Revel in the unadulterated majesty of the freshly purchased Contact Play van.... Look at it. Look at it again. Soon the brass New Zealand flag will have been turfed from the side to make way for a stunningly realistic image of a mans face, beaten to a pulp by twenty sovereign ringed fists, and the empty space inside will be replaced by one hundred goons. If you see it rolling through your ends, I suggest you run for your life and call the authorities, as we would most likely be about to commit a stunningly accurate egg and cod drive-by on the latest chief who we deem to have disrespected our hustle. GANG.

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