i remember those hot australian nights...walking down the calm and
silent streets with my cup of instant java...fuck you , kangaroo...it is
my mother fucking brew...the effects of the cold shower lasted all of
five minutes...the question is...what in the fuck do you do that early
in the morning while waiting for your fucking meat pies to cook to their
required perfection ??? maybe i could ring door bells and run my ass
off back for another cup of coffee ??? nnnnnaa...australians are too
fast...too drunk too...
...i remember back in
halifax...paul and i would play board hockey in the middle of the night
in the middle of the street..." WHO THE FUCK IS IT ??? "...this giant of
a man did bellow..." OH , HI STU...HAVE A NICE NIGHT ''...and i scored
as paul fidgets with the wrong little fellow..."ha , ha ha...you play
board hockey like your sister...come on mother fucker...eat my slapshit
!!! "
...no point...non at all...well...maybe one...LIFE IS WHO YOU ARE...NOT WHERE YOU ARE .
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