How I love the sunshine....but I stay under glass. I see the City's ripped backsides and do not wish to venture out until I gain my nomination.
Then I am going to make everyone take passage with the new Bonaparte. That'll be me. I have broken ribs, thus a rather useless but protective right arm. Makes Napoleon and me kinda bruvs.
Briefest ever, but it's Iggy and the Stooges. Murder on the dance-floor when I was a lad.
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