(OT) Wat eten we vandaag?

[Bor de Wolf]

Jij hebt dan weer drank... die film heb ik nog steeds niet gezien, ofschoon ik em al vaak in handen heb gehad. Toch maar huren dus...

Doen. Met een goed fles wijn. Verslikte me bijna bij de volgende prachtige monoloog:

Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers peddling for money and grinning behind my back. The squeegee man dirtying up my clean windshield, get a fucking job. Fuck the *Seeks* and the Pakistani’s bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs and curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training – SLOW THE FUCK DOWN. Fuck the Chelsea boys with their wax chests and pumped up biceps, going down on each other in my parks and on my piers. Jingling their dicks on my channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of over-priced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastics. Ten years in the country and still “no speaka English.” Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in Café’s sipping tea in glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheeling and dealing and scheming. Go back where you fucking came from. Fuck the black Haddam in Hasidim strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff selling South African Apartie Diamonds. Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-stout masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe motherfuckers figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life. You think Bush and Cheney didn’t know about that shit? Give me a fucking break. Puerto Rican’s 20 to a car swelling up the welfare. World’s worst fucking parade in the city. And don’t even get me started with the Dumb-inicans cause they make the Puerto Rican’s look good. Italians with their pomaded hair and their nylon warm-ups with their St. Anthony medallions swinging like Jason GeHan Louisville Sluggers baseball bats trying to audition for the Skeek. Fuck the upper-east-side wives with their antique scarves and their Gucci artichokes. $400 new faces, getting pulled and lifted and stretched all taut and shiny. You’re not fooling anybody sweetheart. Fuck the uptown brothers; they never pass the ball, they don’t wanna play defense, they take five steps on every lay up, and then they wanna turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended 137 years ago, move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shot, standing behind the blue wall of silence. You betray our trust. Fuck the priests who puts his hands down some innocent child’s pants. Fuck the church that protects them delivering us into evil. And while you’re at it fuck _ _ he got off easy: a day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the alleluias of the legion angels for eternity. Try 7 years in fucking Otis Bill, J. Fuck Osama bin Laden, Al Quida, and backward ass cave dwelling fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the name of innocent thousands murdered everywhere, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your 72 whores roasting in a jet fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass.