. “My boys,” he said, “I shall make this a new Capri, that all of us might live well.” He gestured towards a pile of well-thumbed Just Seventeens – The Belgian immediately began classifying them, and though I could not tell the logic behind his ordering, the President seemed to appreciate his efforts. It was time to drink my Capri-Sol.