So what, like a night?
HH: Well how do you tell me. The storm was terrible. The rain, the wind, the fuck is simple. Three smoked rows, wandering around the neighborhoods, played Pirates of the Caribbean, waving their hands and periodically shouting on the entire area relevant phrases, such as: "Trummy fills with water!", "We will all die!" and "Let the sails go! by Fuck! Where is the boat?and "
Nietzsche had so much fun.