What is it you hate, m'dear? Oh, you hate me, because I haven't yet called you for Stooges 'n' Coffee. Appy-polly-logies, luv. I promise it'll happen soon, when I stop being such a loser.
I have a book of Nick Cave's lyrics, complete up to Murder Ballads, and I was too damned lazy to look that song up. But if that's where the City of Refuge really is, then I'm already there, babe.
Just let me know whenever you want to do that coffee-package-stooges thing. I've made you wait this long; I can handle waiting a while longer.
So, suggest away and if I pick the DJ name you have chosen for me, I will make you dinner and offer many thank yous. Or if you prefer, I will gratify you sexually!
Hey... what's your DJ name, anyway? Is there a formula to figure one out, or does it just involve replacing Cs with Ks and Ss with Zs or something kkkkkkrazzzzzy like that?
I don't think I know you no, I haven't been in a show for a while now, I'll try to hit the TV on the Radio one this Friday but I'm not sure if I can yet.