Praise the Lord!
Amen...
Dear brothers and sisters,
we have gathered here on this beautiful day
to make the holy and, inseparable union of marriage
between the beloved children of God...
- I'm afraid we've been too hasty. - You're Kornel's best mate!
And you say it was too fucking hasty?!
Don't think you can make me feel guilty with this silence!
It always ends like this when someone shows you some heart!
You'll never learn!
When there's a problem, one has talk about it, one has to...
What about Kornel?
No idea, too crowded, everybody were jumping over each other.
I wouldn't have you in my brigade if a war broke out.
- I've got an E. - You've got what?
E. "Permanently unfitted for military", so even if it broke out...
Why are you lying down like this? Want to catch a cold?
Get up!
You want me to beg, right?
Lie down, do what you want. I couldn't care less.
Just don't think I'll beg.
I don't give a shit about you.
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- Why so early? You said 3 p.m. - Get lost!
We usually have this stuff at the end of a party.
How many times do I have to tell you? Are you retarded?!
What a beautiful place.
You want to swap?
- Let me introduce myself, Stavros. - Fistach.
Thanks for you help, Fistach.
I wouldn't make it alone. Who would say such a mutt would hold out so long?
Half day of polishing and they're tarnished again.
Sir, this is a big misunderstanding...
Shut up!
You're lucky they didn't break. Do you know how much they've cost?
Very stylish shoes.
Greek, but they look Italian, don't they?
- I'm telling you it's a mistake... - Shut up!
- Where's Jedrus? - You should knock.
I could, but someone better looking.
- Pig! - Beatka we have a problem.
They're here and they are not in a swinging mood.
Could you kindly tell me where is the cook?
Where could he be? In the kitchen, right?
It's so beautiful here.
Yeah, beautiful!
What is it?!
- He sworn to me he quit. - You believe cooks? A waiter?
You have to hide him. If they find him they'll throw us all in the pots.
He's not picking up!
- Mr. Kornel seems to have fallen down. - Maybe someone hit him? I think.
Yes, with a giant candle, you know, how do they call them?
- Paschal candle. - You were to shut the fuck up!
Then I lost sight of him, because everyone was jumping over each other,
- then a baldish guy took him out... - Janis, my blood.
We're done with it. Now get to the pots.
What?
Someone has to make the food for them, right?
Are you crazy? I'm a waitress, not a cook. I have no idea how to cook!
Old Maciochowa?
She's a lady cleaning.
But she's old! Women were much better educated in her times.
I'm sure she cooks!
- What are you doing? - He's bleeding.
Bleeding, bleeding, This isn't any war!
Exactly...
Exactly! This is a rat, not a prisoner of war!
He doesn't deserve anything. Maybe some poison.
Speaking of poison, how about we slugged a shottie?
Sir, don't waste your life on shotties.
If one slugs, it should be a whole glass.
Young man, your philosophy is so close to mine!
The "permanently unfit" will have a shot as well?
- I prefer wine. - Wine, wine.
It isn't a party for faggots! Waiter!
Where is that fucker?
Waiter!
Chateaubriand. No?
Then maybe stroganoff?
At least chicken one?
Just do what you can, Mrs. Stenia.
I know potato liver sausage.
Waiter!
Proceed with questions.
Waiter!
And chitterlings?
Yes!
Start working, or we won't like each other.
- How can I serve you? - Loyally.
We'd like a drink for a start.
Excuse me, which way to the gentleman's room?
Through the courtyard, door to the left, then downstairs,
then right,
then right, then right...
He got stuck...
No, it's three times right.
Then upstairs, second door to the left,
No, the third door, the second is the ladies room...
What is that? A way to a loo or the wolves' den?
No, it's just that today the restaurant's toilet...
- just today it overflowed... - I'm afraid to get lost.
Take a taxi!
- I'll show you. - You get to vodka!
You've got a cellphone, call if you need help.
Glasses, like a man!
Waiting is a despicable job, right? Got to be a fag to enjoy it.
Attentiooooon!
Have you known Kornel for a long time?
I don't know him at all. I'm from Alicja.
Bitch! But you're OK, Fistach.
Why only two?
- Because there are two of you. - Are you blind?
What about the rat? Is he a dog?!
I might be strict, but I'm not a monster.
- I don't want any vodka. - Who asked you what you want?!
There comes a moment in every man's life,
- that his son gets married... - What if he has a daughter?
Sorry.
In such moments he drinks a toast to the beauty of his daughter-in-law.
But life does not always have these soap opera moments.
So the only thing we can say today is:
Gentlemen, may all the treacherous bitches rot in hell!
Finally, she came along.
- You've got hematuria? - Worse...
- There was paint in the tap! - Jesus, you've mixed up the rooms.
I followed your instruction.
You got to the storage room. Our boss's brother is
a performance artist. He keeps his installations there.
You must have turned on the "Lady Macbeth's Tap"!
The work...
"Lady Macbeth's Tap"
Deconstructs romantic patterns,
letting us in the dead lake of banal
and into stinking, but refreshing
mumble of anxieties.
No, I walked according to the plan, third door on the left...
Right! I said right!
Did I say left?
Moron! I said he was a moron...
- Please, do not call me like that! - How should I call you? Your Holiness?
Don't call me anything. I'm having a bad day today.
Bad day! Your mother had a bad day when she met your father,
who climbed down from a tree especially for that occasion.
I don't know. I never got to know my father.
Then buy a ticket to the zoo, you'll recognize each other.
One more word and I'll fix your face. No kidding.
There! Finally some human reflexes!
- He really isn't joking. - Shut up, rat!
You shut up.
You, listen, you...
I told you he wasn't joking.
Quarrel is the most common cause of murders all over the world.
I would not underestimate that. Sebastian Tretyn...
Tytus...
Most often murder isn't a one-sided attack on a completely unaware victim,
it's more of a dynamic interaction between a victim, an attacker
and a witnesses of the event, that is us.
I don't want to kill him.
Right, you don't. But you will.
What? What for?!
What do you mean: what for? To save your reputation,
your face, which has been tarnished by the victim's crude remarks about your
honorable parents, in the painful presence, of the witnesses.
Well thought, mate,
Fistach.
Sebastian Tretyn, pleasure.
Miskiewicz, Master degree, you can call me Bug.
Tretyn. A pleasure.
What the fuck?!
If there is anybody in this restaurant who has a right to murder because
of lost face, then it's only my son! And I represent him while he is absent!
There is no worse crime!
Just for stealing a horse, one was to pay with his head, not to mention...
Which one of you is Mr. Stavros?
Kornel,
my little son. How is he?
Happy now?!
What is going to happen, Janis?
Nothing, I guess. He just fainted.
They wanted to take him for observation but he insisted on staying here.
Fortunately, they brought a man pulled from under a tram.
Everybody were screaming "Where's the leg?" So we could...
Can I have a drink?
You, listen...
Pardon sir, my son is thirsty.
What would you like to drink?
I am drinking.
Thanks.
- Where's the bathroom! - Pardon me?
Where is the bathroom?!
Through the door, to the left, then downstairs, then right,
then right, then right, then upstairs...
No good. A blow to the head,
especially in the occipital part can cause dangerous hematomas.
Daddy, what is he doing here?
Although, as you gentlemen probably know, the paschal candle is formed
out of soft material, wax, but it still has its weight.
And I don't mean the weight of its meaning, as you surely understand.
Kornel!
Kornel! Kornel!
Attentiooooon!
Excuse me.
She's mine! You get it?! Mine!
Of course she's yours! I don't challenge that!
- I'll castrate you, you bum! - You're getting carried away
- quite unnecessarily! - I'll cut off your balls!
Yes, you've mentioned that already!
Your prick! I'll tear off your prick, you prick!
You're repeating yourself, son!
Daddy...
Yes, son?
I feel weak.
Kornel,
my dear, be a man.
Pepper mint, freshly brewed,
- I'm sure it will work. - You made it nicely cool?
Thank you, Mr. Tytus.
- Frail constitution. - Sensitive, after me.
Honey?
Honey,
do it again for your nutty little frog.
Kornel! It's Dad. Dad is talking to you.
Honey?
Kornel!
Father!
Ladies and Gentlemen!
The higher the testosterone level in the cock's blood, the bigger...
silence, please, his comb and wattle.
However the testosterone level also
affects his susceptibility to parasites.
What's more: the negative influence
of steroid hormones on the immunological system causes men...
Mr. Kornel?
...to be much more susceptible to infections and illnesses than women.
And, Ladies and Gentlemen,
castrates for example, live much longer than men.
Because castrates are the best example here...
Why this castration thing again? Is it some kind of a hobby?
- It's so screwed up! - Kornel is a lecturer at our
university's biology department, but he specializes in willies.
Like all of us, from time to time...
Kornel is an outstanding ornithologist!
- My blood... - I have the pleasure of working
- with him, sir. - On willies as well?
- No, I'm in parasites. - Screwed up, huh?
Mr. Kornel?
Mr. Kornel, do you recognize me?
I do.
It's OK now.
OK?
The fuck OK! Alicja, what are you doing here with him again?
No, no, Kornel, wait! I am not your Alicja.
I am Bug. B-U-G...!
- Bug... - He recognized me...
You're screwing my wife too.
- Bug, you Brute! - You're kidding Kornel.
You're all screwing her, right? All of you!
You drooling, lusting dolphins!
Stop it son! You're among friends!
Friends? Germans are banging my wife!
Why is he talking about dolphins?
Male dolphins work in groups. They surround the female,
force her to separate from the herd, then copulate with her one after another.
Just like the bosses in my agency.
- Advertising agency. - My Wife!
Wife!
This isn't your wife. Stop behaving like an idiot. Get up!
Which wife is not?
In the legislative and sacramental sense no obligation has been made,
because Alicja didn't say "I do".
It means the act of matrimony did not take place at all.
And there was red paint in the tap!
Maybe yours didn't take place, you Greek impotent!
- Brother, really... - I'm not your brother!
How is he not your brother? He's your brother like I am your father!
- You're not my father! - How am I not your father?
You're not my father! You're fired!
Jesus, this is so screwed up!
Sure it's screwed up! Better help, then talk bullshit!
- Are you sure?
You impressed me with those dolphins. Clever little fish!
No, no, Mr. Tytus, they're mammals.
Yeah, right, mammals, mammals...
More!
There's no more sugar.
Maybe a cookie?
- Let's put him on the drip again! - Are you crazy Dad?
I think I'm better.
Gentlemen, I suggest we sit down.
Excuse me, could you fill up the glasses?
Sorry for that, was it too hard?
No, not at all...
- Fistach! - Was OK, very professional.
Gentlemen,
and you too,
I clearly owe you an apology.
From what you are telling me, I got slightly carried away.
Son, don't worry! It's a man's thing to burst out occasionally.
Dad, a human being is no beast. He should be able to control himself.
The only excuse I have, is my state of great agitation.
My wedding today, especially it's finale,
quite unusual finale,
caused me extreme stress.
This was the reason for the sudden loss of sugar in my blood,
that caused hallucinations during which, I'm afraid, I offended some of you.
No, no, it's OK.
No, no, gentlemen, my fault is unquestionable here.
This is my wedding, you are my guests,
so I suggest we raise a toast.
There you go,
to my guests' health!
Cheers!
Mr. Kornel, gentlemen,
I feel the moment has come for me to speak.
Because what I went through today...
I understand everything, emotions too,
but I still want to express my amazement that it's me whom you, gentlemen, blame
even though I am clearly a victim here.
The victim of an inexplicable misunderstanding.
Didn't Alicja told the priest she couldn't marry Kornel, because she loved you?
- Bitch! - Dad, you're talking about my wife!
She is not your wife. Neither legislatively nor sacramentally.
- OK, OK!
But she didn't say it was me, she loved!
Sure she did!
The priest asked "Do you want to marry Kornel?", and that bitch,
- Dad, I asked you! - OK, Alicja! She said "no",
- that only you. - Pointed her finger at you.
- Walked up to you. - And started kissing you!
Right, I'm sorry, really sorry.
Stress flashback apparently. Is there any sugar left?
Gentlemen don't talk about facts.
Although she did start to kiss me passionately, pushing her tongue
- down to my tonsils. - Objection!
You could spare us the details! My brother...
- It's OK, I'm eating sugar. - My tonsils have been cut out.
I was no less surprised than you were, gentlemen, but I insist that
Miss Alicja did not speak about myself, and I have a proof!
You recorded the wedding?
Yes!
I'm a journalist.
Well, actually I'm not, but I was at Mr. Kornel's and Miss Alicja's wedding
in business, sent by the editorial team...
...of Biba.
Kornel: I love her gigantic IQ.
Alicja: Our home will be the Palace of Culture & Science.
A new great love of a well known singer! He is Mr. Scientist...
That bitch! Forgive me, son.
So, let's listen to these Tapes of Truth of yours.
Nah, it's all gabble.
Your basses were distorted.
I don't know how to use it, it's my wife's.
You've got a wife?
Yes, five years now.
What? I don't believe you.
And a daughter!
Here, my Zuzia.
Zuzanna Czeslawa. Czeslawa after my wife's mother.
Ah, what a nipper, and these cheeks she has.
- How old? - Two and a half.
That was good, only be careful, there's water behind you.
I have a son, Piotrus, three months and seven days.
My blood...!
Big girl. Still breastfeeding, or bottle?
It varies, you know, a bit of this and a bit of that.
Gentlemen, this is all screwed up.
Is this the Wigry Lake?
Mamry, Mamry Lake.
Speaking of bottles, how if I pour something?
Ah, words of wisdom, Mr. Tytus! Words of wisdom!
There you go!
Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you,
My hands are growing numb!
Gratie, gratie, guests will come hungry!
No one will come, they're already here!
Big lads, they'll eat well. Gratie, gratie!
Long live the groom! The groom!
Thank you, gentlemen!
Gentlemen, let's eat, let's enjoy ourselves,
there you go.
I'm just wondering, Mr. Sebastian, because you're telling you have a wife,
a child, you look like a happy man,
- and you kiss my brother's wife. - She's not my wife!
And let's stick to the facts: she kissed me, not the other way!
Bitch!
Gentlemen, let's finally make clear what actually happened. Let one person take
the recorder, hear it through and tell us what happened. Otherwise it's all screwed up!
OK.
Oh, no, I have to protest, you are a bias side in this argument!
Let it be someone who...
Me? No, no, absolutely not...
Very unclear.
Concentrate!
The priest says:
"Kornel, do you want Alicja to be..."
Move on! Move on!
- Mr. Kornel says "yes"... - I know what I said, move on!
- The priest says: "Alicja..." - Move on!
Oh, there it is,
Miss Alicja says:
It would be dishonest to God
to marry a man one does not love.
Wait, there is more:
The most important thing...
is to be loyal to love.
What a bitch!
Don't interrupt! What is most important?
The most important thing is to be loyal to love.
My tart...
What tart?
I have to listen again, very scrambled, you know...
Got it!
It's not my tart but...
My heart belongs to someone else.
You think it's funny? You think it's funny, Mister?
No, not at all, I'm just happy I could hear it.
- OK, OK. - It's buzzing terribly,
- you know, all this bass. - Fucking slut.
You heard it, gentlemen, she said "someone else"!
She didn't say "my heart belongs to Sebastian Tretyn"!
That's no proof!
- What do you mean: no proof? - No proof.
Father is right this time. Not mentioning your name,
doesn't mean it wasn't about you. Every lawyer will tell you that.
- What lawyer?
Janis for instance. Janis is a lawyer.
Dad, I've asked you: Janusz. My name is Janusz!
But I've named you Janis.
But when you had to register me, my mother couldn't find you for a week.
I was celebrating your birth.
She had to go alone, pissed as hell. That's why I'm Janusz!
You'll always be Janis to me! Like your grandfather and my father!
Whatever.
- Your line of defense has been refuted. - It hasn't, gentlemen.
What will we do with it now?
- We'll stuff the intestines. - What intestines?
- Pork intestines. - We don't have intestines.
I mean pork intestines.
Don't you worry, pumpkin, Stenia will always come up with something.
It might cheer you up to know, you're not the only one she made an ass off.
Mr. Tretyn is another one, and myself too.
- You? - Yes.
- You are also involved with this... - Of course.
For several years.
- Let me pour something. - Not now!
It looks like out of the seven of us, I was the only one not banging her!
Do you expect flowers for that?!
Don't you know other relationships between a man and woman but sexual ones?
- Are there any other?! - There are: mother and son,
grandmother and grandson,
me and my ex-girlfriend,
although that's not a good example, because I did want her.
Great examples: mother and son.
What about Oedipus?
That's Greece, they're all completely fucked up there.
You fuck off from Greece!
I'm Greek and I won't let you insult me!
What can some lousy waiter know about our sophisticated culture?!
Where is the damn vodka?!
- Did you tell not to pour?! - But now I'm telling to pour!
We're listening, Mr. Fistach.
My son will gladly learn about the nature of your relation with his wife.
But she's not his wife! At least that's what I understood.
Gentlemen, as you might know, I am a guitar player.
I started with hard core thrash in Defloration, than reggae with the Weed,
jazz with Karolak, than St. Francis's Dogs and two records with them.
- Your first CD was awesome! - Thank you.
And the third track...
Though I'm like a magnet, nothing makes me glad!
Chicks are going crazy, I'm still kind of sad!
Grave, grave, grave, grave, grave...
- Grave! Fucking great piece! - Thank you.
Hey, what is this? "Pop Idol Show"?
- You were to talk about Alicja! - That's where I'm heading, gentlemen.
Then I started playing with Alicja. Alicja And The Sperm we were called.
- We were the sperm. - Alicja And The Sperm.
- Where did you get her from? - Television.
There's no denying, after the break you'll be watching a controversial show,
Kuba Wojewodzki's show, which is my show.
A fresh, young and supple talent has spurt out on the Polish scene recently:
Alicja and her Sperm.
What kind of love do you believe in Alicja?
I believe in love from the first fuck.
Break!
And gentlemen, thank you, Mr. Tytus, we recorded an album, the record
company peed in their pants, for the stuff was so shit-hot,
but it didn't matter, since the target group wouldn't buy it.
Why, if you said the material was shit-hot?
- 'Cause there was no event. - What?
- No media feeding frenzy. - You know, like a scandal.
Exactly. It's not enough to record a couple of good tracks any more.
You need an engine which will pull it all.
Something to gain attention.
An event!
You're joking, right?
I'm afraid not.
Gentlemen, I didn't meddle in those affairs because I am an artist.
All I'm interested in is music. I don't give a fuck if it sells or not.
But Alicja was as lusty for fame as an Arab during flying lessons.
Fistach, you'll see, I'll think of something.
I surely will.
And she did. It was Mr. Kornel.
What did such a bitch need a common ornithologist for?!
Eh, not that common.
Few months ago Mr. Kornel was the most popular ornithologist in the country!
By mistake...
As far as I know, you met Alicja in Wojewodzki's show.
You don't get invited there by mistake.
We just talked with Alicja about love at first fuck and that brings birds to mind.
Speaking of birds we think the first ornithologist of the Fourth Republic.
Ladies and gentlemen: Kornel Olecki! What a rocking guy, wow!
Good evening.
Kornel, I'd like you to meet Alicja.
- Kornel Olecki. - Alicja.
Gimme five, yo.
Hi, good evening.
Kornel, tell me, do you have a favorite bird?
Yes, this one and only...
And that's why I like you! The first Pope of Polish ornithology! Olecki!
Thanks for coming to my controversial show! Watch me next week!
I'll never believe that. She is not like that.
Why she is not here than?
Excuse me.
No, no gentlemen, I just need a...
Oh, that's through the courtyard, door to the left, then downstairs...
I know!
Right, right.
Gentlemen, pardon me, if you allow me, I think you should explain everything
step after step, otherwise we will be stocked in those circles.
What a genius advice.
And what exactly do you suggest?
Maybe Mr. Kornel should start with
telling us how he met Miss Alicja?
Nah, forget it!
It's not a bad idea, son!
Step by step we'll tear that bitch to pieces.
I got a scholarship.
But come here, here! Could you? A chair.
I got a scholarship in Australia:
"breeding habits of ostriches".
- Polack! - Yes, Polska!
I have no idea who the attackers were.
Probably Germans.
I woke up on a beach. No suitcase, no passport, no money.
I didn't feel like watching those fucking ostriches anymore.
So I went to the embassy. There was
an awful crowd, bodyguards, the Polish Prime Minister
- had just come to visit. - What Prime Minister?
- What Prime Minister could it be? - Oh, that one, right.
So I thought: "this is my only chance, at worst they'll shoot me".
So I went straight up to him, said what happened, who did what,
he said no, he was busy with some high-ranking meetings, but in
the evening he sent a bodyguard who said I could go back with them
on a government plane.
Be a bit more concise, son, or we'll...
I am concise Dad, but it is all important!
On the plane the Prime Minister joins me and asks what is going on.
So I tell him about my plan to get PhD,
about the scholarship, the ostriches.
I only skipped the fact that I had just landed.
And he tells me he's tired,
that the talks in Australia came to fucking nothing and that he has no idea
what to tell those journalist hyenas at the airport.
You know, the usual small talk on the road.
Kornel, I beg you, get to the point.
We get off at the airport, the journalists jump and start:
"Mr. Prime Minister, how was the visit? Was it a breakthrough?" And he says
he's proud of the accomplishments of Polish science, which is doing swell
in the foreign lands, and he pulls me in front of those microphones.
- Fucker wise ass! - I couldn't drive them away,
one interview after another, finally that talk show.
And you say he's a common ornithologist!
That's precisely what Alicja needed, gentlemen:
a popular intellectual and a pop starlet. The event has started!
I warned you not to go for those pictures, remember?
Alicja wanted them so much.
That's an event, Mr. Kornel. E-V-E-N-T.
Bullshit not event!
What about love? The notion you apparently have no knowledge about.
What love? What did she say in the church?
The most important thing is to be loyal to love.
Exactly. And then...
My heart belongs to someone else.
I'm sorry, Kornel.
OK, she doesn't love me,
but she loves someone else and that's love too!
I'm afraid it's much worse.
Alicja And The Sperm. My heart belongs to someone else
Everything Alicja said in the church were lyrics from our newest album.
I'm sorry.
Could that bitch?!
I'm afraid she could.
Tomorrow's newspapers will write about today's scandal quoting Alicja's words,
the album hits the stores in three days.
That's how you create success these days, gentlemen.
Are you angry?
No, it's OK.
Yummy! This liver sausage is excellent!
I'll tell the chef, he will be pleased.
- I had to take it out on someone. - But it's OK, don't worry.
Mine!
Hi, honey. I just wanted to call you.
No, no it's OK. We're having fun.
How's the baby? A poo! Great!
Why you saying it's quiet? It's not!
More vodka Mr. Tytus!
The band is eating. Eating, I'm saying...!
I'm drinking!
Mister Fistach, I'm begging you.
What pictures? The wedding ones? Yes, of course, perfect,
came out great, especially Kornel.
Gentlemen, let's go!
Oh, they're starting to play.
Honey, I have to go, the dance is starting, bye.
Done!
Why done?
- Done with talking. - But we were doing so well, son.
We didn't come here to dance.
Why not? It's a wedding.
That's right! Come on!
Fuck, stop!
A friend of mine from Fabryczna street, you know Fabryczna street?
Right.
So her husband died and...
she took a lover.
And every time that lover was with her,
her husband was banging the drawers in the wardrobe.
Miss Stenia, they're telling me the liver sausage is delicious!
All neighborhood knew when he was
with her, for all that drawer banging.
He kept an eye on what was his even after his death.
My son is little too afraid of his wife, gentlemen.
I'm not afraid...
The poor thing is alone with the baby in a house,
if I told her something happened, she'd worry.
Worry? She'd be mad.
Not mad, Kornel, not mad. She's just sensitive.
Sensitive?! Man, she's a madwoman!
Last week she jumped out of the car, leaving him with the kid in the middle
of a crossing! Just because he didn't tell her she had a hole in her stockings.
They got almost battered down by a truck!
I got my driving license two days ago, I will drive myself.
And when she didn't let us in on your birthday?
'Cause she learned Konecka's husband earned more than you! A madwoman!
- How if you pick on your own wife? - I don't have a wife.
You said it yourself.
They're all whores!
Watch your tongue, waiter!
My wife is no...
Maybe your wife isn't, don't know her, haven't met her.
I know the rest and they're all sluts!
My wife isn't either.
Apart from Mr. Janis's and Tretyn's wives...!
- And my mother. - OK! Apart from our mothers and wives
all women are whores!
My aunt isn't too.
She's a nun.
You don't think gentlemen she could...
Besides, she's really ugly.
Let me fill up the glasses to blow off the steam...
To our health, gentlemen!
Orgasm after fifty.
What a crap.
Only orgasms count today.
A man is not for orgasms
but for paying the expenses.
Unfortunately gentlemen, what Mr. Tytus, with brutal sharpness, typical of his
intellectual condition called "whore",
does indeed depicts reality.
And although it is not easy for me
since, as I have already mentioned, I love me wife,
I trust her,
I still must be fair to the facts.
And the facts, as we so often see in various publications,
show that the system of values shared by women is different from ours,
and allows behavior which could easily fall within the definition of the term...
"whore"...
Well said.
- Could you say it more clearly? - Say what if it's so clear?
Male manner of perceiving women might be unsophisticated,
but at least is honest.
Every male perceives the female as a sexual object.
Meaning he'd like to screw her, right?
If you prefer that expression.
Sure I prefer, gentlemen, when it takes me over sometimes,
it's like I'm connected to an electrode.
I once had an action with a waitress in Wroclaw. I'm from around Wroclaw, you know.
The bitch wasn't pretty but she had these aerials,
aerials like this!
Excuse me, but I think Mr. Tretyn was just explaining something?
Every male, like I said, perceives female as a sexual object and that
makes the whole thing easier. It means that if we have a sexual relation,
or as Mr. Tytus would say, we screw our chosen one...
- Giving her the boner! - Exactly.
It means that our only reason is the will to satisfy our sex drive.
Ergo,
we are honest with her femininity and with her humanity that fulfills itself
through her physical features.
In the meantime the reasons for women having sexual relations are