Ollie and the Vampire
Here's the next teriffically, terrible tall tale about Ollie Eyebrow, the happy chappie with the nitwit titwit bald head and narrow-stretched longneck resembling a chrome plated one-arm pull-lever in any feckin' family-fun arcade.
Ollie belongs to Peadar O Dea, so you can stick that where Molly stuck the rent, and he tells the tale of his delightfully dodgy dealings and moody misadventures as he drives his beautifully dilapidated, peacock green, trashed-up taxi across the length and breadth of the city and surrounding countryside. Ollie is kind and honest, but he often gets into trouble, especially when he forgets to take his tablets the night before. Ollie works extremely hard and risks his life driving night and day to put food on the table, pay bills and keep the big bad wolf from the door.
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