On hearing that some vandals wrecked my friends shack in the south Island of NZ
Revenge
The joes raise their clubs and slash out smashing wood and glass their anger or was it their joy to destroy leaving the place a broken ruin then they lumber down to the beach casting bottles beery into the tide fucking this and fucking that into the wind the sting of the sand then fighting and biting back into their eyes and ears the broken shard shells cutting into their feet then the air division sand flies as big as birds swoop down and bite off chunks of vandal till there is nothing left of them but their rage which disperses with my blessing into the red mad sun
@Neil Furby
Sorry about that feel better now
