Mobile, keen chicken

Blj. You think all the universal immoral cynics are here? No. You think that you only understand how much x*Evo world? No. Or maybe you want to measure the feeling of x*vosta in your life? Well, Okay. My grandfather had a stroke a year ago and now he partially lost his memory, being almost chained to bed. Just a day ago, I found out that my grandmother was taken away on an ambulance due to a stroke attack. My father is a breathing 50-year-old smoker who has already managed to grab a heart attack and lie down five times in hospitals. But you know what? I don’t want to think about it. If I think about it, wind myself up, say to myself: “What if a call is heard tomorrow and I will find out. “, Then I just go crazy and hang on some bitch.

We laugh it off, hide behind different masks and faces, so that it does not hurt. And if every day you will think: “And now, I’m one more day closer to that time to die” – then you will not go far with such motivation.

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I’ll tell you even more, it may like it so much that after two liters (grinned alone, already a diagnosis), you’ll run to catch up with the last beer in the world. You will dare ten minutes with a saleswoman whose watch is in a hurry. Send her to hell, go to another place. And there is a check. You hear a conversation that someone is supposedly selling at a 20-minute walk even after 10. Try. Try. Try and rush. And alcohol is eliminated, and rush faster. Sweat. As a result, you come to the place, and, Essenes, the conversations lied everything. Get home from grief. On the way you see Kraaayna’s suitable, cheap, tasty and qualitatively preparing, and generally beloved sushi barric. You think wow, there is also beer there, wuhu. You go. You order a liter, before asking, “but in bottles and removal cannot?”. You get a negative answer, and so knowingly “actually, the WARE there is sold all night there, yeah”. But we did not come here for beer here, we are “waiting for friends”, and we are terrible to eat as many as 8 rolls with a cucumber for 60 rubles. As a result, after the first glass and gobbled sushi in my head, a brilliant plan ripens. We go to the toilet, we spend five minutes there. Cutting in which we walk in the bag. We get 300 rubles from your pocket. We leave the toilet, in the best traditions of the cinema we throw money (which, by the way, covered the expenses, and the tips remained) on the table, take a glass and leave with the pokerface. Barefoot. In order to run easier. The first 5 seconds everything was okay. But as soon as I heard “And where I went with a glass?”, Gave Dero from all legs. On asphalt. At night. Drunk.
You know, from a restaurant to my house is somewhere 400 meters. But, it seems, I installed a new world. I ran so that there is not only beer in a glass – you can’t hold a glass in your hand. Behind the frantic cries “Stop stupid”, and a woman screams, and you understand that if you get, then she is cooler than your two guys lesson. As a result, at some point, I understand that I washed all the beer from a glass, let a glass and throw it under her feet. Well, I did not look exactly where, but the glass is breaking up, and then its cry of pain. Having run another 100 meters, I fall. Hands in the blood, clothes in the mud, side sodran, knees too. But I get up and continue to run. After 50 meters again. I barely get to the apartment, miraculously not expressing the keys from my pocket. I run home, crawl, bleeding and leaving red traces from my feet, in the shower. I am lying about 20 minutes. Blue. Through these 20 minutes, the heart finally calms down. I almost fall asleep. I wake up again from what I am. It seems like he stops bleeding everywhere, psyxing on both terribly lugdish legs crawl to the bed, I fall asleep in the sheet.

Do not thump, people. And then you will wake up from wild pain in the legs, with the heat all over the body, because some of the wounds brought the infection, with the understanding that he had run away from the restaurant, paying for food, but without drinking a second glass of beer, that now your favorite restaurant is ordered for you, and that after 30 minutes to work for work.

No need. Do not be idiots.

Nope. Maybe someone has a butthert, because the rating is for another.5 fell … well okay. I just and really don’t know what I did