Van az irodában egy piros bohócorrom. Tipikusan az olyan feladatokra, amiket épp ésszel nem lehet megcsinálni....ma már elég régóta rajtam van....
Cupp
Van az irodában egy piros bohócorrom. Tipikusan az olyan feladatokra, amiket épp ésszel nem lehet megcsinálni....ma már elég régóta rajtam van....
Cupp
...
So that night when he came home from work,
I fixed him his drink, as usual.
You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic.
...
And then he ran into my knife.
He ran into my knife ten times!
...
Well, I was in such a state of shock,
I completely blacked out, I can't remember a thing.
It wasn't until later, when I was washing the blood off my
hands
I even knew they were dead.
...
I guess you could say we broke
up because of artistic differences.
He saw himself as alive
and I saw him dead.
...
He had it coming
He only had
Himself
To blame."
Az apámról azt kell tudni, hogy főnök. Keménykezű, szabadszájú, nagyhangú és maximalista.
Kitalálta, hogy a dec. 31. úgyis félnap és úgyse fog senki dolgozni, mert minek. Ideális nap tehát összetartásra, ezért nekiállt az iroda ici-pici konyhájában lapcsánkát sütni. Van neki szép piros kisköténykéje, és megvendégelte a beosztottjait. Szerintem jófej apukám van :-)
Cupp
"'But you can't really like spiders?' the women visitors would say to Oswald as he displayed his collection.
'Oh, but I adore them,' he would answer. 'Especially the females. They remind me so much of certain human females that I know. They remind me of my very favourite human females.'
'What nonsense, darling.'
'Nonsense? I think not.'
'It's rather insulting.'
'On the contrary, my dear, it is the greatest compliment I could pay. Did you not know, for instance, that the female spider is so savage in her lovemaking that the male is very lucky indeed if he escapes with his life at the end of it all. Only if he is exceedingly agile and marvellously ingenious will he get away in one piece.'
'Now, Oswald!'
'And the crab spider, my beloved, the teeny-weeny little crab spider is so dangerously passionate that her lover has to tie her down with intricate loops and knots of his own thread before he dares to embrace her...'
'Oh, stop it, Oswald, this minute!' the women would cry, their eyes shining."