Well here are a few simple admonitions for young and old.
Never intefere in a boy-and-girl fight.
Beware of whores who say they don’t want money.
The hell they don’t.
What they mean is they want more money. Much more.
If you’re doing business with a religious son-of-a-bitch,
Get it in writing.
His word isn’t worth shit.
Not with the good lord telling him how to fuck you on the deal.
Avoid fuck-ups.
We all know the type.
Anything they have anything to do with,
No matter how good it sounds,
Turns into a disaster.
Do not offer sympathy to the mentally ill.
Tell them firmly:
I am not paid to listen to this drivel.
You are a terminal boob.
Now some of you may encounter the Devil’s Bargain,
If you get that far.
Any old soul is worth saving,
At least to a priest,
But not every soul is worth buying.
So you can take the offer as a compliment.
He tries the easy ones first.
You know like money,
All the money there is.
But who wants to be the richest guy in some cemetary?
Money won’t buy.
Not much left to spend it on, eh gramps?
Getting too old to cut the mustard.
Well time hits the hardest blows.
Especially below the belt.
How’s a young body grab you?
Like three card monte, like pea under the shell,
Now you see it, now you don’t.
Haven’t you forgotten something, gramps?
In order to feel something,
You’ve got to be there.
You have to be eighteen.
You’re not eighteen.
You are seventy-eight.
Old fool sold his soul for a strap-on.
Well they always try the easiest ones first.
How about an honorable bargain?
You always wanted to be a doctor,
Well now’s your chance.
Why don’t you become a great healer
And benefit humanity?
What’s wrong with that?
Just about everything.
Just about everything.
There are no honorable bargains
Involving exchange
Of qualitative merchandise
Like souls
For quantitative merchandise
Like time and money.
So piss off Satan
And don’t take me for dumber than I look.
An old junk pusher told me –
Watch whose money you pick up.
samma gamla vanliga+ 
I can feel your body
When I’m lying in bed
There’s too much confusion
Going around through my head
And it makes me so angry
To know that the flame still burns
Why can’t I get over?
When will I ever learn?
Old love, leave me alone
Old love, go on home
I can see your face
But I know that it’s not real
It’s just an illusion
Caused by how I used to feel
And it makes me so angry
To know that the flame will always burn
I’ll never get over
I know now that I’ll never learn
Jättäisikö vanha rakkaus ikinä rauhaan, Jenkkeihin lähtee Ruottista niin että heilahtaa. Obama armahtaa jos on armahtaakseen.
Tuo aika näyttää. Kysyin kansanedustaja ehdokas Anttoselta (kok), pitääkö Assangelle myöntää poliittinen turvapaikka Suomesta.
Vastaus oli kielteinen. Eihän Eu:n sisällä voida myöntää turvapaikkoja toisille. Eikä Suomi voi puuttua toisen maan sisäisiin lain asioihin.
Mutta taas, jos svenssonit Assangen luovuttaa. Niin se on kyllä sellainen tappoisku sille vähäisellekkin kansankodille mitä siellä on.
Koska tulee muistaa, että Ruotsi vetoaa omiin lakeihinsa tässä asiassa. Ja kummat ne seksi lait siellä ovat. Tästä käsittääkseni on kiittäminen 70-luvulla tapahtuneita lapsiprostituutio juttuja johon Olof Palmekin sekaantui. Sekä sen ajan jälkeistä yleistä me tiedämme parhaiten feminististä lainsäädäntöä.