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special issue
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HELLO! This is an issue dedicated to the 8th search
ntovka. Abnormalities are quite common.
tive vocabulary. Who does this offend - click
RESET.
Contents:
1. Pointing N8.
2. BBS work schedule
3. Advertising on the BBC channel
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DANGER!Written in the state of God knows4
So, just yesterday it happened
IT. Those who did not enter - passed the eighth
pointing in Gomel ZX-NET.
It all started quite prosaically...
Slush Sunday morning... I'm leaving
home and heading to the Monarch (for fucks to
him? But I won’t tell you yet) This road,
you know, it doesn’t fit well into the concept
“headed” - there was a lot to overcome
sixty minutes of grueling travel
barn. Everything would be fine if it weren't for people like that
vile creatures as controllers (emphasis on
second "o").
- Your ticket?
- My, my, go to...!
- Let's show the ticket, motherfucker!
- What are you talking about?are you fucking crazy?! I'm
said - mine!
- Let's go to the car.
- I went to an.s., s.ka un...naya!
- Employee! Bring this one out
prri.urrka from the trolleybus.
- It’s you, you full of shit, who do you call...
Driver's voice:
- Be careful, the doors are closing.
Next stop "ZIP".
- Driver!!! Stop!!! They forgot me!
Voice from the crowd:
- Ha. Let's hit her!..
- Uh, man, what are you talking about?
do you allow it?!!! I'm just at work.
- And we are going to work and you
you're delaying!
- To work? On Sunday?! Shame on you!
- B. I, maybe I’m a cop!
- The cops at the trash cans have to go to work
ride!
- Oh, you...
Driver's voice:
- "ZIP".
- AAAA!!! S.ki! Let me out!
- Come on, come on, get out of here!
- I would fine you all... -
The controller with a squeal fell head first into
a brown pile of snow on the side of the road.
...All that was left was to go about
fifteen minutes...
-Are you going out?
- No. And you too.
- Wha-oh?...
- Do I stutter?
- Well, you, l.h. in Czechs, if now
don't eat... out of the way - you'll end up facing the street
sweep.
- Well?...
- B.I, pa.la, I did it!
- Guys, what are you up to?!!!
- Get it, s.ka! Ahh! Ubl.doc! Get off with
me!
- It will be dumb...
- On you, fuck..at x..v! Get it!
- Why... this asshole glass of his
did you break your face? And why is he on my kneesfell down?...
- Aren’t you catching up? Come on...
Wow, you freak, your head was cracked on the Ikarus... You should
get out...
Flying out like a bullet (or who gave a kick?) from
trolleybus I headed to Monarchovsky
home, watching an unprecedented fall.
- FUCK-AHH!!! - my ass, seeing that
is happening around me, I decided to try it for myself
all the delights of asphalt covered with thin
layer of ice.
Having somehow shaken myself off, I continued on my way,
alternately feeling the relief with her backside
sidewalk surface. The road ran along
old hangout for rappers, here
there was a whole bunch to watch
graffiti, but now some kind of conscious
Uncle the janitor wiped off the entire opening day with something.
Going up to the Monarch (fifth floor) I
rang the doorbell. Opened the small...
- Oooh! Holy shit! What this shit?!!!
a dog attacked me with a squeal
monarch - Lord.
- Well, Lana, Lana, calm down, I’m glad too
see you.
- Uh! Where are you going? There's only
disks!
Pushing a curious dog away from mine
package, I undressed.
- Hello to you! Hello. Krava
called?... Will it be at twelve?...
- In my label.
- Hmm... Cool!
-Where is yours?
- And eight.
- Yes, nothing. In! I just took it and she
let's have a blast. Then you use a needle
Scratch - and everything will be fine.
- The main thing is not to point
came off.
- Well, Lana, Dimka, you rewrite there
bye...Having rolled up the "software" we went to the PLACE.
On the way, I bought a pack of Asters.
...
- Well, do you see anyone you know?
- Who the hell knows, the dudes are standing there
some... Fuck, the puddles are growing ;-)
- Oh, now I see they are standing.
- We started smiling :-) There’s Arthur standing, still
someone...
- Well, hello guys!
- A-ah, here comes EAZY, howdy!
- You bastard, how did you solder the joystick to Kira?
So there's snot there! Moreover, I'm a little computer
promoted!
- It’s been done for centuries...
- Where is Krava?!
- Well, why are we standing here? Knocked down
top
...on the marble floor...
- UUH!!! Yes, you need skates here! Legs
you can break it!
...Almost successfully overcome three floors
let's go to the bar...
- No beer?!!! Well, I don't play like that!
- Let's go sit down, the rest
Let's wait.
Having sat down at the table, the Monarch and I began
display labels to those present,
made on the eve.
- This is our innovation.
Lebl is something like this
PIECE:
O F I G I T E L THING!!!!
All of this is printed in color.
inkjet, naturally in color. Entire label
(laminated, by the way, i.e.
covered with film) size 9.5x7.9(cm).
Yes, by the way, all the labels are with me (not
laminated). Pickup from my house
;-) or for distribution.
- Wow! So Krava screwed up!
- Oh and Fly!
- And Kvazar trails at the end...
- Ain and SPIDERS.
- Well, monarch? Are we getting it?
- Let's.
- So, guys, here's the software, take it apart!
General laughter.
"Software" is a disk with
branded envelope (all sorts of beautiful things there
stupefying). There is a binder on the disk
"Polesiev" for the year (from number zero to
fourteenth). With a branded boutique.
Overall - brilliant!
- Oh, I brought some CDs...
- How much are the disks, Quasar?
- For you, Sanya, 50 each.
- Dim, give me the price.
- Does anyone have a pen?
- Does anyone have a pen?
- Yes, we need a pen!
- Thank you.
- What about me? I gave it to some guy, and to many...
- Uh, guys, but there’s no leaf
is there?...
- That's what's missing, man, that's missing.
- Oh, finally I got a pen too.
- So, let’s draw a price tag...
EVERYTHING
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|B I t. I , =| .I :+ |+ Y ,=
Y B ,t e. .. :t ,e + =. X.:.
.B., I+::| t+: @ ,e++| +::| ,++|
BYR
I L I
, .|:,
:. +.|:tt = :|
|B I t. I,
Y B ,t e. .. white rubles with new banknotes
.B., I+::| t+:
People are sitting, their faces are sour... Everyone
make jokes about "software"...
But here Quasar, thrusting a hundred thousandth
banknote:
- Uh... As editor-in-chief
I take myself a floppy disk.
Woohoo! What happened topeople (floppy disks)
only three) money poured in like a river!
- That's it, guys, time out! Discs
ran out ;-)
Extra money instantly somewhere
disappeared...
- Whoever needs it, order it, we’ll do it.
No whore ordered anything. A
when it dawned on them that on the disks, finally
turned gray.
They sat and sat and made speeches...
- Let's go somewhere else.
...
- Ooh!!! And there is no beer here!!!
- Let's go to Beryozka.
...
- There will be a sophisticated system...
- If you have any ideas, whistle!..
-Where are we going?..
- Yo, Fly, why are you going alone?
Join the crowd!..
- These curtains are hitting my head here
I almost lost my stupidity...
-Where is Thinker?
- Nyama yago, I would come - head off
unscrewed...
...
-Who will we appoint as beer coordinator?
- Me? Come on!
- Fly, you have enormous experience -
come on you.
- And we’re already drinking, and you’re thinking...
- Izya!
- Yes, I already have it!
- Yes? It will be too much!
- People, how about switching to
Hayes?
- What about the label?...
- A tsyabe u syati nyama! Take a bite!
- Hayes? Rulez! Who will connect?
- No, not me!
- Where are you going to go!..
- Who will connect the printer to me, huh?!
- Get out!
- FAQ?
- Yes Lana, I’ll bring it to you for $15
- How much will you sell it to me for?
- For $30
- What a bastard!
- 100% gain!
- Lana, buy Hayes attry it, we'll
try!
- OK!
-Are you leaving already?!
- Yes, we need to get out, bye bye!
- We don’t care about Zhelezyachnikov, but
coders... Izya, you will!
- They wanted a faq!!!...
The beer flowed steadily into the stomach, thoughts
they presented it smoothly...
- Can you take the glass?
- Get out of here! We will repeat!
...
- Let's go to "Shants"!
- They knocked down!
Leaving "Beryozka" we headed to
the famous pussy office.
- Hmm... So... Sh-a-n-ts. We're calling.
- When you call, the door should
open up.
- Silent. A! Happy Sunday! Not
works!
- Give it to me!
- Oh, it’s opened!
- Gomelpromstroy greets you!
- FAQ? Where is "Shants"?
- Closed today.
- What a bastard for another button
pressed?...
- Let's go to the department store!
...
What follows are indescribable
adventures of the brave Sinclairists
Gomel...
...In general, the pointing is over...
Results... Disc sales are normal, but
There are no orders for additional ones. Labels
lay on me... Gathered with Hayes
figure it out... No one can fix anything
wants...
Etc... Etc...
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