Nope, I didn't rip it off a poetic porn movie but from the lyrics of a rock song from three years ago sung and written by one of the most popular rock singers in Turkey named Şebnem Ferah.
Part of her lyrics is like that:
Merak etmeden duramıyorum, geceleri nasıl uyuyorsun?
Beni boşver kendine cevap ver lütfen bu kez dürüst olur musun?
İçine girdiğin küçük kaygan deliği yeni ve büyük bir dünya mı sandın?
İstersen bir aynayla yardım edeyim ama umursamazsın.
Meaning;
I can't help wondering; how do you ever manage to sleep?
Don't mind me, but answer yourself, and for once be honest.
Did you think that that little slippery hole you enter is a new big world?
I would want to help you with a mirror but you couldn't care less.
As soon as the song was released, it became a vivid discussion point especially on the boulevard press. Thanks to them, it didn't take us - the public- long to find out the motivation behind these lyrics. We found out, that the song was dedicated to the singer's ex producer who apparently had dumped her for another singer he had under contract named Ebru Gündeş.
Now, like many of my compatriots, whenever I hear this song, I think about Ebru Gündes's vagina. And Ebru Gündeş's vagina is perhaps the most successfully branded human organ. So successful you could easily create an artificial vagina brand named "LITTLE SLIPPERY HOLE THAT YOU ENTER PUSSIES".
Well on second thought, maybe the brand is a close second to Rasputin's dick.
( I think, this entry can well mark the start of a new category; newpeaksofoddity. I'm intending to share some of the odd thoughts that come to my mind here. It's very likely that it becomes my favorite category.)
1 comment:
This really is a new peak of oddity in your choice of topics... And of course the singer is right. Having a new girl by his side wouldn't open a whole new world to him. But she probably had the appeal of a shiny new toy: Interesting, untouched and therefore desirable. (And tighter of course! :) Just good enough until he'd get bored of her as well.
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