Yeh mate...Its the westerly mate. Nothin day at school. Get home. Throw ya bag down...Smash a milo...Nothin means anything mate. You cant feel ya soul mate. Ya know ya will but right now the tips of ya fingers are thawin out and everything that happens is like a memory.
Soooooooo....You head down to the far corner of your backyard and hang a piss mate. All over the banana passionfruit...
Tuesday. This day has got Tuesday written all over it.
Guitar lesson at 4.
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