Zeko Peko - Dnevno svjeze smijesne fotke i filmeki

> It was the night before Bozic and all through the kuca, The air
> smelled of spicy sarma and rakija vruca.
> By the dimnjak the slapice were hung kinda krivo, In hopes that Sveti
> Nikola would soon bring me some pivo.
> Tata was in his soba and he was snoring pretty hard, I guess he was
> tired from stealing the tree from my neighbor's backyard.
> Mama was in the basement cooking like a fool, Adding just the right
> amount of Vegeta to the juha and fazol.
> When out on the lawn there arose such galama, Tata yelled from his
> room "Pa, koji je kurac vama!"
> There was a knocking on the front door with such a loud barrage, I
> yelled through the window "This is a Croatian house...come in through
> the garage!"
> And standing in the garage right next to my car, Was my drunk Tetak
> Joza coming home from the bar.
> "Ajde, odi spavat," I told him with might, Ain't nobody gonna ruin my
> chances of seeing Sveti Nikola tonight.
> About two hours later I heard a noise downstairs, So I jumped from my
> krevet to see who was there.
> Standing by the tree and eating some leftover pizza, Was good ol'
> Sveti Nikola reeking of homemade sljivovica!
> He was all dressed in red and big as an ox, And wore some brown
> sandale along with black socks.
> Smelling like a gypsy that's been drinking for days, He wasn't what I
> expected...I was actually amazed.
> "U pizdu materinu, kako mrzim ovaj posao," he said, And then I think
> he muttered something about his wife and how he wished she was dead.
> He put the presents under the tree while whistling a Christmas beat,
> They were all wrapped up kinda shitty with the paper bags from Ottawa
> Street.
> 12 carape for me and 12 for my brother,
> 3 pairs of gace for my dad and a can of turska kava for my mother.
> This Croatian Santa was crooked...he was nothing like the fable, I
> should of known it when he swiped my pack of smokes from the table.
> I yelled "Hey!" as Sveti Nikola turned around like a car, Throwing his

> slapa at me as if it were a ninja star.
> The look in his eyes was nothing but fright, He said "Jebo ti pas
> mater" and dashed out of sight.
> Up through the dimnjak I heard a loud shriek, Sveti Nikola had just
> farted like some wild bik.
> He got in his kaput, made for hladne zime, And he yelled at his
> jelene, ime po ime. "Naprijed Marko i Darko, Petar i Ante, Ajde Josip
> i Nenad, Ivo i Mate..."
>  And then he yelled, "Ajdemo brzo, moramo poc,"
>  SRETAN BOZIC SVIMA i SVIMA LAKU NOC!!!