Beste Tim,

In Breda zien we vaak iemand die is niet zo zen,
we vragen ons telkens weer af is dat Tim of… Superman?
In vliegende vaart probeer je op tijd te zijn voor je school,
omdat je op YouTube niet kon stoppen met kijken naar je idool.

Jongens zijn leuk, maar de leukste jongens zijn 18 jaar,
ja Tim, ik zie je nu lachen dus het is ook echt waar!
Als je nog een leuk vriendinnetje zoekt, geef dan maar een gil,
want ik ken zat meisjes die je willen vragen of je verkering met ze wil!

Ondeugend ben je, je bent voor Sint ook een topper,
ik hoor in huis ook weinig gemopper.
Je vindt het gezellig met je vrienden om je heen,
dat houdt de relaties op de been.

Zuipen, een hobby en voor jou helemaal top,
je klaart nadien ook helemaal op.
Piet probeert jou soms te evenaren,
maar heeft hierna allemaal blaren.

Blijf genieten van de kleine dingen in het leven,
vandaar dit cadeau want hier zul je veel plezier aan beleven.

Sint en Piet

+rep Pink Floyd

me too

Quintus the Fat

He knows deep inside, Quintus's master mind will lead his men to a mighty victory.

Quintus takes the lead, changes the formations and tells all troops what to do. His voice drives away all fear and fills the dwarves with heart.

With all set up well, the battle is about to start.

The Bretonian knights are like thunder, charging over and over again, with never ending courage and fire.

And always in the middle of the fight; Quintus of Bordeleaux, hand of Achilles, by many admired.

Tat the Fat hides behind his soldiers, and lets his men do all his work for him.

While merely yelling commands, obeyed by noone, for Quintus of Bordeleaux is their true lord, therefore, they ignore him.

And at last the enemy flees, terrified by the skills of their feared enemy knights.

and their leader Quintus of Bordeleaux, may he live for many more nights.

There stand the dwarves, led by their foolish leader Tat the Fat, who led them into terrible circumstances about to fight an unwinnable battle.

He ruined all chances of victory by his tactical inferiority. He picked the wrong place at the wrong time, and treats his army like a cattle.

It's looking bad for his army of dwarves. But keep heart, for there comes their Bordeleaux, their mighty ally.

The dwarves cheer and celebrate as they see the feared and famous Bretonian knights ride towards them, their lances high in the sky.

Their cheerfulness and hope rises even higher when they see, in front of the strong knights, the brave lord of Bordeleaux; Quintus the Great.

His beautiful face looks like one chiseled by the bretonian gods themselves, his hair flying in the wind. Strong and accurate is his arm, just are his words and wise is his mind. He will change the dwarvish fate.

Tat the fat, aware of his military mistakes, greets the lord like a god, begging for help in his misery.