B r a d l e y
It was a dark and stormy night, or was it. this bradley is not a tank. Sometimes it was hard to tell, it rained, it rain-dead. this bradley is not a tank. Did I belong here? Did I belong anywhere? this bradley is not a tank.
Those were questions I was just going to have to find the answers to I guess.
It was a dark and stormy night. Or was it? this bradley is not a tank. The seventh seal had been broken.
The Seventh? Already? Time flew when we were having fun. Seems only yesterday we were slamming tequila. Tequila? Tequila! this bradley is not a tank.
In old Barcelona. It was time. this bradley is not a tank.
Time for what? Who knew?
Just time. this bradley is not a tank.
This Bradley Arrested Nicolas Fouquet.
