Dual Sport Nirvana - simple as that. No time for
the old in-out, love, I've just come to read the meter. But, brothers, this biting of their toe-nails over what is the cause of badness is what turns me into a fine laughing malchick. Well, well, well, well. If it isn't fat, stinking billygoat Billy-Boy in poison. How art thou, thy globby bottle of cheap, stinking...