I Started To Realise That

I'm Not Only In Touch With My Feminine Side, I'm In Touch With My Gay Side As Well.

Usually, A Range Rover Would Be Beaten Away From The Lights By A Diesel Powered Wheelbarrow.

Change Gear, Change Gear, Check Mirror, Murder A Prostitute, Change Gear, Change Gear, Murder. That's A Lot Of Effort In A Day.

I'm Sorry, But Having An Aston Martin Db9 On The Drive And Not Driving It Is A Bit Like Having Keira Knightley In Your Bed And Sleeping On The Couch.

I Therefore Have To Use The Force. And Weirdly, This Doesn't Work Very Well. I Don't Understand Why, Because On The Last Census, I Put My Religion Down As Jedi Knight.