As we placed them in a truss
His wounded wrists sang with white pus
Bones snap, to time a roared discuss
The neighbours never made a fuss.
For cocaine that was sold him thus
And money that he owed to us
Jimmy Giannopoulos
Was shot in the oesophagus.
Everyone thinks I just adore hats, but the secret is I only wear hats that can be a Hatmit. What is a Hatmit, you say? It originally sat on my shelf branded for someone's grandpa to wear- I've been to
“Oh, dear,” my mother-in-law says in a concerned voice. She is reading County Down local news on her I-pad. “What is it?” I ask. “There was a man found dead in his house. They say that judging by the
