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And what is me, in fact, everything about drug addicts yes about drug addicts? Let me tell you better about the athletes. In short, the case of the life of the rods.

In short, the case of the life of the rods. Such a rod hidden at home, beer drinks, Kebasa eats, the Shufi on the Maphon is listening, then Wang Lada looks like. Awesome rods: turnip in! Shoulders in! Spin as a football field - but not only rushing his whole life! No, not rushing! I want to pull the bar - well, he is a rod, in kind, and there is no rods. Because the offseason.

And here our rod rises from the couch and goes to the athlete party. And there are still the same rods with longing in the eyes, some have not sniffed the rods for a whole week. But they say, in the evening, the bar must pass. And what barbell! Guys, they say yesterday, one pancake was raised by a guy. But the price is appropriate - that's just no one who has no money. And our rod, too.

And there is a life at sunshine! Here, the swimmers from the Brasssa pool float - you would have to take money, but they say they do not understand anything: the water in the ears. Some already for two weeks in the swim - and what only money is swimming? Well, so if you need a lot of swimmer: the city is big, there are many people, you can always dive a couple of times on the ball. There dived, it dived - you look, already and applied.

Near the car rods hang out - only heard that about fuel and about the cub. I come to a familiar rider; Let's say, I'll throw it on the bar, and then we do not have enough. And he says: You are me, Slavik, I'm sorry, - not a rush of me for a long time ago your bullish buff. Well, it is necessary, says it is to come up with: gravity to hide. Yes, if I have, says, the money was ... Well, of course, if he had money, he would have taken a fuel on them, or some screws-tongs, or, to the extreme, the wheels would have bought the spare. Because neither the fig he does not stand in the rod.

But the athlete of a friend ran - we are to him, and he is from us. He is the marathon, you see, runs. First Salute name. After him, other marathonies flashed, did not even greeted. And nobody carries the rods. And we have a maximum of two pancakes.

And suddenly, our Kolya Schwarzenegger is coming from the corner - this is a dude such a sports pseudonym so that no one would guess. Gait heavy, red eyes, characteristic smile. And rolls out the Wait such a car with pancakes! Well, says, dudes, today we will pull out: Uncle from Janka Parcel sent. Here all the rods are immediately flourished on the face and joyfully, but without unnecessary a hurry goes to a secluded svverik. There they wear pancakes on the bar, they screw them down, so that they are not postal, and they begin to take turns. I pulled a couple of times - oh, well, how! And here and the cops come from. "Ah, - shout, - fell, the rodgists fucking! ..."

Well, and then what? And then we just walked to them on pumpkin, so as not to interfere with people to relax culturally. After all, we are sports guys rods, no drug addicts! And let them do us on treason!