Word on the tarmac is that a trio of fearless amigos made an ill-advised trip to texas to see the wicked landlords in their ivory towers.
They sought restitution for all the peasants in our land, pleading our case before burning eyes and snarling lips but they had an ace up their sleeves for they asked for it not in gold but in blood.
Adios Mr Potato Head, a great leader leads by example not by force.
To all those sharks circling the floater be very aware the goodwill well of all LAMEs has dried up, it's time to pay the ferryman or become a floater yourself.
