Timo was the center of attention last night as 6 wild and nefarious 20 somethings huddled together, conspiring to get Timo into a movie or short film. Out came paper, out came 8 short (*very short*) scripts, all featuring Timo in some way that probably did not make him all that happy that we had crashed his house and spent several hours laughing at him. We saw the big T in a Tarantino mouth off, a drug deal gone wrong, and arguing the pros and cons of killing nuns. Now all we need is a camera and someone to teach the little blighter how to talk. Yeah, he's a cat.
Afterwards the night shifted with some kind of spontaneity and one-upmanship to putting 'fuck' into the chorus of every famous song that has ever existed. A good half hour was spent coming up with:
All you need is fuck, all you need is fuck, all you need is fuuuhuuuuhuuuuck, (fuck is just a game). I was made for fucking you baby, you were made for fucking me!
We will, we will, fuck you.
Happy fucking to you, happy fucking to you, happy fucking dear Timo, happy fucking to you.
Woah, woah WOAH woah sweet fuck of mine.
Fucked through the heart, and you're to blame, you give fucking, a bad name!
Yeah, so swearing is funny in any language :)
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