kieran (above) is moving to australia. i fully endorse that my attempt at a pisstake when referring to punks from 'mega'buckinghamshire (more backyard pools per capita than any other county in the UK, maybe less than surrey, i don't know?) has been fully coopted into icing maxims. i've written extensively in previous printed output about Judge, they will always remind me of the above man for his ability to punch a steering wheel to 'whilst maintaining complete cruise control of his hatchback down the M1. I've no doubt the sensation felt having eaten that entire cake would be akin to owning that disgusting looking LP discog someone put out recently, all shiny and orange splatter vinyl (yuck) or realising you're Mike Judge, you look like a little pug, and you wrote those Old Smoke songs. Barf.
Still, judge wise i reserve the right to love those overegged bassline and the total absurdity of 'a joint like a gun at your head' and that i just went to check up that i'd got that right, and saw someone had transcribed the lyrics to fed up as 'smoke on that butt, it makes you mature.' very well done all round.
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