Urgh. What the hell. I don’t need a fucking homogenous fruit of derbyshire man. All I need is the fucking trip. THE TRIP! HA! For the someone loney do we forget the stakes that are at play on the wheels of life wherein the families of all the big granaries will partake in their own happiness as well as others to make peace with the cause of the various hedge theives and harlots that roam the land looking for my penis and its irresistable charm.