It was long ago. We found somehow two puzzles, i.e. my brother and I, 8 kg. A cup of magnesium. It is now that children will look at the metal, shake their shoulders, and go further into the screens to smoke, and then the pioneers knew exactly what it could be used for. You have understood, right?
In general, having a virtually unlimited stock of precious metals, we began to consider less than our dignity to go to the courtyard, or even to school without a decent ammunition petard. And everything would be fine, but the daily stroke of the pepper with a dracula stitch began to be terribly stressful. The demands are growing, and the mosquitoes are also rubbing reluctance. The decision came suddenly, as always.
We matured in the closet of the worker, who in the evenings was carrying a circle of "young handle" disks and asked to use a day. At home, they put him in a stitching machine and, covering the vicinity of the machine with a film, in one evening they took all the straw on the stoves, not even sweating very much. And you can imagine how they look like 7.5 kg. The Magnesium? That’s almost an entire box from the TV. Our joy had no limits. We pulled the box into our secret headquarters on the roof and arranged production.
Our walks were always accompanied by canonade, the authority among the puzzles grew incredibly, and here again, suddenly, a thought was born, which played a fateful role. In other words, you can bark! It is said – done! Production went to the mass level, a prize order was prepared. A small petard of the class “chop!” It cost 5 cops. A medium-powered ammunition “Huyak!” and 10 cop. A heavy “delay!” A total of 25. More power to build did not become, because of the TB had notion. Business predictably took off, everything went fine, until one terrible day everything was covered with a magnesium snail.
One young dwarf used the most powerful of our products, and instead of throwing the source of increased danger away, he began to look stupidly at the smoke rising from the incense of PIZDIK. How fucking here!
Remember, I said that we had an idea about TB? This alone saved us from far more serious consequences than the suffocation of business and the blue ass. Dolboyeba was only slightly injured, his arm was quite heavy and the fucker was squeezed with blemishes from the explosion. Nevertheless, his parents arranged his interrogation with a bias and struck where he needed to go.
In the morning, we were struck straight from the classroom by the military (then they were in each school) and led us to the director, where we realized that we had PIZDIK. Among those present were:
1st Strictly Strictly Strictly Strictly Strictly Strictly Strictly Strictly Strictly Strictly Strictly Strictly Strictly Strictly 1.
2nd Demonstratively holding for the belt and curvely smiling daddy - 1 piece.
Three Clothed Valerian and Validol class leader - 1 piece.
4 is The most terrible person is a real one.
5 is Strongly holding us for the ears of the aforementioned soldier - 1st.
6 is Local - 1st
After a cross-interrogation (we, as true pioneers, did not acknowledge the strategic residues of raw materials) we were discharged first on the urgently organized line and in the classes, and at home it became quite bad.
Did you see the baccarat? Our buttocks for a long time became the same saturated color, and only on the third day appeared green. Students from all over the school came to see them, and some parents led them to look at disobedient children in order to intimidate them.
For the demonstration of the blue ass, we took five kopecks per person, but this is a different story.
Such business was stifled, fucking... Author - StSoton.