Procitah skoro sledeci clanak u novinama...
Ne lici mi nesto na mene da ja sad tu pravim ankete po blogu (daleko bilo da ja sad tu osudjujem nekog ko to radi, samo kazem ne lici mi na mene). A ne lici mi na mene ni to da napisem neki nebulozni post u fazonu “Joj ne znam sta me spopalo, nemam inspiracije” (opet isto ono “Daleko bilo” od malopre). Mislim, mogu ja i da se roknem, kad je mogao Kurt Cobaine kad nije imao inspiracije, sto ja da budem gori od njega? Al’ necu. Moze mi se. Ma u stvari, imam ja inspiracije za druge neke teme, ali ova me kopka vec danima, a gre’ota da se baci.
Nego da se vratimo na tu temu. Mislim se ja, sta sad ja da kazem na to? Govorio sam 1000x da nisam za to da se tipovi proglasavaju frajerima ako imaju 100 riba, a ribe kurvama ako imaju 100 tipova i slicno, da je to sve za ljude i da ja tu sve imam razumevanja i slicno. I sta ljudi moraju vazda nesto nekako da nazivaju? I bre boli me uvo bre ko sta radi i s kim radi i s koliko njih radi...
Sto bi rekli neki pametni ljudi (navescu samo po pola citata, to je ono sto je pod navodnicima i ukoso, a ovo ostalo dodajem ja sam):
- Bivsi kolega Bosko: “Ljudi danas lete na mesec”, a oni se raspravljaju da li je rec kucka uvredljiva jer, mo’sh misliti, Hilari Klinton je neko nazvao kuckom
- Pokojni Hrnja: “Ljudi ginu”, a oni se raspravljaju da li je rec kucka uvredljiva jer, mo’sh misliti, Hilari Klinton je neko nazvao kuckom
- Moj drug Kiko (ni bivsi, ni pokojni, da se pomerim s’ mesta): “Get down bitches” – a to nimalo ne misli uvredljivo, nego to mi upotrebljavamo izmedju sebe umesto “Ajmo, idemo” ili “Krecemo” i tako to...
Mislim, nije to ni obicna rasprava, rodjaci, nego debata, molim te... A mozda sve to i ima veci znacaj, da ne kazem dimenzije, a ja nikako da uvidim. A mozda ce da se povede rasprava u komentarima, a mozda cak i debata, pa sve ovo dobije jako ozbiljnu notu (e jesam ovo lepo srocio za notu, svaka mi cast).

Mislim, bilo kako bilo, ne znam, eto, nisam pametan, ja ga stavih da vi procitate taj clanak doticni, a vi sad vidite ‘ocete da povedete raspravu ili necete ili sta cete vec...
Puno pozdrava iz izuzetnonadahnutogneinspiracijom “zapadnoevropskog grada”
Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod
P.S. Mislim, ona Meredith Brooks i nije tako losa cupi, jee.....
.....ali cemo ipak da stavimo drugu pesmu, naravno zbog texta....
Robyn – Konichiwa bitches
You wanna rumble in my jungle
I'll take you on
Stampede your rumpa
And send you home
You wanna rumble in space
I put my laser on stun
And on tha north pole I'll ice you son
You wanna thrilla in Manila
You'll be killer bee stung
Wanna taste of vanilla
Better watch your tongue
'Cause I'll hammer your toe
Like a pediatrician
Saw you in half
Like I'm a magician
Tear you down
Like I'm in demolition
Count you out
Like a mathematician
I'm so very hot that when
I rob your mansion
You ain't call the cops, you
call the firestation
'Cause my flava is so sweet
You'll be zoom, zoom, zoom
Don't even get me started
on my bada-boom-boom
One left, one right thats
how I organize 'em
You know I fill my cups no
need to supersize em'
Right now you probably
thinking how she get in
them jeans
Well I'm gifted all natural
and burstin the seams
Konichiwa bitches
Konichiwa bitches
Don't I look tasty like
a french bon-bon
Even more sweeter than a cherry bomb
Coming with the postman
like I'm a mailbomb
Comin in your mouth
Makes you say yum-yum
Hit the gong-gong
Bring the sumos on
I'm 'a kick ass all the way to Hongkong
Make their balls bounce like
a game of ping-pong
Konichiwa bitches from
Beijing to Siagon
Got nothing on me
'Cause you know you're so bum
Dom-didi-dom-didididi-dom-dom
Check the scenario
I'm 'a bust your ear drum
And leave you heads ringing
With the Ring-a-ding-dong
Busy on the mic
Since the day I was what?
(Born)
Check out my style it's
the rock of what?
(Mo')
Shine is on me like a dog on what?
(Bone)
Fight the power
Put myself on the throne
You know when shit is getting heavy
Like it's weights a ton
I will run you down like a marathon
Tape you up good
Put you in the trunk
C u next Tuesday
You is a punk
