Mate! I'm zonked absolutely spent. I think I'm gonna give my eyes up for lent. I'll use my sockets to stock stones instead, And with an icy cold stare I'll hide bones in your bed.
Mate! Please accept this invitation, So I can take you away.
'Cos there's a one in 40 thousand chance that Asteroid Apophis Will collide with the earth in less than 20 years. (Oh my god! )
Roll up for the kness up business. Yes yes yes ok I think we've heard quite enough from you.
Instead of staring at your Stella desperately for inspiration. Belt up and quiver at your indignation. I ain't saying anything that could be construed as an apology. There's another case study for anthropology. I know, let's announce embargos and denounce our far foes. Ingrowing egos a syntax he knows. It's just distance that separates us, Or are we really all ethno-centric-ally inclined?
Mate! What the fuck are you on about?
This is a draconian law! I protest! I protest!
The herd is rowdy! The squad is vexed! The herd is rowdy! The squad is vexed!