I’m ready, Johnny. Read your poem. – Yes, people, yes, it’s true – I love that pretty, pretty Drew. Yes, I love Drew; I love cinema, Shakespeare, pizza, and my ma. But Drew does not love me; she loves Pete. When I see her, I spit! Spit, spit, spit, spit! – Poor boy! Your mа loves you, Johnny! Give her a kiss! http://vk.com/club70961925