Milk (18:45:19 20/10/2010)
My father doesn't talk to me all day.You remember that he has a fan of Soviet hits.So today from morning he walks in the kitchen, makes sandwiches and sings:
"And we don’t dream of a cosmodrome.
Not this ice blue"
I went in and sang to him:
Nothing dreams - it's just a coma
So, it was a delay "
Called the defamator and ate=(