Neki seljak (ne pejorativno, neutralno) se žali kako mu se krave nisu navikle na ljetno računanje vremena pa su ujutro kad trebaju ići na mužnju pospane, njurgave i u šoku i stoga ne daju mlijeko. Isti problem imaju i u 17h kad ih muzu drugi put. Opet ne daju mlijeko pa seljaci imaju gubitke a krave onda rade nered u stajama i muču i živčane su.
Kako blesavo.
Pa zar se ne mogu jednostavno kravama prilagodit, kad krave ne mogu satu, i must ih ne u 6 ujutro nego u 7 i ne u 5 popodne nego u 6!!??
Brine me baka.
Gledala stare spotove. To sexy!! Happy!
You don't know how you took it
You just know what you got
Oh Lordy you've been stealing
From the theives and you got caught
In the headlights
Of a stretch car
You're a STAR
Dressing like your sister
Living like a tart
They don't know what you're doing
Babe, it must be art
You're a headache
In a suitcase
You're a STAR
Oh no, don't be shy
There's a crowd to cry
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me
They want you to be Jesus
They'll go down on one knee
But they'll want their money back
If you're alive at thirty-three
And you're turning tricks
With your crucifix
You're a STAR
Of course you're not shy
You don't have to deny love
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me
Post je objavljen 31.03.2006. u 14:33 sati.