The fonterrorists will go elsewhere The big boy powers always find a small dot far away from their large splodge To check and wreck havoc to Itβs got to be far far enough away that if you can smell the smoke, Itβs faint enough that you could mistake it for incense Or your might twitch your nose Turn your head and say Is someone smoking? It smells like someone is smoking?
When the water is more **** than water When it is only dry, desitutte, eroded wasted uselessness, The fonterrorists will go elsewhere Somewhere with more utility.
I spoke to this man I met on the street and he told me that while he was on holiday he met a very guilt ridden man who was working for fonterra (read: fonterror) and he told me that they were already laying the plans to move on from colonised Aotearoa once it is all wasted.