| Report for George Harrison | |
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| Approved stories | 1 |
| Summary | Perfectly Exquisite |
To the tune of Free, by Ultra Nate
My momma's got no money,
My daddy's on the dole,
They sent me off to Netto,
to nick a sausage roll.
I'm running home, with my Netto sausage roll,
I'm running home, with my Netto sausage roll.
Freed from starvation, with my Netto sausage roll.
The reason we found this funny was a combination of factors; first, the idiocy of stealing from the cheapest shop. Secondly, the lack of ambition in the theft; a single sausage roll, held aloft like the Olypmic Torch on the long run home. Thirdly, because we were from Barnsley, where people still throw rocks at the moon.
My momma's got no money,
My daddy's on the dole,
They sent me off to Netto,
to nick a sausage roll.
I'm running home, with my Netto sausage roll,
I'm running home, with my Netto sausage roll.
Freed from starvation, with my Netto sausage roll.
The reason we found this funny was a combination of factors; first, the idiocy of stealing from the cheapest shop. Secondly, the lack of ambition in the theft; a single sausage roll, held aloft like the Olypmic Torch on the long run home. Thirdly, because we were from Barnsley, where people still throw rocks at the moon.