That base camp at Malaga
tents and bars
and a wash-house
and showers
and best of all
of course
(after the bogs
and showers)
was the bar
and Miriam said
there's a disco tonight
at this place
you coming?
of course
why not
as long as you're here
and there's *****
I said
so we went
and it was hot
and there was too
many bodies dancing
(or such as
it was called)
and you had to fight
your way to the bar
through tides of people
in all kinds of clothing
and body smells
and hair styles
and girls with too much ****
so it blocked your way
and then once you got
to the bar you had
to make the bar keeper
understand your language
and if he could hear
through the din
of disco music
you eventually
got your drinks
and Miriam was over
in a corner at a table
she hogged
from some French guys
and she said
some guy pinched my ****
did he bring it back?
I said
she snorted through her nose
bringing up the last
drop of coke
I'm seriously
she said
sorry about that
and gave her her drink
and sipped my
*** and coke
and looked around the place
to see who may
have pinched her ****
but there were
too many bodies
dancing away
and chugging about
so I sat and said
I guess you have
a cute ****
and someone needed
to touch it to see
if it was real
maybe so
she said
but it's
my **** still.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC
That base camp at Malaga
tents and bars
and a wash-house
and showers
and best of all
of course
(after the bogs
and showers)
was the bar
and Miriam said
there's a disco tonight
at this place
you coming?
of course
why not
as long as you're here
and there's *****
I said
so we went
and it was hot
and there was too
many bodies dancing
(or such as
it was called)
and you had to fight
your way to the bar
through tides of people
in all kinds of clothing
and body smells
and hair styles
and girls with too much ****
so it blocked your way
and then once you got
to the bar you had
to make the bar keeper
understand your language
and if he could hear
through the din
of disco music
you eventually
got your drinks
and Miriam was over
in a corner at a table
she hogged
from some French guys
and she said
some guy pinched my ****
did he bring it back?
I said
she snorted through her nose
bringing up the last
drop of coke
I'm seriously
she said
sorry about that
and gave her her drink
and sipped my
*** and coke
and looked around the place
to see who may
have pinched her ****
but there were
too many bodies
dancing away
and chugging about
so I sat and said
I guess you have
a cute ****
and someone needed
to touch it to see
if it was real
maybe so
she said
but it's
my **** still.
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