Whenever there’s a world-ending crisis at hand, I know where to place my bets.
It’s on you, you big, beautiful, lumbering piles of flannel.
So if you’ll forgive my transgression, I’ll make it worth your while.
Whenever there’s a world-ending crisis at hand, I know where to place my bets.
It’s on you, you big, beautiful, lumbering piles of flannel.
So if you’ll forgive my transgression, I’ll make it worth your while.