FiTS2020 - Buddha Loves the Mafia - Spam Your Inbox

We were somewhere around Hastings, on the edge of the town square when the funk began to take hold. I remember saying something like 'I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive...' And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge butts, all swinging and bumping and heaving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Spaceship. And a voice was screaming: 'Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?'