tisdag 23 juni 2009
A Note from my old Emperiador Guitar
My old neighbour Inge pured old swedish
Explorer Vodka down my trought yesterday.
(thats why my spelling is so bad today)
And when i was going to play some notes
for him - He shouted - You can't play on that
that thing! Wy not i asked?. Beacuse my
flowers has grown together with its strings!
And for once - he was not lying the slightest at all.
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Hmj!'
SvaraRaderaI recognize that old fellow mr Inge.
DNpa
However, your spelling is incorrect. If someone is "hälling" something down your throat - it ought to be spelled "pour".
I´m not certain of course, but I´m somewhat certain.