Fuck, I go to the kitchen to take a glass, and there a whole herd of some small mosquitoes slips on the table... I don’t think for a long time to take off the caps and let’s shout with a terrible grumbling "AAA BLA!" to scatter them all over the table. The melancholic dad comes in and so lovingly gently: “Son, have you fucked up again? This is the moonjoot broken up here I am going to collect"
I so, shoe shoes "there’s a fucking thing and I thought why they were so quickly all dead... pretending probably..."