Friday, 22 May 2009

Turning Up Thee Heat

Once he gets going there is no stopping him, like a run away train, driver has long since jumped off, the brakes are shot and the boiler is fit to bursting, the monsterous man machine from fair Maltese shores ups the ante, printing flyers like a madman. They pulled his toot, he lost his baccy and his moped got a flat, can't hold a good man down.

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