Were British and were Back.  Some of us For Good, others Here.  Draggin heaters, like a TRUE New Yorker.  Whose incestuous fudge is it?  Dave Guy likes talkin young guys who achieve.  Mandrews chowin in the middle, the juices drippin off his chin.  Mixon gets buys once hes touched.  Poon Spike, Hard Seltzer.  Cabbage Juice.  Get that Supa Dupa Flex all up in ya junk.  Handsy Cabbage at the bottom of that RASL barrel.  The plural of cabbage is most certainly not ‘cabbi’.  Expect a sweaty brine in your face when youre a Helmsmen.

 

‘Sacrifice the booms to forget the busts’ is the worst bumper sticker.