"Hello. What's your name?"
"Dread."
"Not Judge Dread?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Oh, I always wanted to meet you."
"Oh, really?........................ Why?"
"Whoa... I'm really big fan of yours."
"That's really nice of you to say that."
"Is it true?"
"Is what true?"
"What they say... about Big Nine?"
"Well, I think you better have a look for yourself..."
**** zzzip ****
"Oh, it's true... It's true..."
"Come on Dread, take them off!"
"No! What do you take me for?"
"Come on! Don't be shy!"
*** groans of pleasure ****
"...easy!"
"Now, doesn't that feel better?"
"Oh yes... Those bloody boots were killing me!"
"Here. Look at this!"
"Oh my God! I don't believe it!"
"Oh, come on! Touch it!"
"You must be bloody joking! You ain't even a proper woman! You are a geezer, dressed up! You're one of those a... trans a... What they call them? Transvestites!!!"
"Oh, come on dear! This is 1975."
"I don't know. Every time I come out, every bloody time,
it always ends up being sillies."
"Come on and give me love, please!"
"I tell you what! I'll give you bloody love, I'll give you a rough end
of a pineapple! Go out! Fuck off!"
"Oh you nasty man, you!"
"Whoay! Take your sullen damn handbag with ya!"
― Steve Shasta (Steve Shasta), Monday, 20 March 2006 02:21 (twenty years ago)
I heard that Johnny was a baker
I heard he used to live in Jamaica
I hear he has three daughters, one named Brown Paper
But that is all I know about you, Johnny Baker
I go to London Town
I go to New York City
I go to Africa
Just to find Johnny
When I got to Africa
Someone said "Look, this is Johnny"
I said "Good day Johnny, my name is Dr Alimantado"
― dog latin (dog latin), Thursday, 23 March 2006 16:34 (twenty years ago)