|upon arrival: packing stuff for 2 kids beats me completely, looks like a heap of rubbish, doesn't it?|
Watching the greenness around us and it's not dusk yet!
|ready to be drunk|
Getting pleasantly drunk on cider, Polish honey beers, eating M&S crisps (already consumed a packet of cheese and onions), not caring about this fucking diet, not caring about my make-up, not caring about my language and proper behaviour, attepmting to sing not caring about my poor audience, writing some nonsense blah blah blah not caring about my grammarvocabularyandspelling. Yeah, this is life! Kuba's lit the fireplace. Might enjoy a good cigarette if I had one.
|hmmm, look like us. a bit|
yeah we'll sing it some day
the brakes are released, there's no turning back
OUR BEVERAGES ON THE CATWALK: SWEET MODELS STRIKE A POSE
|Raciborskie miodowe (honey beer)|
|Ciechan miodowe (the sweetest and the most honey-like beer ever)|
|Honig Weizen (white beer with honey, very nice actually)|