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...

Drinking days. Easy money, yo!

After drinking for a whole evening, I thought that I haven't had enough, so we all crashed @ Sull's. The place was nice. You could play the guitar, drink, cook (not meth yo) and smoke inside. After a while the Doves left the place, so what else we could do? Find some fucking more cigarettes, because we were out. Where? First we tried the neighbour upstairs. We knocked for like 5 minutes when someone finally answered. He said that he was not a smoker behind the closed door. Maybe 4 A.M. was not the best time to yell for a cigarette anyways. But we didn't give up. Some kind of bitch lived nearby that Sull knows and we crashed at her place. How?

With a stolen bike.

 Swag yo!

When we reached the bitch's place, we couldn't get in, so we tried the window on 2nd floor. After whispering like some big ass audience @ some 80s rock concert, nobody answered. Even tossing a log and a flower pot to the window didn't have any reactions from inside the house, so we gave the fuck up. On our way back Sull crashed in some car with the bycycle so the licence plate was barely hanging on the bumper. Well, we didn't have cigarettes, but we had some tea and a plastic bottle.

Cooking some tea, yo!

It wasn't that good, so we decided to cook something else. Let's take spaghettis for example. But the truth is that usually men does not belong to the kitchen, especially the ones who aren't good cooks. Especially the ones who aren't good cooks when they are drunk as fuck. The result? Spaghettis would have been just fine if we wouldn't have fucked them up with 6 different flavorings. I know it doesn't sound too badass but the thing is that we like put 40g of them in total, so yeah. Gonna take it easier the next time.

Fucked up spaghettis. You can see how dark the plate above is from flavorings.

The next day we went to get some Silkus again the party continued. Tairi & ? joined us. We played some tunes and started singing karaoke. After that we hit Gen where I had better opponents than me, and it was fucking good! I love fair and equal play. 

Some random relevant shit keeps appearing up. Marié is that you?

Finally we met Risko and his friends. Again. We went with them to Pool 6. Kind friends he has that Risko. Alar bought a bottle of Jack and we started playing and singing like maniacs. 

(Very) crappy pic but a good memoir.

Sup? Nuf...

So, how long has it been? Forever? Anyway, nothing's going on anyway. I'm sick as fuck, shitting water and been watchin Breaking Bad nearly like Art. Breaking Bad is so good that it's the second TV series that I'm actually gonna finish watching. Oh yeah and umm... Had a birthday one day...

 K. Lätti at its finest.

Xen & Ališotška. :) 

I think I'm gonna be straight from now on.

The frankest gift about me. What is this? A wake up call? 

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#4

A. A. :) 

The other gifts have already finished residue processing, I believe.

Postenlightenment

I was tired like shit. Emo. Shit. Pointless. Missing. Wanting to be somewhere else rather than there. Wanting to go back in time, just a little bit. Life. Is amazing. And then it was time for the gig. As always, I failed a couple of times but generally i liked the show. Girls have really gathered around lately, or is it just Tallinn. This time they took us to a private party, even two. They paid for all the spendings that had to be paid, which were quite impressive. Guys like us don't see shit like that every day. It's like being a pretty woman. At least they took my thoughts away. After the parties, Stacy got busted for drinking and driving. When Stacy went to the cop car, I was so tired that I didn't even care where are we gonna go or what's gonna happen next. I think I fell asleep. At least I think that I woke up in the back of the car. We gathered Fuzette and went back to Trt. During our trip, some fireworks was ignited. In the gas station. Mait was drunk as fuck and I was not, + I was so fucking tired that it was quite a pain in the ass bearing the trip. But despite that, the humour he did, was golden.

We could even use his humour for our upcoming event. 

Putting up posters yo.