RIP #02 29 ноября 1997

Юмор

Marazm - Humor.

(C) Werewolves

 - Vodka Rulez!
 - That's right. Free! - In Virtual glade rang out: "chpok.
 - And the glasses?
 - Glasses? - Windows look around.
 - I knew it, - Ms-Dos hurt look on his version and sad.
 - Guys! Well you're in kind of Che? - Tr-Dos rose from the 
ground - also I found the problem. Let's take a throat!

 - "Who invited him?" - Flashed across Wind'y.
 - Well, no, we're civilized system - his voice MS-Dos, -
this is not serious, I suggest pouring in cd-ROMs.
 - Just pour to the brim! - Yelled Tr-dos.
 - Ash-bit - Windows grunted and poured himself and Ms-Dos'u in 
the rom, to the edge. - Well, where is your?

 - SchA! - Thundering connectors, Tr-Dos pulled antediluvian 
floppy drive, a which is completely out of place at his side 
hung a piece of paper: "Electronics" and mischievously smiling, 
recalled - to the brim!  - "That son of a gun", - Windows sad 
to compare the sizes and rom'a drive - should be at leisure to 
put the same after all Different situations are ...", - vodka 
in the drive hold as the three cd-rom'ah.

 - Oh che, should toast to say whether, - Ms-Dos looked at 
Wind'y.  - "For Bill Gates and Microsoft" - opened his mouth to 
Windows ...  Tr-dos loudly blowing his nose in the screen area 
and yelled: "Amiga Rulez! Spectrum Forever! ", After which the 
dashingly poured the entire contents of the drive, a printer 
buffer.  Windows and Ms-Dos blankly froze with rom'ami in his 
hands.  - Eeeee! For Spectrum Forever do not want to drink? - 
Tr-Dos menacingly looked at both.  - Want! - Afraid zavopeli 
both systems and infused vodka, bypassing ports directly to the 
hard drive.  - Do not believe it guys! Yesterday, two bits 
beat. They are bastards yelling that them in byte 768. Well, 
not arrogance? - Tr-Dos smugly rolled couple lived in the train 
and lit it.  - Sometimes - his voice cheerful Windows, - I 
yesterday shut down without waiting for my permission. So I 
have this in my head if you run happened ... Brrr, - Windows 
winced.  - Yes, you're out of luck, - Tr-Dos got the second 
bottle - and me yesterday instead of 12 and 5 volt pull up in 
the radio line! Oh I had fun! All mikruhi knocked out, the 
drive burned, and finally to the speaker nonsense started to 
wear.  - Cool! - Confirmed Ms-Dos, - probably a lot of money 
repairing them flew?

 - Oh, just little things. We have a full understanding, they 
told me I them. In general a complete inverse!

 - Daaaaa-aah. But when Bill Gates ... - Began to remember
Windows.
 - ROMs on the table! - Barked Tr-Dos and first put his drive.
 - Guys, - Ms-Dos frowned, looking at the filled to the brim
rom, - though some would zakus, or I, with pace, hover.
 - I only cursors have, - Windows pulled from his pocket
a handful of arrows.
 - Oh, a trifle that Luskan, - Tr-Dos fumbled on the drives and 
pulled Honey Commander, - mix with the cursor, cool out.  To 
get a lot, despite the protests of Ms-Dos'a, it was decided 
smear on his broad markers.  - Amiga rulez! Spectrum forever! - 
Again yelled Tr-Dos and drank. Wind'a and Ms-Dos quickly 
overturned his ROMs.  - Step, yeah Step circle .... - Kerf 
covox, tightened Tr-Dos. Windows, whose sound blaster stayed 
home, rested his chin in his fist and frowning, deep voice 
howled. Ms-dos tried in time to snap beep'erom, but the spit, 
and just let the tears and began to quietly whine.

 - ... And Rodney as well, I do not know-but-no, what have 
Speccy was the end - finished Tr-Dos.  - Yes, Che is there to 
say, - Windows poured the last bottle of rom'am, - all the 
platforms are good ...  - Amiga Rul ... - Began Tr-Dos, but the 
marker with arrows carefully shove into the open mouth, 
Ms-Dos'om not given complete.  - Home! - Windows raised rom, - 
something we are increasingly emulirovavalis all together!  
Three different systems are loudly cracked rom'ami and 
dashingly hryapnuv vodka gone: everyone does their job.