- That was my mother. - she said. - She asked me what am I doing, I didn't know what to tell her.
- Why didn't you tell her you were having sex and that she should call later.
- I can't tell her to call tomorrow, can I?
- I see.
- Do all Croatian men make love like you?
- How would I know? No woman I was ever with was like you, however. You are on fire, all the time.
- You were about to extinguish my fire?
- I don't think so, not so quickly in any case, mi amor. I take out one at the time, though, no?
- Take me out. Cohe me, mi amor.
- Skotoseme.
(She, later)
- We smoke too much.
- Yes, I'll die of tobacco if you don't wear me out before that.
- Sweet death.
- I'll smoke to many little sweet deaths, I like it when you die in my embrace.
Post je objavljen 28.11.2007. u 11:42 sati.