Avem o gramada de scuze ca sa nu muncim. Aaaa, vine Pastele / Craciunul / ziua lu' pisicu' - cine munceste in zile ca astea? Aaaaa... pai e imediat dupa Paste / Craciun / ziua lu' bunica, am mancat prea mult, ficatul ma doare, of, cum sa muncesti in asa o dispozitie?
Ma raliez curentului. Azi am citit de mi-au iesit ochii. Pe net, sunt la munca cica si biblioteca e acasa.
Si ia uite ce am gasit:
Creation of a pussy
Seven wise men with knowledge so fine,
created a pussy to their design.
First was a butcher with smart wit,
using a knife gave it a slit.
Second was a carpenter, strong and bold,
with a hammer and chisel, he gave it a hole.
Third was a tailor, tall and thin,
by using red velvet he lined it within.
Fourth was a hunter, short and stout,
with a piece of fox fur, he lined it without.
Fifth was a fisherman, nasty as hell,
threw in a fish and gave it a smell.
Sixth was a preacher whose name was McGee,
touched it and blessed it, and said it could pee.
Last was a sailor, dirty little runt,
who sucked it, fucked it and called it a cunt.
de aici: http://www.traditionalmusic.co.uk/folk-song-lyrics/Creation_of_a_Pussy.htm
(muzica populara, always inspiring!! si cine a zis ca dirty talk nu poate fi romantic?)
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