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McDonalds, light of my life, fire of my wallet. My sin, my soul. Mc-don-alds: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the segway to munch, at $ three ninety-nine, on the meat. Mc. Don. Alds. She was Mick, plain Mick, in the midwest, where they all stand four feet ten in a line with overalls. She was Mickey-Ds in the midatlantic. She was McD's up north. She was Donald's on the dotted eastern coast. But in my mouth she was always a double cheese McDonalds.

>> No.6440479

>>6440470
5/10 I grinned but didn't laugh

>> No.6440483

Fedora, light of my life, fire of my loins. My intellect, my euphoria. Fe-dor-a: the tip of the fedora taking a trip of one step down the hair to tap, at once, on the head. Feh. Door. Uh.

>> No.6440503

Lasagna, meat of my life, cheese of my loins. My sauce, my soul. La-sag-na: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. La. Sag. Na. It was La, plain La, in the restaurant, sitting before a silent Italian family at the next table, orders all on one check.

>> No.6440580

Turn off your computer, stand in a corner and reflect for 5 minutes as to why you decided to create this thread.

>> No.6440632

>>6440580
Because I like making fun of Nabokov.

>> No.6440670

Niko please

>> No.6440674
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6440674

I like the Lana Del Rey song better

>> No.6440808

>>6440580
This is easily more amusing + useful than half of the threads posted to /lit/ on a daily basis.

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CIA, light in the darkness, fire on the rise. My sin, my soul. C-I-A: the point of the plane plunging precisely as planned to pin a panicked Pavel. C. I. A. He was Bill, plain Bill, in the morning, standing four feet ten arms akimbo. He was Wilson in khakis. He was Little Billy at school. He was William on the dotted line. But for you he was always CIA.

>> No.6440818

>>6440811
holy shit 11/10 better than the original in many ways. I love you anon for the joy you have brought me.

>> No.6440846

>>6440811
B R A V O
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6440881

>>6440811
>akimbo

i learned a new word today

>> No.6440887

>>6440483
Legitimate laugh

>> No.6440925

Funniest shit of the week congrats OP

>> No.6440932

>>6440881
that one's in the actual passage I think
>>6440808
I agree with this dude a lot. good thread OP, I want more stuff like this on /lit/

>> No.6440943

Happy birthday Vladimir Nabokov!

>> No.6440950

>>6440932
No I added that word, but looking back at the scene he's not standing arms akimbo, his elbows are at his sides

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>>6440811
>the point of the plane plunging precisely as planned to pin a panicked Pavel.

>> No.6442096

>>6440580
Fuck off. This is way better than most of the shit here.