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Muffins were just tasty but It found us again. This time with some real intelligence in the old dorm.

 Professor on its way

"Nii pohhui".

Destroyer. Should clean my shoes sometime.

Estonian art at its finest perhaps

 

Kelli Lätti. Congratz. You made it to my blog. 

Metal Invasion

  Tonight we will have a gig after a million years. I feel good about it, some don't. Anyway, it's good to be back on stage. Porx will have his first gig with us as well. If anybody is reading this, come and check us out! We suck (more) without audience.

Could someone shut Sass the fuck up? We are not fucking glam!

  After another night with a couple of beers and a million foosballs in Krooks we returned home. On our way, some TIGHTER hedge blocked the road. Some minutes of scrabbling and the car was parked 3m from my front door. Some hogs and Mait left with a 3AM wake-up-horn. Fucking assholes we are.

By the way. Meu has grown up a little bit. Who hasn't met him, it's about time.

Meu, back in the day. 

Brave little bastard.

 Hungry little bastard.

Greedy little bastard. 

  In the morning I found out that Mait got himself a little job. His mission was to clear 10 hectars of field from snow. No, he didn't manage it. In fact, he just got his car out from snow just an hour ago and I highly doubt that he's gonna try it again. WELL... TOO BAD FOR THE FIELD OWNER. MAYBE NEXT TIME YOU WILL ORGANISE YOUR 9 YEAR OLD SOCCER CHAMPIONSHIPS DURING SUMMERTIME. Or a snow plow TRUCK...

Metal invaded some field. Fuck.

A little help? Please? 

ANYBODY?

In conclusion - läks veits lappama. See ya!

Quality time with M.

And I'm on a diet.

Overblast

Hello. Rem was overblasted yesterday and spent a half an hour with me in Pirogov's lavatory. Apologies.

Rock'n'roll

  As always, our private "rehearsals" at my place end up with getting in the Condition or drunk within < 5 minutes. This time we got in the Condition with Maits' long awaited own stuff and as usual, we didn't play shit and went straight to downtown. With style.

For us when we are 60 years old and we can't remember what Tartu looked like. What we were like. One of few rock'n'rollers left. Especially in Estonia. What our life was like. What nowadays shitty cars looked like. What winter looked like. What the best friendship looked like.

  A few beers @ Gen -> Möku, and we met Sam - the British guy who was supposed to apply for our drummer but expectedly never did (twice) - and his lads. Now, it was about to get interesting, because their lads got some more of Good Days. We tripped to Colin's place and saw an actual jar full of fucking Good Days.

  Anyway, that was SOME blast. After that we went to long awaited McDonald's (Mait was overblasted, again... But the English lads know how to keep their lads up and going and dragged Mait all the way to Mäc.) Thanks to the overblast, Mait looked so bad again, that his new name is Shitty Sleez.

Sam is hungry

@ Colin's

What can I say? I'm gonna say it again... We don't need to sweat, it always comes to us. Rock'n'roll. 

By the way, got some leathür.

The best of K. Plado

Just to ensure retainment of this historic epicness.

Killing some vermin on the floor. (Total time: 1h12min05sec)

Presenting his painting "Farmville"

Chatting with a little bit too useless information.