What is you?
What is me?
When have I been all your life?
Come witness the miracle birth of the baby Greg
So wrap a biro in sausage meat and let’s sit around the open pug while we raise a warm mug of yoghurt to Greg.
Gregs change nightly
Oh, and don’t forget to give a hot boiled egg to the bus driver and pop a radish up your arse on Gregmas Eve.
All killer no filler let’s go fuck a caterpillar.
One man’s quest to touch it heaps.