Cheesey, it's true but takes me right back 40 years, working in market gardens picking cucumbers for **** all an hour, lusting after all the out of my league girls and dreaming of no school for the next six weeks.
This album from last year is just perfect for sitting in the sun with cold beers & hot BBQ meat. Title track.
When racists die they have their eyes propped open with matchsticks and have to spend eternity watching films of why they are such deluded ****s. First up on their long, long night of shameful realization is Ella. Followed by Billie H.