Some say, he found Farago’s mojo in the pasta aisle of a Tesco’s in Shropshire, and that he huffs the platinum from catalytic converters at key parties. All we know is, he apparently just cracked up a Murcielago.
Some say that his face resembles that of a well-known, sought after Saudi Arabian and that his laugh is none too dissimilar from that of a serial killer. All we know is that he is just a cracked up Portmarnock fella called the Cliff!!
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Some say that his face resembles that of a well-known, sought after Saudi Arabian and that his laugh is none too dissimilar from that of a serial killer. All we know is that he is just a cracked up Portmarnock fella called the Cliff!!
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