slut and burger were finding themselfs in the intimate state of los cabeles, lofoten icelands in the late darkness of 2006. slut was walking slowly into the northern retardation. noone seemed to dance along. noone had the right shoes nor the grin. burger had already been retarded for a year starting to get well along with the desperate state of the incestious iceland. all was fishes and pink tights for him. then one day close to christmas the leisure center of the nkfs took a holidaytrip over the sea to london. slut and burger got stuffed into a dirty gay-suite together with a lousy wonderkid by the name of pobel. few beers passed before the three of them were dancing the negro-dance together on the roof with a bottle of strongbow and bodysuits on. slutburger was born. this was the beginning.
fifteen months after that ugly roof of beauty we hold hands looking back at the run. there have been cheese and crackers, rubber and bacardi. snoop and pleasure, gravy and pervertion.we have seen it all. we know. now we will show. worldtour upcoming. lease your bice. we're saving up
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