Ex Drummer Page #3

I'm going. My arm! Calm down.

- Get out of here!

F***ing whore!

- Shut your face!

Her wig is a bit of a sore point.

- She doesn't always wear it.

What's up with your pa? Is he ill?

Eh?

- Yes, he's...

Haven't you got a job?

- I'm on the dole.

I get money like that.

So why get a job?

Got a light?

- What?

Got a light?

- Hang on.

Give that here.

We thought about doing

a cover of Devo's Mongoloid.

Mongoloid? That goes with our image.

- Mongols, handicapped.

Because we are, aren't we?

- I'm not a mongol.

Isn't that the same thing? Handicapped

or mongol, that's the same thing. F***!

What's going on?

F***!

My head, man!

- Take it easy!

What about that cover?

- Devo's Mongoloid, man!

Who?

- Mongoloid.

Oh, right.

Where's that f***in' Moroccan?

How long have we been here?

How's your pa?

- What about my pa?

How long has he been there like that?

- Don't know. A long time.

I feel sorry for your ma.

- Yes, so do I.

She's some crazy babe and

she's stuck with your pa.

How long since she's had sex?

- Don't start, eh? Don't start.

How long?

- Please don't start.

I'm not starting. I'm just asking you

a question, that's all.

Eh?

- I don't know.

I think she's some crazy babe.

- You'd know that better than me.

I wouldn't mind f***in' her.

Her big tits really turn me on.

Shut your kisser!

No, I won't shut my kisser.

I think she's one hot b*tch.

I wanna shoot between her tits.

- F*** off, man.

You f*** off!

- You can get it yourself.

Don't laugh like that, man.

- I was doing OK, wasn't I?

Sing a bit quieter. I can't hear myself.

OK. Three, two, one...

I don't know the lyrics,

you'll have to sing.

F***ing hell, man.

Can't you sing a bit quieter?

That's quiet, isn't it?

I can't hear myself, Ivan.

Can you sing a bit quieter?

Sing on your own.

- That's not so difficult, is it?

Mongoloid, he was a mongoloid,

happier than you and me,

Come on, again.

- Do I have to sing?

Shut your kisser! May I?

- Shall I sing?

OK. Three, two, one...

F***in' hell, man!

I wanna f*** you.

Not now, Jan'll be home any minute.

You mustn't.

Come here.

- Hey!

Calm down!

I wanna poke my dick in your p*ssy.

- Leave me alone.

F***in' hell, come here.

- I said no.

Come on, Jan's not here. Don't go on.

F***in' hell. Come on.

No!

- Come on!

I'm really gonna give you one.

- And what'll you do if Jan comes home?

Let me have that p*ssy! You've got

a sexy stomach. F***in' hell!

What a sexy f***in' stomach!

Will you stop it?

- What a sexy stomach!

Get off!

D'you want a kick in the balls?

Bad drumming doesn't come easily.

Of course not. You can play the drums.

- Yes, but I can't do it.

It's really difficult.

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