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That’s nightlife. Nightlife is arousing Games Nightlife at the skyladiko clubs even more Games I’ve seen men Games slaughter each other with jack-knives over a singer’s cunt. Hey boy Games you still have time to give up and go back to Athens. I will never go back unless I find Stella. Wednesday Dolls Games shall we go for dinner after work? We’re tired. Shall I come by and take you to a fish tavern at noon tomorrow? At noon tomorrow? Not possible. Some other time. We’re going to the toilet for a minute. You brought us nice things. Real artists, great cunts! They’re wet behind the ears. It’s their first time at a ‘bouzouki’ night club. One is smarter, the other needs some tutoring. I’m giving ‘big ones’ Games to take them both. Here and now! Arrange it. Cheers then! What’s this game you’re playing? Suddenly, all the little whores are acting the ladies. What do you think you’re here for? Your fantastic voice? The man’s feeling horny. He’s the best client and wants to . What’s the matter? You won’t pay any taxes. Then why don’t you go with him? With a bumpkin, an arsehole, a worm! First, they’re so many bumpkins, arseholes and worms. This one, at least, is loaded. Second, this is the ‘system’ of doing things in this club. When a client is on a drinking binge, all the girls in the club should go out with him! We like to go out only with those we fancy. We need no pimps. We’re only singers. We were brought here as singers not as prostitutes. We are artists, mister, not ‘consomatrices’. It’s not in our contract! Let’s get out of here. Good riddance! You won’t close down my club, you stupid cunts! Now about that homo your agent, I’ll call and give him hell! Up yours, arsehole! What’s the time? :. hours ago I was . Now I’m . Happy birthday! Before daybreak [Old rebetiko song] I alone set off For a trip back To our a first hangout at dawn Oh, for a trip back To our a first hangout at dawn Thursday My head is going to explode. That whiskey comes with these bad things. Two days now you’ve been on the piss.