I have a friend who owns 3, they smell a lot (and not just with their noses) and they need a lot of grooming. Much like Octavius, although playing with your "sims" and thinking of the O after 10 seconds is really rather flattering.�. So, I immortalised an ABer in a song in wot I almost writ last week in a moment of enlightenment (basically nicked a song and made a couple of tweaks). Can�t beat a bit of tweaking.
Imagine hill-billy barn dancers chewing straw and playing the fiddle and, sort of Oh Brother Where Art Thou�..
I met Champagne by the old barn door
I know just what she was waiting for
up in the hay-loft where the oil lamp flickers
I lost my heart and she lost her mobile-phone
Down by the river where the grass is high
keep on jumping up to see Champagne pass by
down by the river where the bulrush grows
I watch her swimming without no hesitation
Out in the country where the nights are gay,
the owls are trained to look the other way
Down on the beach where the nights are black
You�ll find Champagne lying on her best behaviour
Champagne was kissed by me on the bum,
she said to me, �now what you bleeding gone and done?�
I said I�m at, the end of my wits,
ever since the time I grabbed you by the coffee-machine
Dum da da de dum dum, dum dum.