The whole country's full of Sociology grads with no shoes BUT with my cell phone number on their Norwegian rapist whale-catcher friend's mobile. Oh Malcolm! Kom ut ikväll! Jag väntar vid hörnet vid 7-11! Malcolm! It's me Pelle! I'm so cold! Let me innah your cabin! You owe-a me a pint-o!
Haha I remember that, but I do believe I showed him the Gamla Stan gay bar, where he must have been stalled raping a few children. Malcom's alimony is paying my lastfm.
I bet he dropped the phone and fingers as he fell down dead from cold outside the boat. I couldn't see him go back in as I was walking home, and it was pissing. Poor Malcolm must, with the help of sweet Allah, be fish food right now.
The Sappers happen to be secret even among the band members at the moment. Stay tuned.
I shall review the dictionary I have coming in from Amazon, but I'm always interested if it has stupid words like пробарахтаться in it. Mmmm.