Hahah, dobro ti je i rekao.
Ovog mog starijeg opasno ufatio pubertet. Bubuljicice, uzasan smrad znoja, stalno nesto hauce, ko Indijanac, bezveze, sjedi u svojoj sobi i urlice

Neke alaselamet frizure pravi

Trebamo danas poslije skole u CIPS, predat za nove im pasose, pa ce se i slikati. Ja mu rekla da napravi lijepu frizuru. Eno mu siske k'o nadstresnica

Valjda se to slegne do podne

High in the halls of the kings who are gone Jenny would dance with her ghosts. The ones she had lost and the ones she had found and the ones who had loved her the most. The ones who'd been gone for so very long she couldn't remember their names.They spun her around on the damp old stones, spun away all her sorrow and pain. And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
