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S-a mincat, s-a baut, s-a bla, bla, bla, dar acum gata, incepem pregatirile pentru petrecerea de Anul Nou. Si lasind preparatele gastronomice la o parte, ca alea sunt cele mai usor de pregatit, trebuie sa ne imbunatatim conditia fizica. Vorbesc la a I-a plural, dar asta mai mult pentru a ma include fara a ma singulariza, desi tinind cont ca ma adresez unora al caror efort fizic nu difera cu mult de al meu, s-ar putea sa nu fiu chiar off the wall.

In fine, una peste alta (stiu, suna cam lezbi, da’ nu-i vina mea) va trebui s-o ard pe afara la ceva alergari … usoare, pentru a evita o acuta febra muschiulara de-nceput de an.

Cum insa mi-ar trebui si ceva incalzire care sa preceada alergarile, ma vad nevoit sa bag citeva topaieli linistite. Asa ca, ia sa caut ceva mai vechi si mai ritmat, dar care sa-mi si placa. What about some Dr Dre?

E, mi-ajunge. Ma simt suficient de cald sa-i ard o alergare.

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Ma simt nevoit ca, din cind in cind, la intervale de timp neregulate, sa va reamintesc ca pe lumea asta inca mai exista

Any disagreements?

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Any complains?

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À la carte


                    Tot voiajind pe youtube, am dat peste englezoaicele astea de care uitasem. Vi le mai amintiti? Au trecut vreo 30 de anisori de cind incingeau discotecile cu muzica lor. O fi fost muzica disco, lejera, dar era placuta, incitanta, sexoasa si se mula perfect pe gusturile epocii respective. Pe linga muzica in sine, tinutele vestimentare erau meseriase si nu se compara nici pe departe cu zdrentele si bocancii actuali. So, let’s dressed up, dance and have some fun!

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                     Nu, asta nu e vreo carte a lui Mihail Drumes, dar are o oarecare tangenta cu „Elevul Dima dintr-a 7-a”. Cum spuneam, cam printr-a 9-a, mi s-au intimplat o sumedenie, semnificativa, de transformari. Nu neaparat morfologice, dar in mod sigur comportamentale. Cam pe atunci as putea spune ca am inceput sa traiesc asa cum imi placea. Nu spun ca n-am trait si pina atunci, dar fusese mai mult o joaca puerila sub papucul matern de care-mi aduc aminte cu placere, dar care nu-mi provoaca nicio alta emotie speciala. E, dar incepind cu anii ’70, lucrurile au luat o intorsatura spre bine, zic eu, pentru ca optica parintilor e putin diferita.

                    Odata intrat la liceu, viata mi-a devenit palpitanta, brusc, firesc si natural. Incepusem sa frecventez discotecile, initiat cu bunavointa de tipa cu care o ardeam, sa prestez un chiul regulat, nu sporadic ca-n clasele primare si cel mai important , incepusem sa-mi cistig o oarecare independenta fata de ai mei. E adevarat ca acea independenta nu era nici agreata, nici acceptata de ei, dar semnele erau mult prea evidente ca sa nu poata fi percepute. Deja incepusem sa fac ceea ce-mi trecea prin cap, si va asigur ca-mi treceau multe si in special extrascolare.  Nu eram vreun macho, daca la asta v-ati gindit, dar eram dement dupa patreceri, distractii si muieri. Un alt ceva care-mi placea si care mi-a adus multe „beneficii” atit in viata sociala, cit si in cea sexuala, a fost dansul. Imi placea sa dansez si aveam destula usurinta in miscari, asa ca prindeam repede si cum niciodata n-am fost napadit de emotivitate, va puteti imaginata ca eram primul pe ring, indiferent daca mai dansa careva sau nu. De fapt, pe atunci aveam un prieten, Pete, cu care o ardeam zilnic si care dansa meserie. Asa ca, eram nelipsiti din ring, de cind ajungeam si pina plecam. Evident ca nu dansam intre noi, dar fetele se mai schimbau in timpul serii, ca de, eram la discoteca, nu la Starea Civila si nici la Sf. Elefterie.

                    Dupa introducerea asta, sunt convins ca voi v-asteptati sa urmeze cine stie ce intimplari spumoase, numai ca despre unele dintre ele v-am mai vorbit iar daca e sa trec la cele de care nu am pomenit inca, nu m-ati crede, drept pentru care intentia mea e sa va introduc in atmosfera acelor ani si sa va las sa ascultati ceea ce ascultam si dansam eu prin Universitas, Continental si Studentesc, in 70’s. Dar pentru a nu dezgropa toti mortii, va bag un hit recent, dar care-mi aduce aminte de acele vremuri, inclusiv lirica, in care se vorbeste atit de sugestiv despre o anume pisicuta dupa care alergam cu limba scoasa, plin de dorinti.

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Hey yall
I come to talk about this girl that had my love ya see
I went away for a while
She gave my love away
I really shouldn’t blame her
But now that pussy is a stranger

Baby, something’s on my mind I gotta say it
Yeah, Your pussy done changed
It ain’t the same girl and that’s a shame
(A crying shame baby)
Oooh, aint being funny
I know when other bee’s been in that honey
Ooh, baby, that pussy done changed
It’s such a shame girl and that’s a shame
(Who the hell you been giving my loving to girl?)

Oooh Nooo
Tell me where that pussy gone
Cause it don’t feel the same no more
(I miss that pussy, that pussy, that pussy)

Oooh Nooo
(Why you do me like that baby)
Why is that happening to me
Oooh Nooo
She told me that it was my pussy

(I miss that pussy, that pussy, that pussy)
Oooh Nooo
Yeah yeah yeah yeh
She, she used to be a really special lady
I guess she’s feeling kinda freaky lately
It’s such a shame cause now the pussy’s changed
(Pussy changed)
She used to squeeze me
Grip me tight so she could please me
But now-now, that pussy changed

It’s such a shame, that pussy changed
Oooh Nooo
Where did ya pussy go?
Cause girl, I need to know

(I miss that pussy, that pussy, that pussy)
Oooh Nooo

You see it was on some old one of a kind type shit baby
I’ma about to kill this bitch
Oooh Nooo
She gave away all my shit
(I miss that pussy, that pussy, that pussy, that pussy)
Oooh Nooo
Yeah, yeah, yeh

Damn, darlin’, do change ya oil?
I’m your number fan belt they are not important
I don’t use a cordless… microphone avoid ‘em
They don’t feel real to me
Meaning real woman
Others peeled on me (like paint)
You the primer on the lime bean green box when I couldn’t afford a Ford
Clean socks scootin’ across the floor in your grandmama house
Hand on your mouth
You yap too much about the penny ante, this mechanic so uncanny
X-men, x-men, your ex boyfirend should thank me that I took you off his
Hands
No I can bring another beach to the sand
And know I am well aware that you can bring a man to his knees
And get what you need without saying please
But can you bring a man to his feet when defeat is on repeat
And they go put this man’s Grammy’s on the street?
What? Why so quiet?
Hate that all of our memories happened in a Hyatt
You were perfect before you went on a diet
You was way thicker, you think I don’t remember
Shit, the magazine got to your head
Now somebody you don’t even know got you in bed
Bet ya buddy don’t even know you don’t like red
Or was it fuchsia? fuck it, our future is dead

I thought a pussy cat had 9 lives man

Oooh Nooo
(I miss that pussy, that pussy, that pussy, that pussy)
Oooh Nooo
She gave away all my shit
(I miss that pussy, that pussy, that pussy, that pussy)
Yeah, yeah, yeh
I miss ya girl

(Fuck dat bitch! )

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