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Ge’zit nog wel ekkes.
We zitten on the road, on the buss, off to the big City.
Big promises.
De local football lads jump’ed on.
Tilburg jacket on.
Break sigarelloi’s.
Joint gedraaid, wijn geopen’d, maar gedicht.
Eerst ekk’es naar’t toileto.
We komen langs de STER.
Legendarish hoe d’n Will’m en the Cpt. totally high’jack’ these bars.
Hell’s Angels at the door, checkin’ de zakken, op drugs.
Pakketje bonne’kes bij.
Akkoord’zee’tie.
Wij heel die tent leeg’zuipe.
Gratis.
Alle bonnek’es vervalst.
Vals’munterij.
Heerlijk.
You can be sure we rock’ed that night.
And our whole crew that night, got drunk as fuck’.
A Legendary tale, by the youn’ Pirates.
On a more serious note, let’s hope the fragile cease’fire becomes the permanent one, and that old west versus east beef is geopolitially squahed, buildin’ bridges in stead if burnin’ bodies.
And, as the cherry on the cake.
The re’invention of Europe’s Souvrenity.
This is your final briefing before goin’ over the top.
Let’s get it.
The World in PEACE.
