Poor HumBugger Me They Fucked My Order up. I will eat it Anyway. A fine fancy fellow adorned in an ornate silk jacket, enthusiastically devouring a delightful Whopper whole package, surrounded by surreal triangle loves of new wave gooners with glittering butt bits in antique dustbins, an army of Ashley somebody in flowing emerald robes declaring war is safe for young suns, leaving mine alone to paint vibrant water cooler houses in a wide, cinematic composition at Hermannsburg Lutheran Mission, run away to me vagrant warrior with a mystical aura.
