London

got so bored of sickness, started watching how birds fly, actually if u think about it a duck owns the air, the ground and the water, isn’t that sick?

and for the record, this is the first time in long ass ages when someone actually greetings me like: dude, hey mate, what’s up man, salalala, so easy-going, london rules

short story about duck life in london:
a duck just wanted to fuck the girl duck, but then he stopped, then i look after the girl duck thinking like damn still we need to fuck that duck, and suddenly the guy duck starts going after her, i am like oh god, i start coughing and OK, the guy duck stops, hangs out … starts hunting underwater again… the other one floats away …

and for the record second time: Ferenc, this IS MY KINDA PLACE! U right.

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