Painting what the general director of the National Gallery Milan Knizak bought for Czech National Gallery in Prague for cca 45 000$,name of the painitng is "Little animals admiring cunt"..LOL Czechs were pissed,when they ve seen what art they paid from theire taxes .I think it's pretty funny.
Super sauce all purpose plus number one grime tamer. Flapjack up to
elbow, bone graft no problem, get share of nick and cut. Chicken junk
also good, scrub for pamper hand, HA!
Woke up chair Burger King. Mop man say "Wake up Chen! Restaurant close!" I say "No time for Sergeants!" HA! Then fall down stairs, worse than fall off couch! Ouch! Note to Flapjack: Get drunk in basement, next time less fall. HA!
"Just that," said the fox. "to me, you're still nothing more than a little boy
who's just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you.
And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I'm nothing more than a fox
like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other.
To me, you'll be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world …"
"I'm beginning to understand," said the little prince.
"There's a flower. . . I think she has tamed me…"
"It is possible," said the fox. "On earth one sees all sorts of things. "
"Oh but this is not on the earth!" said the little prince.
The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious.
"On another planet?"
From "The Little Prince" by Antoine de St. Exupery.
AFTER MUCH DELIBERASHUN I STEALED A BAG OF ORANGE FLAVERED HOLLOW GARBONZO BEENS AT THE SUPERMARKET BUT THEY WERE NOT THICK ENOUGH. THE BEENS CREASED IN THE MIDDEL OVER THE BASTARDS MESHURING TAPE THEN THEY CLUMPED TOGETHER AND TURNED INTO TINY FROGS. I SAID "HERES SOME BEENS " DOES ANYONE LIKE BEENS? AND IF MUSTAFIO HAD THE PLATE OR SAID YES OR ASKED "HOW ARE THE BEENS " THAN I GAVE HIM THE BEENS
Throughout the centuries, man has considered himself beautiful. I rather suppose that man only believes in his own beauty out of pride; that he is not really beautiful and he suspects this himself; for why does he look on the face of his fellow-man with such scorn? (Comte de Lautreamont)
