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Even If I Got A Big Dick I Piss Like A Race Horse (Welcome)

Posted in 5D-II, Free Liu Xia, Free Pussy Riot by Knutsvik on September 29, 2013

big dick vet1Saturday, 28th September 2013.

it’s late night, and Ry Cooder’s singing “Goodnight Irene” from a ballroom in San Fransisco again. the blue tex mex notes from Flaco Jimenez’s accordion float through the darkness of the Bergen saturday night.

E and L came up from Stavanger for A’s dissertation yesterday. we go way back, and it’s good to see them. the reception’s held at Kalfaret Brygghus. it feels like enemy territory to me, but I’m a cowboy and hang out in the bar and talk about beers and the service industry with the female bartender. she’s got great legs.

it’s all dim, but I remember being sophisticated and leaning over to L and whisper to her that “even if I got a big dick I piss like a race horse”.

she laughs, obviously, because there’s nothing to say to something stupid like that. it’s not even a coherent sentence, so I decide to play the fool and follow up with “you know, in Sogn and Fjordane they always tell new big dicked vets with flat asses from the East there ‘s no use in a big propeller if you don’t have an engine to drive it!” it’s a classic line, and

it’s sooooo stupid, and there’s no comeback, except drunken laughter. at least if you’re from Stavanger instead of Sogn and Fjordane. or the East.

it’s late night again.

luckily it’s all dim.


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  1. hobokollektiv said, on September 29, 2013 at 12:31 PM

    It’s late night & luckily it’s all dim while these blue Flaco Jimenez notes float through our souls. And when the lights are all down we’ll meet at the dark end of street hiding in the shadows singing sad & great Ry Cooder tunes. It’s late night & sooner or later all the big dicked cowboys stand in the shadows while we leave town. It’s late night & luckily it’s all dim.

    All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.

    • Knutsvik said, on September 30, 2013 at 10:04 AM

      ay, Fritsch, buddy, those shadows, huh, those dark ends of lonely old moonlit streets – those are our kinds of streets and our kinds of shadows as long as we’re in town, but trust me pal, trust me – we need to pull out, we need to get out of town, out on the wide open road, out to ramble and lie and just leave everything behind.

      ay, Fritsch, buddy, those dark ends, huh?


  2. z ... said, on September 30, 2013 at 9:01 PM


    Makes me think of Eugenio
    Very interesting Pic, MK
    isnt it ?


    • Knutsvik said, on October 1, 2013 at 11:14 AM

      ay, Zamoysky, Princessa, no hay banda, baby, no hay banda…..

      I just cannot understand why that odd mannequin is placed in the middle of one of the most visited tourist attractions in Western Norway, it seems out of place and … out of time.

      no hay banda, baby, no hay banda!


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