I went out when the daisies were blooming with venomous massacre. My socks were gleaming, so was my hairdo - efficient, effective and enabling me to move forward, like a silly glupav izrod. Me mate Olaf was restless, resting at home after the difficult night watching vi-di-o.
Shall I say more? Should I think about yesterday? She was in my bed, the dirty one. Nice, nice, I liked.
So, what more can we say about this crazy world? Amigo, give me five, bate....

m-f