THE PADDON IS HAVING A FIELD DAY:

The phone woke me up with a hangover:
It was Azatsky Satan calling.
- First one, damn it!
Phone:
- Zavulon speaking!
- From where?
- From Hollywood!
- What does the cool guy need?
- Send me some poison!
- What kind of poison do you need, little one?
- For Anton Gorodetsky!
- How much should I send?
- Three or five liters,
Less won't do,
He's very gloomy...

Then Medved called;
And he started, he started:
- HELLO!!!
- Oh, no! Stop shouting!
I can't take it anymore: what do you want?
And he just says "Heh!" and "Lol!"
Not Medved, but a complete donkey.
Go to Bobruisk, you animal!

And then Krokodill called
And he really went off:
- The kids are annoying me
From the morning:
They say, get me the latest "Potter"...
Peysatel, help me out,
Download the file to my email:
I'll treat you, damn it, with a Berdichev "porter"!
- No way. Didn't you
Last week
Upload "Harry" again and again?
- Definitely: they downloaded it -
But they've already read it.
Everyone is bored and fed up without a new one!
- You, dude, have gone crazy:
What the hell do you want!
I don't have a translation ready - even a fan translation.
So quickly learn Albanian!

Shahidy-Zajchatki called:
- Can you send some explosives?
- To the gas van, you filthy fascists!
And then Zwin'ja called:
- I adore Pelevin!
I'll read between the lines
While drinking and "snowballing":
I'm also an advanced one!
- No, Pelevin, no way,
Didn't write for Zwin'ja --
Read Fuflyshkin instead!

And then Tsapli called:
- We stepped on the rake again:
We hit the wall, undressed,
Smoked some grass, my beauty,
We all crammed into one booth,
And now our stomachs hurt.
- And I don't give a damn, you guys!

And it's the same indifference all day long:
- Give me two!
- +1!
- What the hell?
Either Udaff calls, or Olen':

And recently, two Gazelles
Connected and sang:
- Is it true that fantasy writers
And пейсаты, and moron-like,
And they have a crush, and a disappointment,
And in their dreams - only money?
- You, Gazelles, worry less,
And next week
Refuse to use the tele-,
The internet, and even the radio!
But the Gazelles didn't listen
And they were proud of their words,
Having gotten drunk
In a hazy LiveJournal -
Oh, ladies, hang up the phone!
And recently, in the morning,
Spam fell from lenta.ru,
And it was a big spam, megabyte-sized...

I haven't slept for three nights, I'm tired -
The phone, damn it, is driving me crazy!
I lay down on the bed,
To read Erenburg,
But as soon as I lay down -
A call!
- Who is it?!
- Nosorock!
- What happened?
- Trouble, trouble!
Connect here quickly!
- What's the matter?
- Save us!
- Who?
- "The Idiot"!
He fell into the internet swamp!
- Okay, I'll find him soon,
I'll steal the copyright
And upload it for public use.
How many gigabytes are in your "Idiot"?!
- You'll find out if you find him...

....Yes, it's not an easy job -
To pull "The Idiot" out of the Internet!..

Don't kick me!:)