Still, will instill ill chill thrill, untill sleepingpill. Nill upthehill dogvill. Farewill, Jill.

Sorry, but I have to, here's the phrase "You guess right" in several world famous languages still spoken:

Vous devinez bien
Sie schätzen nach rechts
Indovinate a destra
너는 바르게 짐작한다
您猜测
Usted conjetura a la derecha
U veronderstelt net
υποθέτετε δεξιά
Você supõe para a direita
Bы угадываете справедливо

Today was a day when chichkovci moved sticks for me to pass, flower ladies thought I was someone else, police arrested, and all this in no more than 5 minutes. And last night? Nothing, it wasn't a day even. The world's ugliest dog did pass away, he was a hideous madafada. "Hideous Kinky" one of the toughest movies for playing charades. You know those bubbles at the bottom of your beer and soda? Where the sheeesh do they come from? They just keep coming.

How's Olaf doing? Anyone?

I was really pissed with all this seasonal job business. Busy counting the days, I’d stopped counting the years. Four. A number that hurts. Four years leaving Bugaria on the first day of the summer, happy to move out of the miserable hole in which I’d spent the winter, but at the same time feeling totally void of any recognisable hope for a better future. Just a fucking rolling stone, minus the coolness. Was it time for a good change? I didn’t know. All I knew was that for once, I was glad to be going home.

I went out when the daisies were blooming with venomous massacre. My socks were gleaming, so was my hairdo - efficient, effective and enabling me to move forward, like a silly glupav izrod. Me mate Olaf was restless, resting at home after the difficult night watching vi-di-o.
Shall I say more? Should I think about yesterday? She was in my bed, the dirty one. Nice, nice, I liked.
So, what more can we say about this crazy world? Amigo, give me five, bate....

m-f

Olaf Svensson- nai-golemiat kupondzhia i chovek s mnenie. Zapoznahme se minalata nova godina kogato se opitva da piine taino ot whiskey-to.