moan moan moan moan
blah, blah, blah
grit, grit, grit.
Expect the unseasonable winter of 2011 to bankrupt Irlanda as we end up with a billion tons of tiny stones in the centre of the country, with a knock on effect of the country sinking. Oh very clever!
You want grit, here’s the GRIT
and here’s GRITS
Jesus, how will this stop me slithering around the roads?
