Burn, Funky, Burn!

Just a quick note to secure my place in the fiery pits of hell:

My mate just rang me from Bridgend.  His car’s broken down and he needs a tow.  I’ll have to take my own rope though – you can’t get one for love or money down there!

Ba Dum Ching!

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