Album Rating: 3.5
There once was a man from Madras, whose balls where made of fine brass. And one day in stormy weather, his balls clang together, and sparks flew out of his ass! Ah, have you heard of the story of the fiddler from Madras though lad? I assure you it would tingle your very soul! There were lions, many lions in the grove, and the fiddler said, ah, a fine place to chance a fiddle! He played a merry tune, assuming much indeed he would have made a merry soul, but his dick twas cut from him, and into the lions den he went, fiddlin' without a dick. But what of the maid from Madras? Sit back me friend, you may read some pain, tis a pity I forgot me nova-cane!
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