My hometown exists far, far away. You have to travell one minute by foot, ten by bike, four by bycyle.
Une jour un actu. C'est tres important. Anyway.
One hour by train- two by hands, and three minutes by toes.
Eventually, you'll get there. When you do, fart three times and hold the fourth for as long as you can.
If you can hold it for a minute you get 25% discount on the towns pizza. Yummy!
My hometown is driven by kakkelakker. Yuck. De e ekle, la meg fortella deg.
Hungry for life, thirsty for the distance. Remember?
Your personality is like a fart. If you have to force it, it's most likely shit. And I stay by that.