THE WEEKEND HAS LANDED
THE WEEKEND HAS LANDED
all that exists now is clubs, drugs, pubs and parties. I've got 48 hours off from the world, man. I'm gonna blow steam out of my head like a screaming kettle. I'm gonna talk codshit to strangers all night. I'm gonna lose the plot on the dancefloor, the free radicals inside me are freaking man! Tonight I'm Jip Travolta, I'm Peter Popper, I'm going to Never Never land with my chosen family man. We're going to get more spaced out than Niel Armstrong ever did. Anything could happen tonight ya know. This could be the best night of my life. I've got 73 quid in my back burner and I'm gonna wax the lot man - The milky bars are on me! YEAH!
[color=red] . : [/color][size=85] You knows you knows [/size]