Thus, Officer I swear! I came home and said 'Baby, I've been fired, "and she" are nothing but a lazy son of a bitch, Jimmy! If spent at work the same as the bottle would be rich! But you've drunk all the dough and we have no for a rotten potato. " Do you think I said something to comfort me? Bullshit! What we do not have for a rotten potato! But he was right. See agent ... Lewis, I can call Lou ? Look Lou, if I bring that bitch the most rotten and stinking potato land she knew so cook a tender beef sauce with fresh figs and nuts. I do not know how to fuck get it, but it's true! You know what this is, right Lou? Damn, we all know. There comes a time in life that you settle for a roof, a pussy, a car and a mangy dog. Why the hell would I kill for the sake , after enduring so many years? So to break his skull not climb up and grabs the guitar. But Oh, cursed (blessed) guitar! The culprit is that guitar, Lou, trust me! The completely scratched those chords sounded angry and guttural, coming from a black cavity and indecent they brought with genital warmth, animal, cavernosa, you know, Lou? And then the sexual power and deep so sensually rubbing against the belly. I could not even think to understand what was happening, because suddenly came from the perineum lightning I strained back, forcing the chest to look desperate, the sky in an arc impossible and frantic. I felt the intestines contracted with strength and how I was out of breath for a few seconds. Suddenly the reality was sublime for a moment and appeared purple haze that that scattered everywhere. And there I was, guitar, dirty dog \u200b\u200bhowling, purple haze, and she ran to the toilet, screaming crazy ... what do you think, Lou? - Damn Jimmy, I do not know! No one knew that Fender could do this .
"Me neither, Lou. I tried only a few chords ...
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