On Saturday promised to be a beautiful evening, with the book and the Internet. Everything zjebalo at 19.30 when I got an sms or idea to show his snout ignorant people coming cataclysm. At 20.25 I entered the Cirque. Good pub, nice atmosphere, cool people. What will I fuck, the place that I like. Once I make you the pictures, let you look plebs. I forgot to add, of course I was cycling in such cases, only the bike seems to me a good solution. Standing on the lights on German beet which forced the priority tables and dared to use the horn. I politely told him the middle finger with a smile on his face went up in the only known direction. With menelami not what brawl, you better act like shit - though avoid tolerate a wide arc. Let us return to the Cirque, was waiting for me already familiar with her boyfriend. Cool people, but it excited me the most, surprise of the evening was her sister - a student of Russian language and also Polish. I knew already that it will be fun, not a refusal to learn new words of our dear students. Do not betray my plan, I started conversations. Yet I will not say what he I said do not you will find out much about stocks Cachensie. This how boring part of the scratch that. I got an sms: What are you doing? Answer: I'm lying in bed, reading a book was the only fair answer. Paranoia thought. Az jajcach skręcało me to hear: "Hello" from the lips of a native. Instead of "Hi," I heard "Priviet. Whore, I am a Pole dziewko przebrzydła. "I wjiem ali my hoofdvak [main subject, I do not know what to call it] thio Ruskij, Polskij drugij przedmjiot it." Ehh, chujnia thought, but you're stupid. I changed the sentence after a while when you went to the interview: "But hanging, I piwjach a few garments in Polish Njie umjiem" - text me broke so I took the girl in August yet the article. Cloth, saying that "Poland triudna language" but it is a beautiful country. And here is my plan backfires burned in August. She knew what it means "Fuck you stupid prick," and did not want to repeat the lecturer. And so much I cared. Repay her for it yet because I have a circle on July 20 invitation to her birthday, I still think of something. I have a strange condition, after a few beers I do get hungry - as hell. We went to the Turk for a kebab. This is the only place where you can eat at this time and this is not a dog ground together with the stall. Next sms: "I'm at home," [I explain to you dear readers, because I have Polish friends here. Yes, but it is more seasonal workers, 3 months and return to the Polish.] Reply back could be only one answer: "Well, I'm glad I already think I will put to sleep. Good night. " I wiped the mayonnaise from the face and went back to the pub. Damn, a little bit silly to write pub, "pub" I always associated with meneli. Does anyone else have another idea? How something is put in a comment.
rest of the evening is over nice and pleasant, without any problems back home. Next the day I ate the usual breakfast.
let me either / any of the unhealthy air nourishes ...
Yours
Cachens
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