There have been quite a few parties next door over the last few weeks.
One afternoon the son had his mates around to listen to some rap (and kindly included any neighbours who might be outdoors).
I managed to switch most of it out while I read my book, but one song broke through the barrier.
It repeated variations on the following refrain for a good three minutes:
I’m gonna fuck you tonight, fuck you tonight … I’m gonna fuck you; fuck you; fuck you tonight.
…
I’m pleased to know that romance lives on in this modern age.
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