Nuclear rabbit

I started to plump at the age of 12 with my neighbor Gregory, who served three years in prison for robbery and was released from prison without a wisdom tooth, but in general he looked like a chewed tomato. And when I was 9 years old I tried alcohol for the first time. I always watched my dad eat dried roach with a cool frothy drink and I really wanted to try it too. I was from a poor family and to buy myself a beer I had to steal money from the pockets of jackets in the school wardrobe. My dad also stole - parts from cars on an industrial scale at the General motors factory. He didn't work there, got into the factory through the sewers and once caught halera because he stepped on a rat. On TV, and we didn't have a TV at home, I went to watch TV with a woman next door who used to work in a sex brothel and who had buttock paralysis and during the advertising of Holsten beer, a friendly atmosphere of alcohol consumption was created. While my mom went out to look for mushrooms and dad went to the factory because he was short of money, so I snooped a bottle of beer from the refrigerator and opened it. I sipped a little beer from the bottle and it seemed to me bitter and tasteless. Nevertheless, I drank a whole bottle and I should admit that I started to feel sick and wanted to pee. I guess I could pee on someone if they really wanted me to. I pissed into a bucket that was in the room by the closet, but I forgot that we had a hamster in the bucket, which choked in urine and drowned. It... I'm sorry, it hurts me. Repeat after me, but only if you truly believe in your hearts the words that I speak. I started out working at a butcher shop when I was 13 years old. So I am 13 years old, in my group of friends no one goes in for sports and does not go to сontracts management sections. One boy, my friend Jacob went to boxing, but then he was imprisoned for robbery. I was made to carry out my first kill at 13. I worked in a butcher shop and the farmers brought a live goat to slaughter, but I didn’t want to stab it and in general I didn’t really understand what I was doing in the butcher’s shop. I just had to work in order to buy cold beer for myself and my dad. In short, local farmers brought a goat and my boss, the butcher John Ivanov, gave me an assignment to stab this goat. I didn't know what to do, I only used a knife once in my life when I played Counter Strike on the de_dust map. I called a taxi and stuffed this goat into the trunk and told the taxi driver to take him further to Skyrim to the Nords. I had no money to pay for a taxi and I stabbed the taxi driver with a knife and ran away. I swear I didn't mean to kill him. I just felt sorry for the goat. The taxi driver didn't die because I stabbed him with a wooden knife from a joke store, and yes, I wasn't caught, because I was wearing dark glasses like Neo and a beard like Bin Laden, also bought at a joke store. Sorry for being cryptic at the work. I've been afraid for months I'd be the one to blow the secret. I was dressing so, that I would not be caught by the police, because I did a lot of illegal acts but I had no juvenile record whatsoever, certainly no criminal record. Today in Belarus is restless, by the way, where is it located? The geography textbook says - between the toilet bowl and the drain. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. According to the latest information - some kind of stupid cunt from the opposition declared herself as a president, although there were presidential elections and Alexander Lukashenko was legally elected. He made good roads and increased the potato crop - our man.

I didn’t have a computer in my childhood, I went online through an empty bottle of beer and pinged, tried to deface the Microsoft website. At that time, almost no one had computers, and it was boring at home, so teenagers got together, and the only leisure was alcohol. We began to gather in groups, in yards and entrances. We started with beer, one bottle was enough to get really drunk, and if we drank strong, we didn't bast at all. In my house, an enterprising old bone womana started selling vodka at 10 euros per bottle, for 5 euros you could buy a beer with a bubble flavour. I loved to drink this kind of beer and break empty bottles on the radiator in the entrance, and then go up to the top floor and ring everyone on the doorbell quickly going downstairs. All illegal occupants opened the door and thought that a fire had started and in a panic ran out into the street being naked. Vodka for me was disgusting, warm, with diphenhydramine or some other nasty thing, it completely blew the roof off. One guy smashed a bottle over the head of another, at the emergency room the poor fellow was stitched and bandaged. The next morning, none of the two could remember what was the cause of the conflict. We gathered for 8-10 people and drank in front of school, at a classmate's house, at some Mexicans in an apartment and then went to lessons and even physical education. I felt the state of a winner, once in a physical education lesson before which we got drunk on beer, I did exercises with dumbbells and accidentally hit the physical education instructor on the head, who started shouting, calling for help, shouting that he was being killed. After physical education class, he was taken to a psychiatric hospital. Once my buddies and I got so drunk, that one eccentric dude caught a stray cat and raped him in front of the whole company, and that's when I decided not to drink anymore. By the age of 18, I almost did not drink, not a drop of alcohol, even if there was some kind of holiday or someone had a birthday. I found myself a hobby - darts. I pasted a poster of Margaret Thatcher to the door and threw darts at it. Once I threw darts and suddenly the door was opened and my friend entered the apartment and I did not have time to stop my hand and threw  a dart that hit his forehead. A friend fell to the floor, I dragged him into the bathroom and covered him with a towel and went to play PlayStation. An hour later, he came out and said that I saved his life, we ordered pizza and then for a long time the two of us played PlayStation. When I used to drink hard in past, I drank for a reason, I drank out of grief. Even then, I predicted an epidemic of the corona virus and I was  offended for people. It's good that I stopped drinking, geopolitics helped me. Back in those distant years, I was a fan of Yasser Arafat. He looked like Santa Claus with a rag on his head, but then he died, I became an atheist and I started watching a reality show with Trump. There in the show, he gave advice to young businessmen on how to become successful. I don't know where they recruited such loser (wimp) actors, probably from the rural drama theater. I will give advice to all novice businessmen - do not throw away holey socks, it is better to sew up the hole and pull the sock over the dick. By the way, Trump and his wife got sick with the corona virus. It was Putin who infected them, Putin personally. He came to the White House, coughs into Trump's soup, which the cook prepared for him, and then flew on a broomstick to the Kremlin. Do you believe in little (tiny) green men? I myself know all about it and yes. There are a lot of these green men in the city pool, well, there are strange people in green rubber caps and they juggle votes before the elections in America.

It's good that I don't drink anymore, I don't have to draw a plan of the New York subway scheme on the asphalt with condensed milk. I like to fall asleep in a bra and wake up without pants, but it wasn't always like this. I recently learned that Barack Obama had an affair with a gorilla, from which he contracted ganacoc and Ebola, which later spread to the whole World. The White House knew this, but hid this fact, as they were afraid that the NASDAQ indexes would fall. Later, Russian hackers influenced the presidential elections in America. My dear readers! As I promised last time, the game has been updated on this site. If you read the site carefully, then you understand what I'm talking about, and if not - then you are a democrat. This game was found on a dead pirate's flash drive off the coast of Somalia, I don't know if Oracle Corporation or the World Health Organization is somehow connected with this, but now the game is here and I don't care. The essence of the game is to collect food for the little man and eat other little men, this is fucking good old Pacman. While playing this game, you must follow strict rules. For every eaten dot, please pay 1 cent to my organization. And please do not engage in fraudulent activities, do not use cheat codes and do not fool me. Want to start playing? Click to Play. Recently, I decided to make a list of the motherfuckers I've ever been annoyed with. I'll tell you this another time, as well as about the radioactive rabbit, which my neighbor found in the bag in the forest and almost went bald. I am in Syria right now, sitting in an air defense installation and shooting down flying saucers controlled by Shaolin monks, sitting in a mask, because the terrorists from ISIL have weak immunity and they all suffer from the coronavirus. With respect, I don't have time to debate it. I know, but, let's just hold off until we know something more. There's too many saucers and interference in here.

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