trams. we fucking spot them. watch out, theyre blood-thirsty blighters. see BARRY SCOTT investigate the natural phenomenom that is the TRAM. be thrilled as he watches them feed, be disturbed as he researches their mating rituals, be generally baffled as he fights them off with only his outlandish attire and a can of CILLIT MOTHERFUCKING BANG!
this reminds me of that time when wilson went down to the field and stole a cow, and then tried to make it with the cow. it was a bit like that.
low budget comedy hijinks in this hilarious local flick.
- Bang! (someone actually wrote this. i feel sorry for them.)
- the royal philharmonic orchestra