oh look... fusiliers!
                           **** me... i'm drunk.
        c'mon though...
          the corrs'  song the right time?
  you're trying to not tell me
via a million: super trouper,
beams are gonna blind me...
                         but i won't feel blue...
like i always do,
      because there's...
  someone, like, you, glasgow?
         i ******* hope this song ends
with me talking to a girl,
   and some jazz band, playing in
the background.
shveeden isn't exactly a ***** flick
vector to say: me too! me too!
in the schoolboy fashion of raising your
arm and, then, answering a question
that had little, or absolutely no
consequence, for the basis of man.