Too much time on my hands, not enough hands on my clock
Pure unadulterated drivel, no redeeming features
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Sing with me now
(To the tune of Chirp a chirp a cheep cheep)
Where's Trescothick gone?
Where's Trescothick gone?
He's a whinging pom
He's a whinging pom
He's run away
He's run away
Damn Barmy Army
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