brain damage is a children's fairy tale.

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 (c) Master Pepka

 CHILDREN'S TALE
 
     I had a dipstick. I touched them. Valera had a saw. He sawed. U
Tolley had a hammer.  Tolyan smashed skulls. Vitalik had a table.
Vitalik dissected the corpses of children on the table.
     Marina had ticks. Marina pulled out Valera with these pliers
Adam's apple Valera didn't nag anymore.
     Petya had a knife. Petya plunged this knife into Tolyan’s throat. Tolyan
no more hammering.
     Wanda had a sarcophagus.
     Vitalik also died. In agony.
     Marina, Petya and Wanda gathered around the fire and began to decide what
fry first: Valera's liver, Tolya's tenderloin or Vitalik's dick.
     - I want a crispy dick!  - Marina shouted, waving
chisel.
     - And I want Tolka’s ass! - Petya echoed her, jabbing his saber at
sand and growling.
     - And I - Valerik’s liver! - Wanda screamed, spinning over
head of a cobra.  And then suddenly the cobra - bite! - and bit Wanda on the
nose!
     - Ah, bitch, whore!!  - Wanda squealed, and Petya and Marina
laughed.  Petya lost his balance laughing and fell face first into the
bonfire Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!
     -  Guys!  Wait!  Don't die! - Marina was having fun,
hitting Petya lying on fire with a chiselspine.
     AND THEN I APPEARED. I quietly came out of the bushes, holding the sawn-off shotgun at
right hand, and the fork in the left.
     TRRRAH!!! - my sawed-off shotgun boomed deafeningly.
     FLOTCH!! - Marina’s body fell into the dry hay.
     LOOKING! - I planted my dick in the badger’s hollow.
     That’s the end of the fairy tale; whoever takes a shit is a fine fellow, and whoever
peed, that fagot and a rat! Well, whoever vomited is a hero,
and Feast on the Mountain!!