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15.08.2013
Bumper-dumper: I was on the train home from MSK. Antique wagon: the windows do not close, there is no conditioner, the lamps do not light, the whole train is filled with old babies (I so hoped that in the coupe with the girl I would go beautiful (the grandmother, with whom I was driving, said, and I slept so well. I dreamed that we were going to Kirov, into the woods, to Navalny." I woke up)) sorting someone decided to modernize so that you are standing with your feet on the push, risking to slide and hit your foot in the pipe to slide shit on the rails( dumb 2 rubber pads were glued, the plastic chair turned into shit). The whole toilet in the dirt - you will not sit on it, but in the pipe with the foot of reluctance, so you crave, standing with cancer in front of the toilet + the car swings on the move + you need to avoid the splashes raised by your flying potatoes + the member must be held so as not to get dirty. I felt like a bomber pilot.