Sen kom några JÄVLA PUCKON och kastade Anton i fontänen. Som tur var landade han med fötterna först. Jävla horbarn som går något sånt.

Tut-tut. Stackaren. Men, eftersom jag är hjärtlös och kom och tänka på denhär passagen när jag såg bilden, ska jag citera Brideshead Revisited:
" 'Then they began saying, "Get hold of him. Put him in Mercury." Now as you know I have two sculptures by Brancusi and several pretty things and I did not want them to start getting rough, so I said, pacifically, "Dear sweet clodhoppers, if you knew anything of sexual psychology, you would know that nothing could give me keener pleasure than to be manhandled by you meaty boys. It would be an ecstasy of the very naughtiest kind. So if any of you wishes to be my partner i n joy come and seize me. If, on the other hand, you simply wish to satisfy some obscure and less easily classified libido and see me bathe, come with me quietly, dear louts, to the fountain."
'Do you know, they all looked a little foolish at that? I walked down with them and no one came within a yard of me. Then I got into the fountain and, you know, it was really most refreshing, so I sported there a little and struck some attitudes, until they turned about and walked sulkily home, and I heard Boy Mulcaster saying, "Anyway, we -did- put him in Mercury." " (50, Waugh.)

Förlåt att jag är så hemsk.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA ofta? hahahahahahahahaha hmm men hur lyckades dom få i han? ni skulle börja slita i han och skrika att han är eran