There's an old man in Aveiro that spends most of his afternoons by the window with an acordion, a synthesizer and a mirrorball. He can't play, but he sings a lot. And if he spots people dancing on the street, he turns on a smoke machine and throws panflets with photos of him wearing not one, but TWO different suits. A white suit and a mint green suit (not at the same time, though). eh.
det är väl dem sista som förtjänar att bli skrämda heller, var ju för övrigt inte det jag skulle göra. jag skulle gört nåt roligare än att kasta blod. du tänker alldeles för metal! haha.
oh no, it's public abuse, to unsheath a length of skin-clad tube, his anatomy has broken cloth there and he staggers around vigorously ransacking his dignity until finally he releases several arcs of liquid silk from the fleshy nozzle of his fork
eh.
var ju för övrigt inte det jag skulle göra. jag skulle gört nåt roligare än att kasta blod. du tänker alldeles för metal! haha.