Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 304 & Part 305

Today is Friday, the 30th of August 2024.

Have you heard about Pluto? the octopus asked the lobster on the latest SLAS meeting.

That it is not a real planet any longer? the lobster asked in return.

 

No. Mickey Mouse abandoned him at a motorway service station 

and left very fast with his convertible car.

That is kind of sad and really very heartless, the lobster said.

But what I really wanted to ask, said the octopus, have you heard about Bromford Bibble?

No, said the lobster, what happend to Bromford Bibble? And who is Bromford Bibble?

I don't know, said the octopus. And I don't care.

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"Somewhere Near Bromford"

There was a vending machine, it was obscene
Sold a build-your-own tuna sandwich thing
So I had a cereal bar in my blood-stained bed instead

Yes

There was a soda machine, had a turquoisey-sheen (shining)
Equally as insulting as the tuna sandwich thing
And I had no desire whatsoever in purchasing anything
And the guys were laughing, buying something

That was a bad decision That was a bad decision

There was a laundry machine, working
Working, yes it was working
And the half-lit Denny’s sign was weirdly comforting
Tried getting in

That was a bad decision
That was a bad decision

We were driving down the highway near Bromford
Stopped at a gas station
Two guys had just won forty bucks
On a scratch card, filling up
With gasoline, I was observing them
Said he’d take it to the whorehouse that evening
Poor girl deserves a warning
And his iced tea was yellowing

That was a bad decision
That was a bad decision

"Bromford Landing Party"

Embrasse-moi, mets ton doigt dans mon cul
Embrasse-moi, mets ton doigt dans mon cul
Une présence ambiguë
Une présence inconnue
Jusqu'à c'que j'en peux plus


Embrasse-moi, mets ton doigt dans mon cul
Embrasse-moi, mets ton doigt dans mon cul
Une présence ambiguë
Une présence inconnue
Jusqu'à c'que j'en peux plus

Embrasse-moi, mets ton doigt dans mon cul
Embrasse-moi, mets ton doigt dans mon cul
Une présence ambiguë
Une présence inconnue
Jusqu'à c'que j'en peux plus