If you hear a voice within you saying that I am not a painter, then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced.
Once in the Ukrane there was an old rail worker who lived in a site caravan with his wife on the side of the tracks.They just made ends meet were very poor.
Boris found an old bottle and started to polish it up on the way home ,a geine appeared and gave Boris one wish.
Boris being a heavy drinker asked that his piss be turned to pure 100% vodka.
So it was.Boris put a drip on his finger and tasted it ,fantastic,best vodka ever.
He hurried home and called out for Natasha to come quick and prepare two glasses on the table that he pissed into,explained his day and what happened and after he drank his ,she sipped hers and was astounded and drank it down!
So they became very well off selling all that was left over each day and at the end of each day they would always put two glasses on the table and drink themselves to sleep.
One day Natashia came home from the shopping and Boris was just sat there without glasses on the table. Natashia fell down next to him and cried oh Boris what has happened is it as I feared? has it all dried up? "No" said Boris "tonight Natashia you drink from the bottle!
Djarums. Has anyone had cinnamon djarums? I swear they exist people in the East Bay act like it doesn't exist I can't find it ANYWHERE here.
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