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Nema nas niti 10ak dana, a Šibenik već pljačkaju?
Kako je lakše pare zaradit s malo mozga i razrade "poslovnog plana", nego crnčit čitav dan na suncu za puno manju crkavicu; pametnim lopovima kojima briljantna šibenska policija nije niti u trag ušla; objavljujemo prigodnu sličicu, pa možda se lopovi i sami pronađu:
A onda da ne sumnjamo u naše drage policajce jer imaju svemirsku opremu i vrlo su osposobljeni da uhvate lopove koji su u samo mjesec dana opljačkali isti dućan, pardon, banku - objavljujemo jednu repriznu sličicu, da pokaže kako moćnu i sposobnu policiju imamo! Oni vele da su to vjerojatno isti; objavili im nacrtane fotorobote, a kamere u banci na svakom metru (od ukupno tri kvadratna koliko ima banka), pa valjda nisu radile. Kako znaju da su isti? Ako nisu, hoće li onda sve svalit na prve koje uhvate a ovim drugima med i mlijeko? Hm... Pa štandovi, za koje smo navijali da dođu na Poljanu - njih 20ak; nitko ništa nije vidio? A lopovi prošli kraj njih i u stari dio grada... i tada im se (u te 3-4 uličice) gubi svaki trag... Sjajna šibenska policija, napravila je opsadu i nije ih našla!
Ima ona pjesma od grupe Do Posljednjeg daha, a ide nekako ovako: "Živimo u Šibeniku, živimo u Šibeniku; ponekad je ružno, ali nikad tužno, živjeti u Šibeniku!" Uredništvo se trenutno valja od smijeha i predlaže slijedeću pjesmicu od "Fun lovin Criminalsa" iz filma "Pulp fiction" za pjesmu mjeseca, koju posvećujemo hrabrim tetama u najsjajnijoj Splitskoj banci, koja je još jednim svojim gafom (imala ih je na milijune prema svojim korisnicima) dokazala da nije za Hrvate da vode evidenciju o kasici prasici, a kamoli banci! Uživajte u tekstu, a pokušajte negdje izvući i soundtrack kojeg znam da svi imate:
- everybody be cool, this is a robbery!
- any of you fucking pricks move, and I’ll execute every motherfucking last one of you!
Me and fast got the gats; we’re out to rob a bank.
We got steve outside carrying a full pack.
Now everything’s cool and everything’s smooth. (hey that’s smooth)
I walked up to the teller, I gave her the letter
She gave me the loot with puckered up lips
And a wink that I found cute, and I said,
Baby, baby, baby
(is this some kharmic-chi love thing happening here baby or what.)
By that time fast tapped me with the 9
He said it was time to blow, ya know. so out the door we go.
Back to the ride with steve inside and alive; off we drive
I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we’ll
Never get far, riding around in a stolen
Police car, so we dropped it off and
Piled in a caddy; steve was driving
Because I had to talk to my man about something.
- look, I don’t know anything about any fucking set-up, you can torture me all you want.
- torture you, that’s good, that’s a good idea, I like that one.
Running around robbing banks
All wacked off of scooby snacks! (2x)
I don’t give a fuck about the hell’s
Gate, ain’t punkin’ the crowd and I’m still
Standing up staight.
So, we pull these jobs to make a little money;
No one gets hurt if they don’t act funny.
On the way to the yacht, we almost got caught,
Fast is shooting mailboxes, not knowing
Where the cop is.
They’re at the dunkin donuts, adjacent from
The froman’s whose mailbox fast had just
Exploded. they gave chase, but my man
Steve is an ace; we lost those brothers
With haste. we cast off and along we went
Off bermuda to an island resort we rented.
- sonny, I need you cool, are you cool?
- I am cool.
Running around robbing banks
All wacked off of scooby snacks! (4x)
Post je objavljen 11.08.2005. u 00:22 sati.