Eskimo Nell
Gather 'round, all ye whorey! |
Adunarea la mine curvet! |
Gather 'round and hear my story! |
V-oi istorisi un zaifet. |
When a man grows old, and his balls grow cold, |
Dupa ce l-au macinat vremile si i-au racit coaiele |
And the tip of his prick turns blue, |
Vinturile si-n capu' pulii-i cresc albastrele |
Far from a life of Yukon strife, |
Departe de viata chinuita din Yukon |
He can tell you a tale or two. |
Un barbat va poate spune-o poveste beton. |
So pull up a seat, and buy me one neat |
Asa ca craciti-va bine, toti ochii la mine |
And a tale to you I will tell, |
Fiti gata, povestea-i pe vine |
About Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete, |
Despre Bula Ochi-Mort si Mexicanu' Ionut |
And a harlot named Eskimo Nell. |
Si Nela, eschimoasa sparta-n curut. |
When Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete |
Cind Mexicanu' Ionut si cu Bula Ochi-Mort |
Go forth in search of fun, |
Merg sa-si caute pizde de scos la raport |
It's Dead-Eye Dick that swings the prick, |
E al' c-un ochi mort ce minuie teapa |
And Mexican Pete the gun. |
Mexicanu' Ionut agita puscoaca |
When Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete |
Cind astia doi impreun-amindoi |
Are sore, depressed and sad, |
Is catraniti, tristi, suparati si cam goi |
It's always a cunt that bears the brunt, |
Pizda inghite papara de soi |
But the shooting's not so bad |
Al' cu puscoaca nu-i mare smardoi. |
Now Dead-Eye Dick and Mexican Pete |
Mexicanu' Ionut si cu Bula Ochi-Mort locuiesc |
Lived down by Dead Man's Creek, |
Linga piriul Aluia Mort, si balesc |
And such was their luck that they'd had no fuck |
Ca de-o vreme nimic n-au mai prins la futut |
For nigh on half a week. |
Cam de-aproape doua zile sau trei - zut. |
Oh, a moose or two, and a caribou, |
Ce-i drept o vaca sau doua si-un bour |
And a bison cow or so, |
Si-o bizoanca alaturi de-un taur |
But for Dead-Eye Dick with his kingly prick, |
Da' pentru Bula Ochi-Mort si-a lui mataringa |
This fucking was mighty slow. |
Atita futai nu poate nicicum sa ajunga |
Dick pound on his cock with a huge piece of rock |
De plictiseala-si troznea pula c-un bolovan |
And said, "I want to play!" |
Si repeta "Vreau sa fut zdravan" |
It's been almost a week at this fucking creek, |
De-aproape o saptamina la piriul asta futut |
With no cunt coming my way. |
Si nici macar o pizda n-apare s-o rup. |
So, do or dare, this horny pair |
Asa ca ori faci ori te lasi, |
Set off for the Rio Grand. |
Spre Rio Grande-au pornit cei doi borfasi |
Dead-Eye Dick with his kingly prick, |
Bula Ochi-Mort si-a lui mataringa |
And Pete with his gun in hand. |
Si Mexicanu' Ionut cu pusc-atirninda |
Then as they blazed their noisy trail, |
Cum mergeau ei cu mult zgomot la vale |
No man, their path withstood. |
Orice barbat le fugea disperat din cale |
Many a bride, her husband's pride, |
Nenumarate mirese, mindria mirilor |
A pregnant widow stood. |
Au ramas vaduve gravide-n urma zbirilor |
When a man grows old, and his balls grow cold, |
Dupa ce l-au macinat vremile si i-au racit coaiele |
And the tip of his prick turns blue, |
Vinturile si-n capu' pulii-i cresc albastrele |
And the hole in the middle refuses to piddle, |
Iar gauricea din mijloc nu vrea sa mai pise |
I'd say he was fucked, wouldn't you? |
Eu as zice c-a supt-o, voi nu ? |
E un inceput in tot cazul.
Friday, 7 September 2012
I'm going back to the frozen north, where the pricks are hard and strong:
back to the land of the all-night stand-where the nights are six months long.
Where you get it in bits as hard as tin in the land where spunk is spunk-
not a trickling stream of lukewarm cream, but a solid frozen chunk.
Friday, 7 September 2012
Lol
Friday, 7 September 2012
Lui Terente i-ar fi placut asta. Si lui Chopper.
Friday, 7 September 2012
Cine plm ii ciopar.
Saturday, 8 September 2012
.mark chopper sau cum era comanda aia in canal pentru invocat demonu de cautare pe goagal
Saturday, 8 September 2012
Imi da ceva biciclet cu motor.
Saturday, 8 September 2012
"mark chopper" read.
Saturday, 8 September 2012
A a m-am prins, da.