bastardo

i'm just listening to neh neh nah, charcoal&sugar, i fell deep in 1999 when i went to italy and worked there as a construction worker for a bastardo. 50 kilos of concrete sacks and paint canisters flow bricks and stones five floors were not a problem, the countess was a problem for the day. I had headphones and heard vaya condios, mostly I wiggled my ass like a madman, the countess always asked where are you from, i said my mother is a cleaning lady and my father is a porter in isfahan., she always laughed and also wiggled her ass, and said: you are a little student, and me bastardo, keep wiggling