«So, how was your date with bae?»
«Oh, quite well»
«Did you soak your biscuit? Did you play Tonsil Tennis with her?»
«Dudes, do not mess around as usual. She’s not like the others»
«Bla, bla, bla… tell me ‘bout her»
«So look, this bad is very funny, and clever. She told me funny things ‘bout her holidays, like, she went with a lot of sun lotions, then she sunbathed a lot, she got bur…»
«Did you show her your black&decker?»
«No, but I have good chances to do it…»
«So, shall we go out tonight? Let’s have an evening of friends, a guitar, a joint»
«Buds, sadly no. Tonight she invited me to her house. She’s gonna show her seaside slides, her holiday slides, then afterwards I have to bring her parents to catch the train, they no longer have a car, they crashed it, ’twas my car.»
We are all serfs, and we have a sad song deep inside our heart
Serfs, head held high, towards the craved bermuda triangle: no marijuana, no pills, we take only the Heisman. Serfs, [standstill] in a room anesthetized by a hoe. As the Big Jim puppet, push that button and the splash comes out.
«Well, well, guess who’s back»
«Uh, hi guys»
«You have [an unexpressive] face like a log, where have you been all this fucking time?»
«So, trifles, I’m currently [studying for an] exam. I was not well»
«Tell us precisely what happened»
«Well, the doc told me that I have abrupted tastebuds»
«Uh?»
«No. Well, the elbow interferes with the knee»
«What?»
«My dad yesterday was stuck inside the car wash… No, No, I have a rotten story with bae»
«That’s it! She gave you the Heisman!»
«No, you don’t speak the truth! She’s very attached to me, it’s just she has some troubles with her boyfriend that make her sad, and since I care about her more than myself, I talked to her boyfriend and I persuaded him to go back to her.»
«Tell me you’re not crying, now!»
«No, it’s only a big piece of bread, it got sucked in my eye»
Dull eye, cement gray face, she’s my pigeon, I’m her statue.
Serfs at full throttle, full of jizz. Burning heart, iced mask, we have a full load of cum. Worldwide serfs, devoted to the mammary gland. As the Big Jim puppet, push that button and the splash comes out.
Let me sing this final littel tune: «Hi bae, you have five spare minutes? I want to ask you two questions. Hear, look, sincerely speaking I go straight to the point. I’m disappointed, yesterday you hang out with Horsefly but… why? Sorry, I phoned you at dinner time, I asked you: you wanna hang out? You told me – no, I have to study. No problem, but then you hang out with him… like, why you didn’t tell me so! Do you think that it’s a problem for me if you have an adventure? A boyfriend? You hang out with someone? No, no problem because I really care about you and I don’t ask you anything, even, I’m here to tell you: if you need [a shoulder to cry on], I’m here for you.
So? What do you want more than this?
Do you want to stick a broom up my ass and clear your room with it?»