the beautiful classical music swarmed around debussy, enticing him and leaving him wanting more.
"where can i find this beautiful piece of music?" he muttered, stroking his long and lucious beard which he conditioned and brushed daily. it was already covered in crumbs from his morning with his bussy flavored pastries.
"IN THIS FUCKING BUSSY BITCH," mrs bussy said.
"marry me mrs bussy!" debussy pleaded, falling to his young knees."i will be debussy to your bussy. just say the word."
"b-b-b-bussy..." mrs bussy stuttered, fat, round, droplets of tears accumulating in her eyes.
debussy was speechless. "i will make more beautiful debussy music for you, my clare de lune babygirl...get ready to de this bussy."
