Every bit of jerk chicken comes with a glass of milk. And after drinking it, you mysteriously find yourself on an airplane. Every single week.Remember how now one ever died on the A-Team? Ironic this was at the Notting Hill Carnival, then.
02/09/2009
I pity the fool who misappropriates Mr T's name for a temporary take-away stall on a bank holiday in West London
Spotted at the Notting Hill Carnival:
Every bit of jerk chicken comes with a glass of milk. And after drinking it, you mysteriously find yourself on an airplane. Every single week.
Remember how now one ever died on the A-Team? Ironic this was at the Notting Hill Carnival, then.
Every bit of jerk chicken comes with a glass of milk. And after drinking it, you mysteriously find yourself on an airplane. Every single week.Remember how now one ever died on the A-Team? Ironic this was at the Notting Hill Carnival, then.
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