Flannelette

This is the story, of the return of rock’n’roll. About an hour ago, a couple of bogan mates were flip floppin along an extremely long, long, boring road, when they’re ipod went batt flatterery. So they stopped and pondered for a few tedious moments about how they could rendify this inconvenient bullcrap… Iodufnhperioauoierjgoperit….. All of a sudden, the most awesomest Bedford van rolled up with music blaring. Decent music. Not the crap you probably like. Unless your listening to this website. Choice!… Anywho, it was obvious that this mysterious sensational ve-hickle was from the past. Cause it looked old. The man driving wore a flannelette shirt and smelt of success. His passenger resembled Yoda, but the pair of mates were carrying a now half empty carton along with their bummed out ipod, so really, who knows? So the bloke in the flanny leaned out the window and said to the pair, “I just listened to the top ten on the radio, my pal here thrives on good music, and as you can see, I don’t think that poor bastards ever going to be himself again”. The pair observed a now semi-conscious Yoda’s nose bleeding all over the passenger seat, and nodded. The flanny man then threw two guitars at the boys before yelling with frustration, “DO SOMETHIN ABOUT IT!”. So they did.