It was so sad, looking at him... Sitting there, phoning his wife... Poor boy, seriously, even I could hear her screaming on the other line "Wheres the milk I send you to get? How many time have I told you, I want the diet one, not the regular fatty one! And another thing why-" I just had to look at him sympathetically. I feel for you bro, I feel for ya. I once was married... a horrible turnip she was... never listened to what i said... never even talked to me after we got married.... but ouh, her complexion was so beautiful white and violetish.....

What should I say? They provoked me. I had no other choise. Pulling that rabbit out of a hat, preposterous. they must be witches, I bet. worshiping the that Satellite of theirs, sacrificing baby carrots on an altar made from bongo sticks! Evil I say! So i had to stop them! but they were too fast. They must have singed me to a trance, because suddenly I was in a field of diamonds, with marsh mellow for a boat! I had to get out of there, but i was distracted by the flying submarine driven by a man dressed as a woman. Weird hobbies some blokes have, if you ask me.

So what if I like to wear lipstick, so WHAT if I like to dance in my underwear, its MY choice and my fetish, its whats turns me on and makes me horny. I will sing, and I will dance until the aliens come and take me to my planet, until then, I shall dance in Transylvania, I will dance until my hearts content.

They try to get it.... I wont let them have it.... its my spleen..... I NEED MY SPLEEN!!!!! its important.... without it, i wont be able to go to the sunny side lane.... and Jesus wont greet me when hes signing music from the disco times..... you wont have it. never. its mine! my spleen! my disco music! i don't care if you are a superstar Jesus! i don't care! it is mine! an I shall call him Oliver, and he is mine. my cute little Oliver that signs of black men who sing of Jesus, and about Jesus who sings about organs that are for sale, that will be cut out, if your late on the payment... and then the repo man sings and cuts my Oliver... not my Oliver... i like my Oliver i love it so.... even if it is a traitor.... i saw Oliver singing to some other Jesus, not me.... he betrays me.... my Oliver... but i still love him.... he is MY Oliver.... who people worship... my Oliver...

I firs encountered them, while taking a walk with my dog, Hönö (dobie). they challenged us to a snowball fight. i had to agree, or it would have taken us 5 more minutes to walk home. I'm lazy that way. well... lets just say, that those buggers shure can make snowballs fast, and throw even faster. Well, i at least won those 5 minutes! that... i lost in the snowball fight... and in the time to dry me and my dog.... and got a bad flew... next time, my clever friends!!!! next time....