I stand, I smoke on a balcony. the ashtray near at hand wasn't therefore has thrown a stub from a window.
and in a bottom there was some little boy, years 10 probably. and the stub is direct at his legs has fallen. he lifts up the head and shouts to me:
- the uncle, stubs from a balcony can't be thrown. it is ugly!
and, you know, I felt so ill at ease. I wasn't too lazy, has put on, have gone down in a bottom from the 7th floor and have given pizdyuly to this boy. still, блять, it will vyebyvatsya...
and in a bottom there was some little boy, years 10 probably. and the stub is direct at his legs has fallen. he lifts up the head and shouts to me:
- the uncle, stubs from a balcony can't be thrown. it is ugly!
and, you know, I felt so ill at ease. I wasn't too lazy, has put on, have gone down in a bottom from the 7th floor and have given pizdyuly to this boy. still, блять, it will vyebyvatsya...
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