No chance

I've turned into me and licks right now my soul flesh wound. It all started when an older man suddenly began throwing abuse at me, I turned sharply and threw me out a volley profanity. The exchange of insults arose and after a short while it became clear to me that gubbfan probably suffered from Tourette's syndrome and that this was a fight I could not win.

I started feeling me up and threw away a pathetic Fool! with about the same effect as trying to stop a charging rhino with a PEA-SHOOTER. It rattled invectives from the old man and several took pretty good, he got me on the ropes and decided simply to -din vedervärdige schajas!

I can also tell you that without having heard a single note but have seen this year's line-up, I understand that it should surely be equivalent to taking a look in the Melodifestivalen artist manager Christer Björkman's brain which in turn is likely to contain material that would hold a .