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做工，电脑，做工，电脑…… 我的日常生活就是一直重复着那个永无止尽的循环。啊！我知道怎样才可以逃出这个循环！对了！就是用金钱来换取快乐！哈哈哈……
Sunday, May 10
Saturday, May 2
阿Joe你好酷……我爱你……
续：很恶心，满地都是恶心的……(Part 2)
[Site 008: Main Camp Watchtower]
“这里应该没问题，就暂时歇息一下吧……”
艾薇儿和帕姆忙着检查身体，害怕有被尸虫爬上。
“咻…… 我的身体没事了，帕姆你呢？”
“我也是没事。”
“恶心死了，干嘛是尸虫啊……”
“对啊，要是是蚯蚓不就更好吗？……”
“就是嘛…… 什么？！怎么是蚯蚓就更好？同样也是很恶心啊！”
“不，蚯蚓比尸虫好。”
“好在哪里？！”
“因为蚯蚓是红色，尸虫是白色……”
“……？比喻运用得太深奥，我不明白。”
“你在说什么…… 喂！阿Joe叔叔，你在干什么？！”
只见阿Joe全身光溜溜地站着，只剩下内裤……
“啊？” 他用无辜的眼神回望艾薇儿。她立刻把身体回转，然后说：
“你…… 你干嘛把衣服脱光光……”
“衣服有尸虫爬过，很恶心，我穿不下去。”
“也不能在女生面前脱光光啊……”
“有问题吗……？”
“啊——！你还好意思问我？！”
“我又不是裸着身……”
“阿Joe你不把内裤脱掉吗？或许里面有尸虫……”
“帕姆——！”
“哈哈，帕姆你放心，我的草堆太茂盛了，尸虫是爬不进的，
而且刚才已经确定过了，内裤里面没有尸虫，肥肥虫就有一只，
哈哈，哈哈哈~ ~ ”
“死变态老——！”
“阿Joe你好酷……我爱你……”
“Yeah babe~ Oh 1, 2, 1 2 3 4! 脱掉脱掉~” 然后摆出个胜利的形式。
[Site 008: Main Camp Watchtower]
“这里应该没问题，就暂时歇息一下吧……”
艾薇儿和帕姆忙着检查身体，害怕有被尸虫爬上。
“咻…… 我的身体没事了，帕姆你呢？”
“我也是没事。”
“恶心死了，干嘛是尸虫啊……”
“对啊，要是是蚯蚓不就更好吗？……”
“就是嘛…… 什么？！怎么是蚯蚓就更好？同样也是很恶心啊！”
“不，蚯蚓比尸虫好。”
“好在哪里？！”
“因为蚯蚓是红色，尸虫是白色……”
“……？比喻运用得太深奥，我不明白。”
“你在说什么…… 喂！阿Joe叔叔，你在干什么？！”
只见阿Joe全身光溜溜地站着，只剩下内裤……
“啊？” 他用无辜的眼神回望艾薇儿。她立刻把身体回转，然后说：
“你…… 你干嘛把衣服脱光光……”
“衣服有尸虫爬过，很恶心，我穿不下去。”
“也不能在女生面前脱光光啊……”
“有问题吗……？”
“啊——！你还好意思问我？！”
“我又不是裸着身……”
“阿Joe你不把内裤脱掉吗？或许里面有尸虫……”
“帕姆——！”
“哈哈，帕姆你放心，我的草堆太茂盛了，尸虫是爬不进的，
而且刚才已经确定过了，内裤里面没有尸虫，肥肥虫就有一只，
哈哈，哈哈哈~ ~ ”
“死变态老——！”
“阿Joe你好酷……我爱你……”
“Yeah babe~ Oh 1, 2, 1 2 3 4! 脱掉脱掉~” 然后摆出个胜利的形式。
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1) the Story 故事
Sweet Sweet Little Bag
Once I bought a little bag with a cat print on,
the bag was torn yet I treasured it much;
then later she brought me a bigger bag with a cat print on,
I ask her why? She said it fit better on me;
I put the new bag on yet feel no joy,
it maybe new but I'll never taste her kiss again.
Sweet sweet little bag torn but sweet,
my my little bag gone and dead.
Once we listen to the same love song,
we sing and we jingle it all day long;
then later I dunno what goes wrong,
I ask her why? She said it will be better for us to stop;
I hymn the new love song yet feel no joy,
it maybe sad but thank GOD I'll never see her face again!
Sweet sweet little love torn but sweet,
my my little love gone and dead.
She is cruel but sweet like my little bag,
don't gimme hope if you hate my bag;
She is cruel in love but I never lie,
don't gimme hope if you wish to lie.
And so a year apart and our love gone dark,
and then one day I saw her step in with a fancy mug,
then she start to jingle her song with a bigger bag on her back,
hoping that I'll jingle along, along with that...
I smile and smile but I just can't sing,
it is not my song and I am not her DOG!
And then I start to jingle my song with the little bag on my back,
hoping that she will jingle along, along with that...
Sweet sweet little bag torn but sweet,
my my little bag gone and dead.
Sweet sweet little love torn but sweet,
my my little love gone and dead.
the bag was torn yet I treasured it much;
then later she brought me a bigger bag with a cat print on,
I ask her why? She said it fit better on me;
I put the new bag on yet feel no joy,
it maybe new but I'll never taste her kiss again.
Sweet sweet little bag torn but sweet,
my my little bag gone and dead.
Once we listen to the same love song,
we sing and we jingle it all day long;
then later I dunno what goes wrong,
I ask her why? She said it will be better for us to stop;
I hymn the new love song yet feel no joy,
it maybe sad but thank GOD I'll never see her face again!
Sweet sweet little love torn but sweet,
my my little love gone and dead.
She is cruel but sweet like my little bag,
don't gimme hope if you hate my bag;
She is cruel in love but I never lie,
don't gimme hope if you wish to lie.
And so a year apart and our love gone dark,
and then one day I saw her step in with a fancy mug,
then she start to jingle her song with a bigger bag on her back,
hoping that I'll jingle along, along with that...
I smile and smile but I just can't sing,
it is not my song and I am not her DOG!
And then I start to jingle my song with the little bag on my back,
hoping that she will jingle along, along with that...
Sweet sweet little bag torn but sweet,
my my little bag gone and dead.
Sweet sweet little love torn but sweet,
my my little love gone and dead.
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