.:morituri te salutant:.
14.11.2005., ponedjeljak
Pijem, ne prestajem.
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Standardna subota. Pijana subota. Vise i ne znam ima li drugacijih. Salim se, naravno. Eto, gledao sam film na Novoj, The legend of Bagger Vance, solidan filmic. Nego, genijalan dio je kad lik objasnjava cuganje...Prilazem: R.J.: Now, the question on the table is how drunk is drunk enough. And the answer is that it's all a matter of brain cells. H: Brain cells? R.J: That's right Hardy. You see every drink of liquor you take kills a thousand brain cells. Now that doesn't much matter 'cos we got billions more. And first the sadness cells die so you smile real big. And then the quiet cells go so you just say everything real loud for no reason at all. That'ok, that's ok because the stupid cells go next, so everything you say is real smart. And finally, come the memory cells. These are tough sons of bitches to kill. Genijalno, zar ne? He, tako blisko... Evo nesto i za smijeh. Prvo popijte jednu Kenjaru, te potom presijecite Peachkom.   Što se posla tice, uopce ne morate biti neki direktor, sef...Najvaznije stvari u poslovnom svijetu, oduvijek su bile veze i poznanstva. Naravno, nakon sto ih pronadete, napravite svoju vizitku, dobar glas daleko se cuje. Ili je to bilo dobar grah daleko se cuje? Kako god...  Toliko, zivili... |
