happened recently.



The friends call:

– Sanek, we’re coming soon, we’re not far away, we have a plan and we’re already smoked.

(Everything happens in the Netherlands and grass is legal here)

What I answer:

I am waiting for the brides...

I thought they should have been with me 45 minutes ago.

I call and ask where they are. In response, we are at the corner.

Stay in blockage. Well I think friends really smoked, because the block nearby

My house is not at all. I go out on the street, I walk around the corner and I see these

balbes on a parallel to the road parking, in front of them a number of parked

cars, and they are standing, angry and signaling to empty cars standing in front.

I didn’t go to them any longer, but puzzled... I haven’t laughed so long ago, and now I write.

You have this story, and the muscles on the face and stomach still hurt.



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