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16.09.2004., četvrtak

Alo narode oko ovog našeg bloga okupljenog, pozdrav najsdačniji ... by Saddam

Evo mene opet, vrnuh se iz Istre, dobih 5 iz najlakšeg ispita, napisah stranicu teksta za blog - izbrisa mi se, al' život je lijep... Na putovanju super bilo, pravo se nahodah i nagledah zanimljivosti. Ima i dobra vijest: javiše mi se španjolci, rezervacija potvrđena, još platit i odoh na cijeli 10. mjesec u
Spain - can hardly wait yeeeaah! Napeglah se pošteno s njima, već bijah i pomislila da će mi davno rezervirana avio karta split-madrid propast! huh! Zanimljivost: po prvi put pšem na blogu s vlastitog mi laptopa, al' ako ste pomislili da sam ga nosila na servis... beeep you're wrong... too lazy :))) Još uvijek mi System Shutdown boxčić visi na ekranu al' ovaj put mi se time before shutdown pomjerilo sa 30 sekundi na čak 9 sati - e, to ja zovem dovoljno vremena :))) Jučer pojedoh i jezikovu juhu od starog za phone bill - proklet onaj ko se dosjetio na računu naznačit koliko je kojeg troška!!!! Shit! Al' eto čak mi je odobrio i da kablovski uvedemo :))) Došlo mi 150km samo interneta, a jedva da sam koji put otišla na net: blink, blink (zamisli aureolu iznad glave, krila)... Novost mas: imam mačića!!! Divan je, obožavam ga naprosto, zovese Jay i nije iz Kayina legla... Nasla mi ga La_Margot u disku (točnije u Dalekoj Obali) za prošlog izlaska :))) Iskoristit ću ovu prigodu da joj još jednom zahvalim: od srca hvala!!! Eto neću više duljit... osjetim otkucaje svakog novog impulsa... bum... bum... aaaaaaa!!!!
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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.