Бухать, валяться, домой не появляться!

Дорогие мои друзья, в эту субботу, то есть 18-го июля, состоится празднование моего финансово-скромного ДР. Жратву я беру на себя, бухло на вас. И возмите кто-то подстилок (не в плане блядей). Встречаемся в 12-00 у нового выхода на ст. метре "Лесная". Вива ля резистонс. God has smiled upon you this day. The fate of a nation in your hands. And blessed be the children who fight with all our bravery 'til only the righteous stand. You see the distant flames, they bellow in the night. You fight in all our names for what we know is right. And when you all get shot and cannot carry on, though you die, La Resistance lives on. You may get stabbed in the head with a dagger or sword. You may be burned to death or skinned alive or worse. But when they torture you, you will not feel you need to run, For though you die, La Resistance lives on. They may cut your dick in half and serve it to a pig. And though it hurts, you'll laugh and you'll dance a dickless jig But that's the way it goes. In war, you're shat upon! Though you die.. ...La Resistance... LIVES ON...