MetalliLaucha

Bueno, en realidad es una pena que mi tío Nacho haya colgado su fotolog después de... bueno, después del segundo post. Qué se le va a hacer.
Acá un post dedicado a él. Los muchachos sureño-fascistas del metal. ¡Ah, buena época los noventas! Cobain y Rose sacándose los ojos y muchos, muchos heroinómanos tratando de ser más malos que Metallica. Bueno... esta barrabrava de adictos al whisky lo logró. Sin dudas.

Un post como este debería iniciar una serie llamada "101 things that can get better than pussy", o para los que no saben inglés "101 cosas para asustar a tu gatito". O algo así.

Y para finalizar, les dejo la letra de una canción tranquilita.

Good friends and a bottle of pills
(traducida como: los buenos amigos te dan bocha de pilas)

I fucked your girlfriend last night.
While you snored and drooled, I fucked your love.
She called me Daddy. And I called her baby when I
Smacked her ass. I called her sugar when I ate
Her alive till daylight. And I slept with her all
Over me, from forehead to ribcage I dripper her ass.
Sometimes I thought you might be spying, living out some
Brash fantasy, but no. You were knocked out. But we were
All knocked out you know. In a way

I serve too many masters.

We didn't know you'd break the bottle that the magic
Came in to use those jagged shards to cut our wrists
And neck. And you'd do it too, you're that kind of dude.
But you wouldn't know what you were doing because
I didn't, your girlfriend could have been a burn
Victim, an amputee, a dead body. But god damn I wanted
To fuck.

I'm serving too many fucking masters.
[I told you. I told you motherfucker]

No sé bien que onda, pero creo que habla del puto Chavo Fucks...

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