running out of beer?
and the sun comes down and the legs come out the fluids the great piss take a bludgeoning to death of the memory of last winter this might be the last summer i am thirsty and i want to drink for the love of britain give me a drink it is stinking hot a real balmy day a stonker of a plonka what's your poison tell me about this here ale good for whatever does not even matter when there is nothing else we'll start drinking our own piss lick the sweat from the dog's balls just go ahead whilst the enjoyment is there no fun in the cold with your tongue stuck to a pair of dog bollocks not enough time to develop a character for the summer just throw whatever t-shirt has been in the corner find a real bargain for two ninety nine lasts forever only gets four days out of the year no need to wash is freshened up afore duty comes a calling