"Please don't use my new black hat when U kill Bambi"

Just came home from my big city, it's more pleasant driving our new car, now that it plays nice beats for us, I just wish it could play a song called wildcat, by; Ratatat, a real nice song. I think that it would suit my driving, real fast, but real smooth.

It used 2 be such a bummer, driving my ride with out music. You'd have to be instant talkitalking 2 the passengers, just 2 cover the silence, and the trips would seem longer. Once I nearly killed Bambi and some passengers, just 'cause she was standing in the middle of the my road, like a fucking nut case, right on this hill and my car was driving real fast. Because I, Me was caught up in conversations, I never saw Bambi (and it was dark 2). Since my reactions are that fucking wicked, I managed 2 stop the device right away, just in time to let Bambi unhurt, the device unscratched and the passengers with out broken nails. I promise you, if god himself would of been in the same situation, everybody would of ended up in flames, and by that I mean hell.

The passengers thanked me and reworded me with grose champagne from the sky's, we drank the sparkling liquid from crystal glasses Orrefors had made. Everybody raised their glasses, 2 me being the hero of the decade. Everybody dressed in green 2 show there appreciation towards me, I had black, cause the day was like a funeral, saying goodbye 2 the seconds as they passed. forgetting them 'cause the new ones are a bit more accurate. At least Bambi learned a real valuable lesson, my thirst vanished and my life sort of went on.

I bought my self this hat 2day, a sailor inspired ,black hat. My wife came back home from Berlin 2day, just so I could tie her on that leash of hers.

I hate it when she goes 2 Berlin with out me, I can't control her when she goes 2 that city. She becomes this party monster and will go bananas on the liberty. Like if she forgets that I have her on a short leash. She try's 2 leash me, but fails. I'm 2 strong and free 2 be leashed tight around the neck.

"dressed really slutty , but just 'cause it's real hot"

My wife used 2 be one of them. But she came back 4 a leash

I'll just go 2 someplace with out her. A place with palm trees and a private beach, right next 2 the party where everybody is dressed really slutty, but just 'cause it's real hot.

Accepting the double morality in me, keeps me in a stable bubble.