JAFFY wanders into my room, peers around with interest. Spies poster on the wall: "Who the hell is that?"
Me: "Rammstein."
(For the record, it's the poster from the Mutter album, where they're all floating in goo, serene and pickled.)
JAFFY now starts looking through the pile of CDs in front of the player. Rob Zombie, Marilyn Manson, you know the sort. "Ah!" he says, as one who has seen the light. "I get it; you're a freak!"
And proud of it, kiddies.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home