Chouriço

Chouriço is a spicy portuguese smoked sausage, made with pork meat, pork fat, wine, paprika and salt, stuffed into tripe (natural or artificial) and slowly dried over smoke. It can be served as part of a meal or used as a dildo.

quarta-feira, agosto 05, 2009

Mal posso esperar que morras para te poder cuspir na campa

KoRn - Right Now:


I'm feeling mean today
Not lost, not blown away
Just irritated and quite hated
Self control breaks down
Why's everything so tame?
I like my life insane
I'm fabricating and debating who I'm gonna kick around

Right now
Can't find a way to get across the hate when I see you
Right now
I'm feeling strange inside, I want to slash and beat you
Right now
I rip apart the things inside that excite you
Right now
I can't control myself, I fucking hate you!

I'm feeling cold today
Not hurt, just fucked away
I'm devastated and frustrated
God, I feel so bound
So why'd I feel the need?
I think it's time to bleed
I'm gonna cut myself and watch the blood hit the ground

Right now
Can't find a way to get across the hate when I see you
Right now
I'm feeling strange inside, I want to slash and beat you
Right now
I rip apart the things inside that excite you
Right now
I can't control myself, I fucking hate you!

You open your mouth again
I swear I'm gonna break it
You open your mouth again
My God, I cannot take it

Shut up, shut up, shut up or I'll fuck you up
Shut up, shut up, shut up or I'll fuck you up
Shut up, shut up, shut up or I'll fuck you up!
Shut up, shut up, shut up or I'll fuck you up!
Shut up, shut up, shut up or I'll fuck you up!
Shut up, shut up, shut up or I'll fuck you up!

Right now
Can't find a way to get across the hate when I see you
Right now
I'm feeling strange inside, I want to slash and beat you
Right now
I rip apart the things inside that excite you
Right now
I can't control myself, I fucking hate you!

I fucking hate you!
I fucking hate you!
I fucking hate you!
I fucking hate you!
I fucking hate you! (shut up!)
I fucking hate you! (shut up!)
I fucking hate you! (shut up!)
(shut up!)


MP3 aqui.

7 Comentários:

At quarta-feira, agosto 05, 2009 12:35:00 da tarde, Blogger AD de acordo com a profecia disse...

Algo me diz que esta música nunca fez parte da banda sonora de um filme com o Hugh Grant...

 
At quarta-feira, agosto 05, 2009 2:29:00 da tarde, Blogger tiagugrilu de acordo com a profecia disse...

Grassa,

Tu queres que o Hugh Grant morra?
- Então e que fazia eu nos domingos chuvosos de Inverno sem comédias românticas?

 
At quarta-feira, agosto 05, 2009 4:07:00 da tarde, Blogger A de acordo com a profecia disse...

sexo.

 
At quarta-feira, agosto 05, 2009 4:08:00 da tarde, Blogger grassa de acordo com a profecia disse...

Finalmente, um comentário que faz todo o sentido!

Obrigado, A.

 
At quarta-feira, agosto 05, 2009 4:14:00 da tarde, Blogger A de acordo com a profecia disse...

de nada, moço, é por isso que cá venho.

 
At quarta-feira, agosto 05, 2009 4:32:00 da tarde, Blogger grassa de acordo com a profecia disse...

Vens cá pelo sexo?

Queres um post para ti?

 
At quarta-feira, agosto 05, 2009 4:33:00 da tarde, Blogger A de acordo com a profecia disse...

eu venho cá para trazer sentido à turba de comentários.

sabes não consigo dizer que não a nada que venha de ti, principalmente sexo.

 

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