Martin is not in Madrid

Pavel is cutting grass

Like every year we gathered at Pavel’s old weekend house in Nový Hrozenkov, beautiful village in the middle of Beskydy mountains to get together with my friends, drink couple of beers and grill some meat. This year the meeting was named “Meeting of friends of pencils”, and was surprisingly piecful. No Nutela licking, no hot beer drinking, no heads in toilet, no pork legs, no throwing 5 crowns coins on stomach, no plaster peeling off, no big shots of rum… And we had drunk just about 30 beers. Where are the times when 3 cags was not enough? [-;

Pavel cutting grass

Few words to morning rituals. Some people think that the real men when wake up, they fuck the girl on the right or left side, then shave, take a shower to look really well. That they have corn flakes with milk for breakfast. That when going to work they smile to the world. Like, you know, some american actors. No, that’s not that! These actors are so childish! How can somebody breakfast corn-flakes with milk? No way! The real men wake up in the afternoon with red eyes, when they roll out of their sleeping bags, when they open eyes, they take a big morning shot. How did you end the last day, you should start a new one!

What the real men do when they wake up?

We also had some guns there. Well, one training air rifle. And as I’m shy person, and specially as I don’t like when somebody shows off, I have to say that I won the competition. Although my hands are horribly shaking, I was the best one. Yes, I won! [-; You know it’s not all in hands, but the most important part is in head. It’s all about to point at the target. Wait a long time. Don’t laugh. Move the rifle up and down, and shot in the right moment.

We had some guns.