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31.08.2004., utorak

Danas

Nakon jutarnjeg treniga (citaj trke po gradu u hrvackom zagrljaju s birokracijom), pogledah i docek zlatnih nam rukometasa, ahh taj skoro, gotovo da me rasplaka, sola je bas faca, mrrrrrrzim fodora. Sad jedem preslanu rizu koju sam stavila da se kuha i otisla u sobu na net potpuno zaboravivsi na nju, sreca baba mi je bila u kuci i dovoljno sabrana da je skine s kola na vrijeme. Cekam kayu na pozdravnu porciju statistike i sladoleda. Iskoristit cu ovu prigodu te joj zeliti svu srecu sutra, opravdaj nam trud mala!!! Osjecam pritisak ucenja koji se poput nesmiljene zvijeri baca u cijelo nam drustvo komadajuci ono malo bezbriznosti i slobode sto je preostalo od ovog ljeta… Huh, nije lako odupirati se takvoj bestiji, al' trudimo se i odolijevamo koliko god je to moguce. Jedino sto me malo ispuni veseljem jest pomisao na stan koji nas ceka, ahhhhhh, potpuno nov, savrshen, niti jedne f***** stepenice, ahhhhhhh…
Mogla bih se naviknut na ovaj monopol nad kompjutorom sad dok mi je brat na putu, al' buuuuuuu smrtz - vraca se sutra (he'd kill me da vidi ova zrna rize simpaticno razbacana po tastaturi, hihi), a ja svecano obecajem da cu jos ovaj tjedan odnijeti svoj laptop na popravak!
Huh, vec se osjecam bolje, od same odluke, fascinantno!
Sad ce i kaya i statistika. Eto odoh po sladoled, ostajte zdravo i jedite rizu…
Diktator: Saddam

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Tko li to poviruje kroz ovo čudo? Borg? Priča ide ovako: Nekada davno...

...u bunkeru od kamena, u sjeni smokava, u dolini Neretve (a povremeno u Lapadskoj uvali u Dubrovniku) stanovahu diktator (Saddam, crnka, voli cipele fetišistički, utjelovljenje dobrote i savršenstva), mudro dijete (Kaya, vječno mladog izgleda, rusofilka-ponosna šminkerica), kontraspijunka bravarka (LaMargot-wannabe akcijska junakinja, profesionalna vrcačica od crvene kemijske) i mesožderka oka krvava (Hijena-naša draga sex bomba velikih apetita i još većih dimenzionalnh očekivanja:-)))

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As I was a going over Gillgarry Mountain,
I spied Colonel Farrell and his money he was countin'.
First I drew me pistol and then I drew me rapier,
Sayin' stand and deliver for I am your bold receiver.

cho: Well shirigim duraham da
Wack fall the daddy oh, wack fall the daddy oh
There's whiskey in the jar.

He counted out his money and it made a pretty penny,
I put it in me pocket to take home to darling' Jenny.
She sighed and swore she loved me and never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they always lie so easy.

I went into me chamber all for to take a slumber
To dream of gold and girls and of course it was no wonder.
Me Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water,
Called on colonel Farrell to get ready for the slaughter.

Next morning early before I rose to travel,
There came a band of footmen and likewise Colonel Farrell.
I goes to draw me pistol for she'd stole away me rapier,
but a prisoner I was taken I couldn't shoot the water.

They put me into jail with a judge all a writin'
For robbing Colonel Farrell on Gilgarry Mountain.
But they didn't take me fists so I knocked the jailer down,
And bid a farewell to this tight fisted town.

I'd like to find me brother the one that's in the army,
I don't know where he's stationed in Cork or in Killarney.
Together we'd go roving o'r the mountains of Killkenney,
And I swear he'd treat me better than me darling' sporting Jenny.

There's some takes delight in the carriages and rolling,
Some takes delight in the hurley or the bowlin'.
But I takes delight in the juice of the barley,
Courting pretty maids in the mourning oh so early.