Filed under: Нощни приказки
Ти, който четеш сега, тук, в този момент, сигурно си някъде, да топло, може и студено, предполага се на светло, определено имаш интернет, за който имаш пари да плащаш днес празнуваш Бъдни вечер. И с трепет чакаш утрешния ден на блаженство и разкош. Да се поглезиш и да живееш като във вечен празник. Това е поздрав за теб. Дано само не ти преседне…
Това дете е истинско. То живее някъде в България, тук и сега. И не е само. Има много като него. Едва ли днес на масата си е имало достатъчно храна. Едва ли утре ще се събуди с мисълта за бляскавите и скъпи подаръци. Също така, едва ли ще има с какво да пирува за блаженството на Коледния ден.
Но на теб, приятелю, това може би ти е чуждо. И не ти дреме. Сигурно е нормално и да е така. И все пак.. Весела ти Коледа. И много ти здраве!
Filed under: Music Mends Broken Mind
Artist : Blink 182
Title : I Won’t Be Home For Christmas
Outside the carolers start to sing
I can’t descibe the joy they bring
‘Cause joy is something they don’t bring me
My girlfriend is by my side
From the roof are hanging sickles of ice
Their whiny voices get irritating
It’s Christmas time again
So I stand with a dead smile on my face
Wondering how much of my time they’ll waste
Oh God, I hate these Satan’s helpers
And then I guess I must have snapped
Because I grabbed the baseball bat
And made them all run for shelter
It’s Christmas time again
It’s time to be nice to the people you can’t stand
All year
I’m growing tired of all this Christmas cheer
You people scare me
Please stay away from my home
If you don’t wanna get beat down
Just leave the presents and then leave me alone
Well, I guess it’s not cool to freak on Christmas Eve
‘Cause the cops came and arrested me
They had an unfair advantage
And even though the jail didn’t have a tree
Christmas came a night early
‘Cause a guy named bubba unwrapped my package
It’s Christmas time again
It’s time to be nice to the people you can’t stand
All year
I’m growing tired of all this Christmas cheer
You people scare me
Please stay away from my home
If you don’t wanna get beat down
Just leave the presents and then leave me alone
I won’t be home, I won’t be home for Christmas
I won’t be home, I won’t be home for Christmas
I won’t be home, I won’t be home for Christmas
I won’t be home, I won’t be home for Christmas
I won’t be home, I won’t be home for Christmas
I won’t be home, I won’t be home for Christmas
Filed under: Music Mends Broken Mind
Artist : Blink 182
Title : Happy Holidays You Bastard
Album : Take Off Your Pants And Jacket
It’s Christmas Eve and I’ve only wrapped
two fuckin’ presents
It’s Christmas eve and I’ve only wrapped
two fucking presents
And I hate, hate, hate your guts
I hate, hate, hate your guts
And I’ll never talk to you again
Unless your Dad will suck me off
I’ll never talk to you again.
Unless your mom will touch my cock
I’ll never talk to you again.
Ejaculate into a sock
I’ll never talk to you again
I’ll never talk to you again
It’s Labor Day and my grandpa just ate
seven fuckin’ hotdogs
It’s Labor Day and my grandpa just ate
seven fuckin’ hotdogs
And he shit, shit, shit his pants
He’s always fuckin’ shitin his pants
And I’ll never talk to you again
Unless your dad will suck me off
I’ll never talk to you again.
Unless your mom’ll touch my cock
I’ll never talk to you again.
Ejaculate into a sock
I’ll never talk to you again
I’ll never talk to you again
Filed under: Дъра-бъра
Другият блог не работи. Не знам защо. Не ме и интересува за сега. Сигурно е запразнил досущ като бат Пешо, който 100% е запрасил 😆
Искам такава раница. Ако няма кой да ми я подари – то поне да я купя. Моля, обадете се. Ще съм безкрайно благодарен. И мерси за вниманието.
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