In outstanding Örkelljunga the intellectual elite consisting of the bröling bus drivers, has glada dagar in this vargawinter with extreme rysskyla. These howling röteggs have left Centrum for the nice ice on the Helmet Sea and are now harassing the people living on the magnificent sjönära tomterna on Solsidan in Hjelmsjöstrand. 24 hours a day the citizens now can listen to the magnificent noise from the roaring cars on the ice. The ultimate challenge for the bus drivers is to cruize around with a tremendous fart and döna as much as possible.
Top of the Pops is when the car sladdar.
The only way these bus drivers know how to show that they are something, is actually to stamp the pedal in the bottom. The brain capacity of these fjolly fjönts are symptomatical for Örkelljunga with its several hillbillies from hell.
The kommunalråd and the police are in vain trying to stop this glöttiga performance of Fjollyday on Ice. The leader of the pack, Kal P Dal, has even started an upprop on Ansiktsboken for the bus drivers civil rights to sladda around on the Helmut Sea.
These intellectual giants will drive around until the warm spring comes around, the ice breaks and they all get a well-deserved ståplats in the Helmet Sea forever. The bottom is nådd…
And this is where it all ends for their magnificent cars:
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| Biltjyrkogården |
In Örkelljunga slutar allmän väg.
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
This is a real bus driver:
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