I’ve been at home for hours watching Amityville horror on repeat, drinking Lonestars, and writing down precious lines of dark and groovy 70′s dialogue:
I gotta see the basement. That's where it's coming from. I'm very sensitive about these things. |
Well. So. Unless you’re in a realllllly bad mood, don’t come hither with your old Dutch sayings and cans of gimmicky peanut snake springs and warm whiskey breath. You disgust me.
And that’s good……you know?
– You know? No. No, he doesn’t “know”.
– no I don know –
See? He don know. Goodbye.
You motha fuckas need to chill — listen to some Mercedes S666, shit’ll chill you right out.
Yeah you laughin’ now cuz I holdin’ a fuckin puppy. Fuck you nggas. Go watch some Amityville horror, eat a hotpocket or whatever you white ass white people eat.
“Waahhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhh….waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah… Pay attention to me, wahhhhhhhhh, I need attention waaaahhhhhh….”
I will rub you with ham you daft tart.
