by perelka-l + “… oh FUCK THAT SHIT WITH A NINE-PRONGED PITCHFORK! ADAMS!”
“Yes, Boss?”
“HOLD MY FUCKING UKELELE!”
“Ukulele held. Go kick some ass.”
(c) некто с тумбы
by perelka-l + There was something oddly familiar about the young woman and the older man sitting on the beach together, Lawrence thought. The man was as ugly as anyone he'd ever met, with a smile that seemed a bit too wide for his broad, lumpy face, and off-colored eyes, one of which seemed speckled in two different colors. The girl he was with couldn't be more than half his age: it wasn't too odd that she was sitting on the beach wearing a long jacket over her modest one-piece bathing suit, but the fact that she was reading Thomas Aquinas, and had a prominent rosary around her neck, did seem a bit strange to her.
He overheard one snippet of a conversation as he walked past, on his way to the bathrooms, though.
"Would you please put that thing away, Dad?" the girl asked. "It's driving me insane."
"I've carried this ukelele around all my life," the old, ugly man replied. "I think I should finally learn to play it."
