<ganja_spirit> I recently felt immortal.
<ganja_spirit> just went out into the yard to take out the garbage. But at the same time I was dressed in the dress of Superman: three-stringed shorts, a maika-alcoholic, a drunk hole jacket, plastic super-cheap boots from Ahashan.
I walked through the courtyard and clearly understood: now it is not that the hops, but the mints will stay away from me.