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part _one_
Еще один Перфо-RАмs,
IRONMAN гнал-пинал 27.08.99
"Лечево в коzLе-клубе г.Челяба"
Жили-были три гопа: ПУЗО, ТОЛСТЫЙ, и ГРУЗИН.
Решили они однажды пойти на очередную отсосную вечерину в клуб
"Козеl" (хуле, центровской братве надо-жеsomehow
perform, show that there are cool and seasoned guys in the center,
which they seem to like too (after 250g of vodka) - Delat Meat!
Well, blame-blame, like all normal gopiks, there’s no fucking money,
even at the entrance - just imagine!
- We need to stir things up. The belly gurgled... But fuck it... Fat!
You told me then that that fucking sucker DJ-ILICH
can he take us?
- Well, yes, yes, yes, he himself recently screamed as much as he could!
- Well, why the hell are we crushing cotton wool like flaky VASI.
(bumps the fat man's belly): - Go heal him with this bullshit...
- Well, yes, right now I’ll run away, boys, I’ll do it, I’m a torpedo, yes, okay
I'm all running!
Soon the fat guy came running somewhere, who knows. And he called Ilicha at the entrance.
- Ilic, Ilic... you are... Come on, take us to the club, huh,
you promised.
- When did I promise?
- Well then, in the padzik... Nobody pulled your tongue. You
he himself wrote that if you warm us up like boys, you’ll trick us...
We didn’t throw you away then - we smoked you!
(although maybe you gave us money for a glass, but that’s
Fuck it, you still don’t remember. The fat man thought to himself, and
continued to treat...)
- We blew out a whole HALF A COUPLE for you!
And you immediately started yelling that soon the boys will be awesome
party in the goat (only for our own) and that you will spend us
therefree (for such a fucking high) - apparently
It’s not visible, but kicking you with half a wig didn’t suck then!
So come on (fucking sucker, the fat guy thinks to himself),
don't make a mistake and spend it!
In short, wagging his tongue, he freed Ilych’s belly to enter the club. And
probably the happiest trinity of three suckers (on that day)
got to the most closed party "ANTI-FREEZ" anti-frost in
goat-January'98, where at the entrance there was a hard FAce kOntrol
almost impassable in the world!
Dalia...
Pot-bellied, fat and Georgian (who was already smoking high from
doesn’t give a damn about his lads)...
House party. Everyone is happy and happy...
And the trio of smart (except for the Georgian) goons huddled in a tube and
smoke one whitefish between three... On their own minds. After all, on our minds be for
They're generally disgusted with bullshit, they're just boys by definition,
live by the rule - if you are a gop, you must be blue or green
. .. ...
(to be blue is to be under vodka,
and green - to be under smut)..
And the belly then shouts: - Well, guys, we need to stir things up...
I don’t mind approaching fancy bulls, and the belly then decided
pick on some fagot.
- uh, listen... you fucking faggot!
Are you a nefor?Hooo - just for fun, cool!
Let’s get drunk with you, what’s his name? You're with your people
friends of gingerbread, punch the filabask, and we'll get drunk.
Just a bottle from you, a bottle from me,
a bottle from your lads, a bottle from my lads,
and we would go purely to the padzik, your gingerbread and my kintas -
fat with a Georgian, you don’t know maybe.
purely in the padzik we’re drinking for the world, for three bridges,
for the lads and all that... (whistles his belly to the fagot)..
And this fagot he butted turned out to be some chick,
treated like a fagot... And immediately some guy comes up to them
a freak boy, somewhat similar to a boy, and shouts to his belly:
- this... hear you... this is my battery, what do you want from it?
The belly, of course, is not immediately floating in this whole fucking puddle, although
he himself was actually on his mind, he shouts in response:
- Both of them don’t give a damn... somehow, somehow... Why are you poking me with irtysh here?
long, white faggot, huh?
You're a nefor, why are you swollen?
this is your kid chick yes, hoooo quiet!
We'll kick you and the lads in a minute...
- Too fat, fat, call a Georgian... there are fagots running around here
decided (screaming belly to his rotten lads)... And he whistles further..
Are you all seasoned fagots (chicks) here? No fucking way...
how so. It looks like Khaliulin’s chelabu have already completely loosened their belts...
What, whathow do you do this... what are these things you have,
Are you trans, these Vestites? this is a joke guys!
One fagot could not tolerate such an attack and began to gurgle...
- Boom, boom... somehow... life is hard... and you are crazy!
And his belly immediately made him understand the opposite:
- Oh no fucking way.. Are you heated up against the lads for something?
Well then, come on brother...
Rams is Rams
but a jamb is a jamb..
And if you are offended by something against us, then you are doubly a fag,
because the offended are fucked in the ass.
Well, since you’re so hot for us that you manage to do something to us
gurgling, it means you're a bit of a kid.
Well, really such a kid (fat as you told me then
a new concept in the zone? “The kid is a sucker,” answered the fat one).
Well, that’s right, says the belly and continues to laugh.
- Well... You and you are suckers!
And since you are a bit of a boy, then prove it.
After all, any boy should be able to ramble. so and so.
So whatever you say (a sprite will not add to your skill!)
You and your friend must warm us up with babosses, and we with two bridges
Let's just go outside to the grannies and buy blues from them, here
fuck it - it's expensive!
So, what's up with you guys (boys are suckers)!
says the belly to the nefors chicks.
And here the Georgian has eighty rubles (purely for papiras).
Yes, Georgians!? Georgian is silent... Georgian, what are you doing?time
you are silent, like not a boy... You are our brother, let’s heal for the lads!
The Georgians are saying something: gurgle-gurgle, glug-u-lyulk!
Like I'm rushing and I'm stoned, boom!
Then the belly and the fat one opened their eyes... no fucking way... how so...
his own brother and hid the whole party from the lads that he -
- smoky.
This is somehow not like a boy.
Well, the Georgians immediately began to build pyramids.
Like he couldn’t say anything all this time, but somehow he
it’s a pearl or something, and shamelessly, and it’s only now the beginning
give little by little.
The belly was somehow driven and hesitated, listening to the Georgian’s sculpting.
He thinks - no shit, somehow. Off the top of my head! Fuck it okay though.
But still, the belly could not understand how, somehow, his own brother is a loser
(Georgian) - was able to screw him up like that, and even define him as
confused on the pale fagot-nefors!
Well, okay, fuck it, the belly thinks to itself, and asks the fleeting,
a familiar and naive question:
- What else is there?
The Georgian answered him: - No fucking way, I had a heel
in the evening, I puffed it with a neighbor
and it’s still rushing!!
I screwed up - IRONMAN!
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