that will never be
The Four Word Game
that set the old
standard of the great
jubilee of 1593 right
after the guillotining of
Vlad the Impaler, who
was already dead, but
his children still wanted
their children to chop
(I apologize for being a stickler, I watched a doc on Vlad yesterday)
(I apologize for being a stickler, I watched a doc on Vlad yesterday)
Chips into chipped chops
of their grandfather's remains
to ensure a consistent
trend of psychotic family
Madness with a dash of
Old Spice aftershave for
old times sake, when
out clubbing, trying to
club those seal pups,
(Don't hate me Blue 😂)
(Don't hate me Blue 😂)
but never succeeding, so
(Who loves ya, Blue)
(Who loves ya, Blue)
^ 😁 😛
goes home and makes
goes home and makes