Followed with Boston and the Grayshawn, to my man, the head of Vergeon. To the Stroublers, to the Sweet Van Traverse. The Cubs, the Cubs, a toss. No cheese, no tomatoes. Welcome to the U.S. 1990s. Welcome to Euro U.S. 1990s. Welcome to the U.S. UK 1990s. Welcome to the U.S. 1990s. Seeing the depth, she put it down. She's seen the depth, she put it down. Oh God, that's a slavey arm. And my ambition is to walk, to walk. A one chance and three million jack. Welcome to the U.S. 1990s. My cones of silence. Live your lives. Read some of your poems. A leisure society of severe preponderance. And my fists are bruised. And I don't write properly. Welcome to the U.S. 1990s. My cones of silence. No beer, no cigarettes, no spades, no play on. Welcome to the U.S. 1990s. Welcome to the U.K. 2000s. Welcome to the U.S. 2000s. Welcome to the U.S. 2000s. Welcome to the U.S. 2000s. Welcome to the U.S. 1990s. No beer, no cigarettes, no play on, no jam. No sausages, he's improvising here. All in a town and country, and a large... No this and no that, like bank holidays in England. Don't fucking wonder, there's a recession. Welcome to the U.S. 1990s. As it matters, a very important political statement. Rasmus Jensen. And the twist that excels the bill shall make us stronger. THE END