He said....."I think she's a man...."

His name was Borris.....a vunderful man no? Not only was Borris a vunderful man yah?......He also had an array of wrist watches.

YESHHHHHH wrist watches. Not of the calculator variety..No No. Of the animated variety. But this is another story all together - lets not get ahead of ourselves juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuust yet.

Borris's story is actually one that may pull on ya heart strings yo - might jerk a tear, raise an eyebrow or even cause some type of coniption in your pantal regions....

You see, tonight as we were walking past Club X @ stupid o'clock....Borris came flying out down the stairs.

Picking himself off the dirty dirty crust infested footpath he looked at us and said the following : "Fucken bludi bustarrrrrd. I tink hi vus a vuuuuman...bludi stoopid pirvert bustarrrrrrd. Frigun shtooooopido Borris shtooopids."

And with this.....he set off down the street to the 24hr Hungry Jacks in search of a whopper with cheese.

Now this story doesn't actually end here....No no. It is just the begining....The begining - the creation - the birth - the revolution mutha fucks

Yes Yes

Borris loves a good revolution.

Mad for a revolution....ssssspecially one involving a he/she and crusty footpath and of course a bit o' whopper with cheese actions....just hold the pickles coz those little green farkers aren't marco polo and the man got not only game but he got the styles enuf to make armani cry like a bubby.

Hang on....wait wait wait.

I have a panda on the couch again and the lama's getting jealous.

BING! Going.......DOWN....Stand clear - these doors are closing

NOW

ps: tbc