The lady don't mind. No, no, the lady don't mind. Here he comes again, Northern Europe's response to Ron Jeremy. Mostly naked, far too much hair, and doing a bouncy dance that would be disturbing when done by regular people. But again, the lady don't mind. He's dancing for HER, and everyone else is "collateral damage". The government of his tiny nation not only permits this, but encourages it, because it scares the hell out of the German government when he slams next to the border, with a non-regulation faux hawk, a kilt, and a pair of Cornish stomping boots.
The lady don't mind. No, no, the lady don't mind. He's misbehaving musically again, and won't that show the Swiss a thing or two? Or was that the Swedes? Anyway, there'll be no more lip from Abba and Nilsson. She kinda likes that style. There is stomping by the fire pit, the one man who doesn't give a fuck about "authenticity" because he DEFINES authenticity, and when you do THAT, everyone asks why you aren't doing what the Americans are doing. Or the Japanese.
The lady don't mind. No, no, the lady don't mind. He's crammed his bulk and his hair into HALF a mini-cooper (leaving room for her), so that he looks like a high-speed and very angry can of haggis. He gearshifts with his dick. He has no choice. He goes roaring down the tiny lanes they call roads, while she sits on the passenger side, putting La Roux CDs in, and singing along. Eventually, they get to the restaurant and enjoy a nice dinner of frozen butter. He declines two duels as under his station, and accepts 3 more, scheduling them into his tablet.
And she kinda likes that style.
