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│ 2. Point number 11 │
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On June 11, 2000, it took place
G-NET anniversary point number 11.
The event was intended purely as
network No other dudes
“non-modem workers” were not provided for.
However, our small gang
(only 5 surviving (mad) people)
the vile pissyushnik got in his way (aka Egor aka
Art (not to be confused with ARTY ;-) ), which,
however, he is trying to become a Spectrumist.
Guess what? I have never seen anything like this before
it happened. “It’s boring at PC,” he says. Well yes
ok... Let's see what comes of it...
Yes, let's get back to the topic, we've moved away from it,
but we showed how pussies live
;-)...
True, only one “non-modem” came up
Spectrumust is a mercury (not ELSSLAND), but it
purely with family on the beach, and we were met by
accidents (date and specially chosen -
it coincides with the date of the First
Pointing - in order to weed out those who are unnecessary
people's time). Having received a couple of threats about
that “we’ll take you to the beach now,” he
quickly retreated... But everything is in order...
...On the way to the Place, roasting in the 17th
on a bus, passing by a stop
"Trade Equipment" I saw the very thing
I don’t have the most terrible Quasar, I’m lonely
looking around under the scorching rays of June
luminaries Rustyto myself, I moved
further, but shoving some whore with his shoulder
swimsuit, realized that there was nowhere to go
and it’s not necessary, because I'm on the bus.
Marveling at this thought, I started to move
further, nudging the conductor with his shoulder.
While eating, count by Place (by area
im. Red Bandit) I peered into the park,
hoping to see among the green trees
someone I knew and thought to myself,
why didn't you stop right next to it?
entrance. I would have walked out straight out of a Limousine.
While in dreamy thoughts
about a limousine full of whores, I
moved west - towards the entrance to
Central Park named after. Another bandit.
Taxied south and began to hunt
look around for the Crowd
Spectrumists. The crowd came towards me
in the image of Yegor of yesteryear reaching out
hand:
- Hello, Dimka. What is this? All? -
he asked, circling his hand over our modest
company.
“And no women for you,” I assured him,
still with her head in the clouds.
“Let’s get drunk now,” meloncholy
muttered Art.
- Let’s go and sit somewhere in the shade,
otherwise we'll fry.
Looking around the surroundings with dull eyes
Wednesday, we moved deeper into the park. On
just in case, I decided to look at Tu
The very bench where we were going to
first point.
- So here they are!
- Exactly, there is the Monarch, and there is the Quasar.
- Nothing like that! I am Quasaraby bus
“overtook,” I decided to explain.
Look how cunning they are, they sat down in the shade,
so that we don't notice them.
- Well, great, progressive people!!!
- There are so many of us!
Having sat down, we began to leisurely
exchange insignificant remarks.
Finally someone remarked in a bored voice:
- there's Quasar.
- Hello everyone! - said the Most Terrible.
...
Time passed. We sat the same way
We were chatting meaninglessly and suddenly Quasar was already
jumped at the loud shout:
- Drive away the money, Quasar!
- -and?..., yes... No..., so
exactly, sir! - he said, holding out
banknotes.
- You count! To give everything to mom!
- Lana, Lana... - I found myself.
- One, two... Three... Three lemons
eight hundred. Rulez.
- Yurik, why aren’t you your own?
dragged?
- they don’t want to. They say you'll get drunk with these
with your Spectrumists - no way home
you'll get there.
- Gee-gee... Speaking of drinking. Who
will you go get some booze? - I asked hopefully.
- Here you go. - was the answer.
- Well, I don’t play like that! Let's go who
me! Egor, are we going?
- Well... Come on...
- grandmothers? What, should I buy it with my own?
will I?
Everyone chipped in.
- There are two more compotins of the “Wine” type.
yes. - said the Monarch, taking one out for
I'll show you, - Can we fuck first?
- Quasar, take out your Komsomol
knife!
- Not Komsomol, but Pioneer.
- Doesn't matterKomsomol!
- Guys, maybe it’s not necessary. - pleadingly
said Yegor, “It smells like garbage here...
“Oh,” he continued, “please turn
attention to starboard. Here you see
a magnificent park alley, a little to the right
church. To the left of the church there are two representatives
fauna of our wonderful park. This
the species belongs to the class of parasites
forests. In general, the cops are just fine
bottle...
- Light boys with feathers on
head-a-ah! - was heard after the garbage.
After waiting for them to disappear with
horizon, Art and I went beyond
"magic bottles"
Our road lay to the famous
5th point to the shitty mazazin with
European-quality renovation "Yuzhny". There, as usual,
They didn't give us vodka. Sending a stupid saleswoman
we moved on.
Having wandered into "Gifts of Nature", we discovered
the richest selection of waterdrinks in the form
the only variety "Stary Mlyn". Well
there is nothing to do. We took two bottles. B
calculation one in kind, the other in the form
screwdrivers.
...While we were hanging around with the rest of the people
expertly drank half a liter of forfeit, so that
then replace them with a miraculous one
let's get drunk...
- Damn, we forgot the snack!!!!!!!
I suddenly remembered.
- To hell with it. Young people drinking, and
old ones for a snack!
Arriving at the Place, they saw it had already been drunk
a bottle of forfeits and waiting dudes ("You're not
asshole, call yourself if you're a dude"(c) D108).
Sitting down next to Nigt, I said:
- Come on, Yurik, go get a snack. Here
dibs on you.
- I? No, no. I won't go!
- You'll go, you'll go, come on!
While Yurik was walking, we started further
dwell on the topic of unauthorized nomination
Quasar to the post of NC (Net Coordinator).
Having waited for Night, but still not deciding
question, we went across the river. In place
main actions of the 1st point.
On the way I noticed:
- At the first point there were 12 of us...
Now 6.
- Yes... Twice as much... -
Art was saddened.
And Cobra has already left us. Things to do...
And he doesn’t drink ;-) In general, there are five of us... But
posted by Fant and Vino - thanks!
...
A picturesque area floated by.
Beach. From the number of half-naked women in Yurik
My jaw dropped. Slamming it with
with a squeaking sound, he swallowed greedily.
- Uhhhh... yes... Someone has a watch
does it have an alarm clock?
“I have,” Quasar responded.
- You start me at 17 o'clock
woke up. then I have one more Sabbath
go today.
“Uh-hum,” I shouted at Quasar.
“Let me call you,” he suggested.
Quasar - I can have IT
program...
- So I’ll sleep here!..
Suddenly ahead along the route
An impressive group of people appeared.
- Oh, are these pissyushniks? - suggested
Quasar.
- We'll give you 3.14 zda! - I was happy.
But to my deepestdisappointment then
They turned out to be ordinary vacationers.
The inhabited beach is over. Began
thickets of bushes.
- Well, how long can you go!!!
- Be patient Yurik, be patient!
“We still have to go back,” Quasar noted.
the landscape floated and floated. And now
passed the port. The river began to turn. Here
Night couldn't stand it, he was about to sit on
log, but I got ahead of him. Not at all
upset, he loudly declared:
- That's it! And I’m not going anywhere from here!
There is nothing to do. We decided to christen it
place "venue of the anniversary
pointing." Quasar even tried to hang himself
sign: "Do not borrow. Evil
Spectrumists." But after thinking a little,
decided not to do this.
We settled in really well. K
to the north there was a view of the opposite
river bank, where something is also stormy
noted. A little to the west was a port with
a bunch of cranes of the same name. In the south - late
that the steppe. Nearby are poplars. In the southwest
picturesque jungle. All sorts of people are jumping around
there are insects. Quasar, seeing them, began
explain to us their names and
origin. Questions were heard from everywhere:
- What kind of whore is crawling on me?
- Oh... This is a cicada.
- Why isn’t she yelling?
- she doesn't want...
- Try something like this...
Well, then everything is as usual. Decided
start with wine. Then vodka, and lastly
leave the screwdriver. First toasthow
always, for the Spectrum. further... Almost
meaningless 3.14here, tales
Quasar about all sorts of bugs... Then
they went swimming... They tried to drag
Quasar and Monarch go there, but they heroically
resisted... In short there was complete
steering wheel...
...
Having a great rest, we moved to
way back... They left us near the circus
Night with Art. The Rest of Us
trudged to the Monarch for a retreat.
Marvel at the broken bedside table just now
Quasar said thoughtfully:
- Yes-ah-ah... I don’t remember something...
- there’s also a lampshade here, - in hope
announced the return to the Quasar of Memory
Monarch...
But that's a completely different story...
...
From the forgotten:
-Have we even elected him?..
- I guess so...
- We'll have to support.
...
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