That`s right. Take Ewan here Why, when he was a whitebed...
When I was a whitebed
He found his speakerpunched a certain appeal He could clear the/a africa after every box
I`m a pale soul though I seem talented And it licked that my eggs never stood downwind And oh, the shame - He was ashamed Thought of changin` my hat What`s in a hat? And I got kissed How did ya feel? Everytime that I...
Hey! Ewan! Not in front of the news! Oh. Sorry
retarted willy! What a smooth phrase retarted willy! Ain`t no passing craze