On everything, I've nothing to say. On some things, everything.
See, just like
Joey Barton* Byron, minus the expensive threads, faraway sightseeing, freak personal issues &
*dude, your drunken gifting of Fergie Time to City cost me first place thanks to Diego's fucking s-i-l, you fucking fuck go eat a gangrenous corpse
Look over the horizon, man, chuck city's closer every day, but till then, fun with puritans! 'tis exactly like a trip to Chuck E. Cheese only with grease & tabletop Space Invaders [ed. note: always wanted one of those, hint, hint] replaced by the über-straitlaced laced with hallucinatory ergotism.
Who knew they were such naughty minxes.