I'll light a cig and grab a stiff drink and just sit there thinking up old detective movie monologue.
It was raining, it's always raining in this city, but the night I first saw her... the rain was different. The rain brought wind like a bouncer with the voice of a brass section, shoving people indoors instead of kickin' them out. But tonight the rain tapped a high-temp Swing song on my window, no brass, setting the pace for passers-by on the street to get indoors. Except her. She defied the tempo. She cut through the rain with her umbrella like a knife through butter. I could see her red dress hug her curves when she walked across the street, shining like a red beacon through the dark, right to my building's front door. I could tell that this ol' heart of mine could still beat like a drum, head over heels and in no mood to hide it.
I knew right then and there, this was going to be a hell of a case...
Originally posted by infinityshock balls deep in lannyniggers esophagus and he likes it
the only thing you like to smoke is a nice juicy niggers cock, fresh from plugging your prostate
Originally posted by Sophie
Also, France has never been cultured. It is and always has been a shit country. Maybe during the days of Charlemagne they were alright.
The wine drinking countries ain't shit. The beer drinking countries are better. Besides, Paris, is little more than a refugee camp these days.
relatively speaking, their quite cultured and were cultured quite early on.
they have the oldest cave painting in europe i think.
Originally posted by infinityshock balls deep in lannyniggers esophagus and he likes it
ill cram my cock down your esophagus and you wont be speaking anything
