In each of us lives a beast. And sometimes you need an short composure, so as not to allow him to break out. I did not work. Last Saturday allowed him to break out ... considering that in my hands I was almost always chainsaw, it turned out that:
First, as always, log. Oak. Dry. In the sense, drying on the root, fell on the road, the foresters "defeated", and I have scored it for the MZD. There are still elms. I have them, I have some kind of public utilities who are engaged in Filovka trees. In short, everything is not easy with trees ...
Well, rushed. Wound a drink. Burned first benzobac.
Second benzobac. Next can be without comment.
The temperature behind the borot is from minus five to minus ten. But, in principle, comfortable. Only all the time the glasses are fisted, and without them - full eyes sawdust.
But this winter was lucky for me more than in the past. Last year, my base served as a unheated garage at the trait on cakes. This year - under the side of the joinery workshop. I am allowed to keep the tool, warm and process the shapes.
There is even a special painting and compressor. Sin does not take advantage.
It turns out something like that.
All week professionals have overwhelmed me. Some - personally, others on the Internet. Your, they say, "Creativity", not creativity at all, and the Golimic Kitch. No soul in it. As the logs were, and remain. No one would know about you as a rapid, if not .... (hereinafter referred to as the text is a big blast, great luck, your tongue, working, how the pomelo is needed to emphasize). Better shelf of the house of the pribe. Or sell a saw, and wives buy gold earrings. So that bleak.
And I answered: "Calm down! About me and so no one knows how about the rapid. I call myself a woodcutter or chainsaw. And about Kitcha - I'm also not so much! " And this hamster presented them.
And this bear. Such a bear wakes up in me when I think (about the fate of the motherland) about how often I miss big (and even some, even a small) Bolt, and great luck. There is only a language, as a pomelo, washed down 10-12 hours a day and a dream. And here it would be appropriate to cut the ram, because I dreamed of your dream for the fourth year with a lamb persistence.
Dream - to quit figs from work and engaged only by chainsaw. Five days a week I am an office plankton. So imagine yourself a hamster - this is a real riot.
Well, here is my personal zoo today. All pleasant weekends. Obediently sleeping animals inside and good
Woke beast
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