I bet the local traders screamed in apoplectic rage — superficial temporal veins basically playing jump rope on their foreheads — "BUT WE NEED PARKING OUTSIDE OUR SHOPS" at the councillors, drenching their cream coloured blazers with enough frothy blood speckled saliva to turn them a dark beige.
I bet the local traders screamed in apoplectic rage — superficial temporal veins basically playing jump rope on their foreheads — "BUT WE NEED PARKING OUTSIDE OUR SHOPS" at the councillors, drenching their cream coloured blazers with enough frothy blood speckled saliva to turn them a dark beige.