Pavel Dadadaovich : Today, I was supposed to ring in the new year with my wife in Leningrad. Instead, I woke up hungover and sprawled on my friend's couch in Moscow. Turns out,

I love you like kings love queens
Like a gay geneticist loves designer jeans
I need you like New Orleans needs a drought
Like Hitler's father needed to learn to pull out

And I want you, yeah, like a lawyer/mathematician wants some kind of proof
And I want you, yeah, like JFK wanted a car with a roof

Because love is taking that dive, then getting really comfortable and peeing in the pool
And love is a real life porn, minus all the stuff that makes porn cool
And love is a homeless guy searching for treasure in the middle of the rain, and finding a bag of gold coins and slowly finding out they're all filled with chocolate, and even though he's heartbroken, he can't complain because he was hungry in the first place

Because I love you like Dora loves maps
Like the pope's toilet loves holy craps
I need you like a voyeur needs a branch
Like boys tossing salad needs a little bit of Neverland Ranch
And I want you, yeah, like all the gothic kids that look exactly the same never want to conform
And I want you like Anne Frank wanted...nobody to read her fucking diary ('cause a diary is a collection of secret things that nobody's supposed to read, that's the whole point of a diary, millions of people have breached this little girl's privacy after she was chased by Nazis, kick her while she's down)

And if we met in 10,000 BC, I was your caveman, you's my cavelady...
If we got hot, we'd start rubbin'
If we got hungry, we'd go clubbin'
There's woolly mammoths, but I will protect us
You're makin' me devolve to a homo erectus, mothafucka

And if we met in 1780, I was a white southern aristocratic plantation owner and you were my dark-skinned servant lady... slave
Whenever I could get away from the Missus, I'd go to your shed and then I'd steal you kisses
But let's be serious, I'd still work you full-time as a slave, there's a difference between romantic language and a complete disregard for socio-economic trends
And if we met in 1941, I was a Nazi, you's a gypsy on the run, that's a little redundant
That... probably wouldn't have worked out...

Because love is your favorite food for every breakfast, lunch and dinner
And love is the Holocaust, if you don't die quick and you don't get thinner
And love is being the owner of the company that makes rape whistles
And even though you started the company with good intentions trying to reduce the rate of rape, now you don't want to reduce it at all, 'cause if the rape rate declines you'll see an equal decline in whistle sales...
Without rapists, who's gonna buy your whistles?

Yeahhhh, love is all about... Whistles.

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    General this guy ^-^

    and the meaning is pretty self explainatory :P
    AjaDarkoon October 14, 2010   Link

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