"Thought I'd gross the city folk out"
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"Mon dieu!", French wife grabbed 'em with a shout!
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Rowan rolled in with a sack held high
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"Fresh off the bull: give it a try!"
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Thought we'd gag, thought we'd flee
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Mais non! My French wife lunged with glee
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'Sac à la main', she snatched it fast
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Eyes went wide, his shock unsurpassed
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25 years on, the ritual's set
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Every de-nut, a Bella banquet
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Rowan's vieux choc, now family lore
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From bull to bowl, "encore, encore!"
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First wife's bold "Magnifique!" cry
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Now Bella's howl fills the sky
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"Il a voulu choquer"; she stole the crown
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Now he just saves 'em, hands 'em down
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From scrotum to steel, the legacy grows
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Bella's war drum; everyone knows!
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Balls of Thunder! Whoosh down the gut!
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Lick through the steel; tile takes the cut!
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'Sac de Rowan', Bella's war drum
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Testosterone storm, the queen has come!
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Balls of Thunder! First taste, first reign!
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25 years of sack; 'still insane!'
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Ninety-second nuke, a blast
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Warm, not hot; the perfect repast
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'Héritière' first, Bella to the game
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One gulp, one whoosh; she's staked her claim
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Steel to tile, shine wiped clean
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'Rowan's vieux choc', now Bella's cuisine
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From wife's bold "Magnifique!" to wolfhound might
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The sack's our legacy; every bite
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Six thin sausages, tendon's chew
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Creamy mash; love runs through
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Rocky Mountain oysters, diced and bold
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Bella's feast; a story re-told
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"Il a voulu choquer"; she stole the crown
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Now Bella rules the sack showdown
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From wife to hound, the throne is passed
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Balls of Thunder!; 'built to last!'
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Balls of Thunder! Whoosh down the gut!
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Lick through the steel; tile takes the cut!
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'Sac de Rowan', Bella's war drum
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Testosterone storm, the queen has come!
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Balls of Thunder! First taste, first reign!
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25 years of sack; 'still insane!'
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Yukon Gold mash, olive oil gleam
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Balsamic kiss, Worcestershire dream
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Herbs, salt, pepper; love's the key!
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Scaled for a hound as big as a tree
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Over six sausages, chopped and mixed
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Tendon's surprise; perfectly fixed
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Oysters from the sack, near the tail
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Bella's howl; never fails
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July 3rd, '25, housewarming night
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Sausage-heavy, pure delight
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Codexis scrolls, the Pulpit stands
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Bella's feast; 'in our hands'
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"Rowan thought he'd win the scare
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25 years on, and we're still there!
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From French wife's grab to Bella's roar
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Balls of Thunder!; forevermore!"
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Balls of Thunder!
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Balls of Thunder!
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Balls of Thunder! Whoosh down the gut!
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Lick through the steel; tile takes the cut!
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'Sac de Rowan', Bella's war drum
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Testosterone storm, the queen has come!
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Balls of Thunder! From wife to beast!
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25 years of sack; 'the endless feast!'
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Balls of Thunder! "Magnifique!"; final bite!
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Bella's reign; the legend's right!
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"Magnifique!"
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