Bome #5? Post #3. Postbome post #1? Meeeh, whetever.

Been drinking every day since my babe left me. That has led me to a new group of people which I've been hanging out with. Well, it's Marek mostly 'cause we got drunk some time in Krooks a couple of weeks ago. Anyway when we were busy drinking...

This how funny we thought we are when we were shopping for beer. (Usually 20-40 Silku's per day). I have no idea where the fuck these guys can get money. But why should I care?

We look kinda same, dude.

... were busy drinking @Taavi's....

This place is fucking awsome by the way. 3 floor party house + basement with sauna. Could have made cooler pics but I don't wanna get busted to my mom. Hur.

The thing about this place is that ever since the women left the house, it looks 300x worse than it does on the picture. And we don't have a 12 star out of 10 pizza anymore. 

And the owner gets angry sometimes.

...were busy drinking @Taavis, (god, fucking finally...) Mare was busy hustling some Evil to Saaremaa. First package delivery failed, don't know why, (one theory could be stealing and doing, but I guess he will never do it again, because he's dead or so overdosed that... yeah. A new Hitler will born.) and the second package consisted already 10x of Evil. Sulev customised the package a little bit of difficult to open.

Delivering the package. Wrapping it up actually, 'cause we had to open it first, 'cause we decided to be evil. We got one for free, so. EEZY MONEY YO LET'S CONSUME EVERYTHING. 

Donkin' around.

So when we were evil @Sull's yesterday, we philosophed the shit out ourselves, but the package looked something like this:

Converse'i tenniste kingapakendus on paberkott, milles on kilekott, milles on plastikpakend, milles on tikutops, mille ümber on teip, mille sees on kapsel, mille sees on bõum, mille sees on keemia, milles on värvid ja füüsika, mille sees on elu, mille sees on muusika, mille sees on 100 veel asja, mida ma ei viitsi kirjutada.

Another things came out too:

Ma püüaks su kinni

Ma sööks su ära

Ma imeks sind

Ma lutsuks sind

Ma mäluks sind

Ma neelaks sind

Ma seediks sind

Ma pigistaks sind

Ma situks sind!

Sa oled mu jaoks muld

Muld, millest sünnib elu

Elu, kus on sitased värvid

Ehk siis sina, kes läbi sööd mu närvid

Mul on kõrini 

Nagu väiksel lapsel

Ma tahaks kisada

Ja pipart juurde lisada

Teeme hea näo pähe

Sest neid on ju niigi vähe

Kuigi ma vaatan üles

ma ikka otsin sind

Sa ei lase mul olla

Ja sa ei lase mul tulla

Palun aidake mind

Lülitage mind välja

Visake mind aia taha

Rebige mind

Kiskuge mind lõhki

Andke mulle viha!

Andkue mulle liha!

Sest mul sinust on kõrini!

I think this poem is about bome. 

 On the phone screen, this guy looked like a French guy with a French moustache. At the moment it looks like I just wanna eat it. "Pane ikka võid ka peale, ja ikka korralikult, et hambad ei põruks!"

This is just some random fury. (The thing about being in the Evil zone, you just do bad, destroying, evil things subconsciously. Not the first time though, but this thing develops. It's not that fun at all anymore.) This logo could be Bome's logo. You're a fucked X between the umm. Evil's parallel. Ooo, badass.

Anyway, when the Evil was starting to wear out WHOYOUGONNA CALL?

Yep, you gessed it! :)

Love you!

MAREEEEEEEEE......

...... K. :) 

Sorry babe. 

Marek brought us some booze and the night went on. Got 3 hours of no sleep before my Sixx: A.M. 10 hour work day but it's cool. Yeah, I feed the sick now. Not literally.

Smartphone 123!

Past events3

Nothing much. Whole lotta lovin' n' donkin' 'n' 'ts it nagu. 

 Woman.

Went grillin'. Hun is swaggin' badass with a flat tire and firewood.

Life sucks so hard that this guy cries shit.

Haige jõnglane ikka! Või Märt sina või? 

Baby left me again. 

My new accessory. 

Peculiar.

Past Events2

23.02.2013. Ümarlaua bar. Very frozen, bored and tired (Ilja was Tallinn-fucking-tired). We got there with a really really drunk student from university of sth. His red Seat was also cool. Front doors didn't open so we had to climb in via the windows. XP. We're lucky to be alive, because he was about to ignore the red light in the bigass downtown crossroad and we would have hit a truck if I hadn't been a Ärev Orav with a nervous breakdown. Anyway, kickass memory. Not wanna do it again.

Fashion idea for nowadays dickheads out there?

Just a weedy pic.

Some morning at Sull's. Very hipsterish picture, I know.

Exx just being a little bit badass.

 Taking a shit. 'Cause sometimes it's more boring than usually.

Sherwood and cigarettes? Yes please.

Bome #2

Epic blast time with Exx, Sull & Mare. After halfen hauer we were fucked up and in tears when in the bus station. We decided to take a trip to Gen. When we got there, the walls were all trippy n shit, and we tried to play table tennis for 3 seconds. It didn't work out too well, the first shot was straight into the gentleman's room.

Afterwards, we tried just to throw the ball, because it seemed that there were more than one. 

In the smoking room. all we could do is talk about everything that is completely bullshit for a normal human being.

Sull sebin'. 

There was this guy sitting next to us with his laptop and he didn't seem to be disturbed in any way. I think that he was some kind of data collector what this thing does. In other words, we are the lab rats and he was surveying us and taking notes. Anyway, whoever he wasn't he was a total dick, because when I was like totally in my own bubble, some lady came to clean the table and I asked who the hell was that, and then the guy told that these guys would like to know who you are, so he put me (us) in a really awkward situation. I apologised afterwards for bad behaviour and we were so fucking releaved. After a 4 hour trip that seemed like 8 at least Mare left (probably because Sull put a smoke on my shoe and it didn't fall down, so we decided to take a picture, but there was not enough light, so I told him to adjust the lamp on the wall, so the light would shine on my shoe, but Sull fucked up and broke the lamp. It fell off the fucking wall.).So we went to Krooks soon, cause we were hungry as fuck. But when we were about to leave the place, I saw some epic hipsters in the other side of Gen and I thought that I'd be fun to watch them and get a culture shock. So when we got in, that place was fucking cool. Why are we always hanging in the smoking room, when there is a fucking paradise right next to it? We decided to sit down and play Alias.

When everything seemed to be set, we found out that there were no buttons. I found some chips on the floor, which were our buttons and the game could  begin. Or could it? Someone realised that 4 players is needed to play Alias. Fuck. 

Well, it was late anyway and we were still hungry as fuck, so off to Krooks we went. Luckily, even when the bar was closed, we could get in and got ourselves 2 loaves of bread. Oh the joy. We were so fucking happy again. Even the most positive song started playing from the speakers. If I was a girl and wanted to get laid, I wouldn't buy hungry guys alcohol or anything. Just a loaf of bread would work.

BREAD!

Cry a lot.

After the most pointless chilling @ Zav we were still hungry as fuck, so off to Sull's we went.

We fried potaters for like 1 hour and they were still raw. No way that boiling them first and frying them afterwards would have made things so much easier and quicker. And then... it was death. Nothing to do, drink or smoke. Luckily some girl who came along from Zav lended us her credit card so off to gas station we went. As we were on the bus full of fucking doughnuts (little kids, on their way to school) some gilf started talking to me. "Going to school, huh?"
"No, we're on our way to buy a pack of cigarettes". The gilf was shocked, and told us that it's expensive. Whatever. When we got back, death continued and we didn't do shit 'til Sull left to school and we crashed home for some sleep. Anyway, the trip was fucking eeepiccc.

Saatuse mängud #1

Re-make 2. From the beginning as beginning can get. Let's hope this time we're gonna make it. 

Let's go. Let's hope it's gonna snow.

The Protag.

Fucking the place up.

Rež 2. The Lebo Rež.

Pussylicking time.

Wall, floor. What's the difference.

That sneeze-activating furball -.-.

Fuck rails. That... Thing... Did it's job. 80%.

The Famous book. Cover.

The famous book. Back.

Drinking days#17

 So umm. Ain't got much to say again because being fucked up is a busy job. I'm fucking lagging when I walk. I'm gonna take a break from this.

Something like 9.30 @ Sull's.. Still up. Decided to continue with the day. Exx came. With Worms.  

Something like 10:00.  

All riiiiiiiight

Got some sleep before the gig. Didn't really help. Risko was on my way to Heaven, so I got extra. The gig was a disaster again. Mait walked off the stage. Soon Stacy too. 3 drunk assholes jammed a final song and I was on my way to Risko again. You know, just to go and try to forget. Not so all riiiiiiiiight.

Meh, just pizza monster hiding under the snow. 

http://lyndit.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/big_companies_are_like_pizza_the_hut-300x225.jpg

This guy.

Risko cleaning up after cooking some meth ya! 

Wakey-wakey, Rem. 

Dafuq

Meh, just some time @ Mare's. I don't know who or why...