Posts from A small pub near Fludoscarr. Auto-translated

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Hey guys, check this out, it came while I was offline:
(03/20/2008 19:12:00) ValgallaWolf: Everyone
(03/20/2008 19:13:00) ValgallaWolf: I'm switching to Pigwin now
(03/20/2008 19:13:00) ValgallaWolf: Where should I go?
(03/20/2008 19:13:00) ValgallaWolf: How do I get to your chat?
(03/20/2008 19:13:00) ValgallaWolf: I'm gonna have some fun now

I don't get it, was the last sentence a threat or a warning?))))))))))))))))))))))) And what's with this combination,
"Where should I go? How do I get to the chat? I'm gonna have some fun now" xDDDDDDDDDDDDDD)))) And all this happened while I was offline)))))))))))))))))))

Oh, Brack, you reminded me of the summer before 8th grade. We went south with our class to Yevpatoria. I think it's obvious that our parents gave us a ton of food to take with us, after all, it was a journey of more than two days by train. One guy, for some reason, was given a bunch of vegetables and fruits, which simply didn't survive until the moment they were eaten because they spoiled. But we still found a use for them. We threw cucumbers and tomatoes out the open window at trains on the opposite tracks. The vegetables were torn to shreds, and after the next tomato barrage, the whole window was covered in stains. It was crazy how dirty our window was by the time we arrived. It's a pity we didn't have any eggs left (chicken eggs, that is). Oh, what would have happened then... :)

But that's nothing, here's what happened when I went south with my class (to Sochi). We postponed the "bombing" until after we arrived and threw things right out the hotel window. The most reckless ones even aimed at the cleaning lady, the poor thing, who was trying to clean everything up.
P.S. Our arsenal included not only fruits and vegetables, but also yogurts, hellish bombs:smile51:

Whoa, guys...
We had some crazy stuff happening at our camp.
Out of the six people in our room, three started... well...
...humping pillows on the very first day...
I wasn't one of those three, so I stayed out of it.
There were also two brothers with the last name "Mudry" (Wise).
They would run around the barracks at night in their underwear, screaming like crazy.
One time, one of them stuck two fingers in his mouth and vomited breakfast all over the other one.
It was wild.
And once, I was rudely awakened from my sleep.
You know, they like to smear toothpaste on people's faces at camp.
They made a mistake – they didn't warm up the tube, and I woke up immediately from the cold.
Even before I opened my eyes, I instinctively lunged forward and bumped into something organic with my fist... yeah. It wasn't pleasant. But it was a learning experience.
Anything else?... Hmm...
One guy would absentmindedly pick his nose, lick his finger, and when we pointed it out, he would get very offended.
His name was Lev.
Like, "Le-va."
And once, when I went to the public toilet outside, I experienced eye irritation from the smell for the first time in my life.
It got better afterward, of course.
And one time, someone pooped in the shower and then washed it all over the floor with the water.

Do I even need to ask if I enjoyed my time at camp?

Ah... I'm feeling a bit nostalgic for something wild.
Imagine – Cthulhu (or, let's say, Tolya) is sitting in a deck chair on the beach, breathing in the healing air. A gentle breeze... the warm rays of the sun...
And in his hand, he has a chilled glass with ice cubes, filled with liquid brain.
And he leisurely sips it through a straw, carefully stirring it.
And there's a lemon wedge on the side.
"Excuse me, a double brain with lemon, please."
Hmm.

Neskweek... Just because I didn't eat it with a spoon doesn't mean I didn't try it. I just didn't like it.

Ah. Mixed feelings. On the one hand, I'm glad that the snow has covered my area. On the other hand, I'm waiting for everything to dry out so I can run around the lake again in the mornings.

By the way, have you noticed that cold coffee is awful, but cold tea is great?
And today I watched the show "Free, Taken, or Gay?" on MTV.

Added 3 minutes ago
Yeah, Doctor Akula, there's nothing unbelievable about a bun costing 3,000 rubles; that was before the currency reform.

That's nothing, but when I went south with my class (to Sochi), we postponed the delightful moment of "bombing" until after we arrived and started throwing things out the hotel window. The most reckless ones even aimed at the cleaning lady, the poor thing, who was trying to clean everything up.
By the way, our arsenal included not only fruits and vegetables, but also yogurts – truly hellish bombs:smile51:

Okay, if we're reminiscing, let's really reminisce! We went there as if to a camp, ate according to a schedule, and at almost every lunch, we were given something called "Krymka" (a kind of fermented milk product in a plastic cup). In taste, Krymka was very similar to kefir, but it was much sourer and not very pleasant to eat. On the one hand, we didn't want to eat it, and on the other hand, we didn't want to leave it in the dining hall. And at one point, we realized the full "entertaining potential" of this Krymka. We lived on the 3rd floor, there was a beautiful balcony, and a paved area below it. We threw these Krymkas both onto the pavement and further away :D, sometimes even onto the lawn, but usually to see who could throw the farthest. After 3-4 days of our afternoon "bombings," the area looked as if someone had spilled a lot of white paint on it. But the climax of our mischief came later. Some boy (about 8-10 years old, I'd say) was rummaging through a pile of pebbles on that very area. He was sitting there, preoccupied with his activity. And then our main Krymka-thrower suggested scaring the poor boy by exploding another Krymka next to him. Everyone agreed... But due to a silly misunderstanding, there was a misfire, and the Krymka landed right under the boy, staining him quite a bit. That's how we got caught. When we found out that some angry guy was coming to "punish" us for our misdeeds, we immediately opened all our Krymka reserves and started stuffing ourselves with it. Wow! The guy comes to those who, according to what he was told, are just throwing Krymka around, and they are sitting there quietly, peacefully drinking it. There was plenty of swearing, but that was the extent of our "punishment."

P.S. And what I remember most about our building is the window on the balcony on the left, through which you could clearly see the toilet. It's not like there was just a crack in the wall or something. It was a real window (by the way, one of the few made of metal-plastic). Well, they should have figured out how to make it so that the person on the balcony could easily observe the person... relieving themselves. Thank goodness that only "our" people had access to that balcony. We operated according to the following scheme: the person going to the toilet would warn everyone in advance so that no one would go out on the balcony and no one would be allowed on it. But there were also cases when girls who came to visit us caught the poor guys off guard. I, thank goodness, never got caught. But I haven't encountered such madness since then, and I say that with confidence. I'm posting a photo I took with my phone (the phone was terrible back then, so the quality is accordingly).

I wonder what logic those who made that window were guided by? Maybe they thought it was good to admire the beautiful blue sky while sitting on the toilet?

So, let's put the beer aside; I've come up with something to wake you up:
Back and forth, it's pleasant for both of us :D.
Just to wake you up.

Is this some kind of seesaw?
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Everyone, why are you so quiet?
Let's have some beer and an accordion!

no, not a swing... :D:D: V^V
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Back and forth, it's enjoyable for both of us.

In my opinion, this is like a 40 km shuttle run xDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
It seems like it's even done in pairs xDDDDDDD

no... :D:D:D.

Everyone has gone quiet...
Bring on the beer and the accordion!!!

And I know how to play the accordion... )
P.S. 30 accordions!

I wanted to take guitar lessons... but something went wrong. :( :( :(

If I could go back in time, I would also choose to learn guitar... although I didn't have one back then. And I was just a kid... only in the 3rd grade...

It's good that they also offer piano as an additional subject... the piano is one of the best instruments...

P.S. My eyes hurt... the pain from them spreads to my temples.

The piano is one of the best instruments...

Quite possibly, every instrument deserves attention :D

Only a piano seems out of place in our pub.