Smile - Daily Hacker, ordinary.
SMILE!
(C) Strake / DT '98
Hacker day, ordinary.
Morning.
... Her lips went down lower and lower, all approaching
rises higher and higher "unit". I already feel like
her hair is intertwined with my dumplings and the like still
blowing in the the back of the pane (oh, it was necessary to
close it!). Remained schitanye centimeters before the collision
of my "tool" with her oral cavity and so ...
I woke up and knew immediately that it was only a dream.
Creepy headache, but still do not understand why is in my
shorts cord from the printer and a powerful stream of air from
an air conditioner completely messed me up. With some
difficulty pulling the cord from the cowards and plug in the
anus and turning off air conditioning, I looked around for
blankets, which in itself is not found after awakening. We
detected no blanket - sent to the optic nerves signal the
brain. After ten seconds, immediately after brain signal, I
went to the bathroom, poputi otpinyvaya empty bottles,
diskettes and other attributes of life. Since the way in
bathroom to take a brain had nothing, I began to consider
coming across bottles, and diskettes. "Three bottles at the
front door, two stick out kitty litter, three prikleyany
superglue on the ceiling and one looks out of the toilet. Just
ten. Yeah, not very much and originally, they hid them,
apparently, was still not enough. Tak's, floppy ... Two are in
my slippers, I almost immediately noticed. One hung on a wall
at eye level. That there written? Strake Lamer?!?! Well,
S-Hunter quite ohrenel! Five floppy disks sticking out of his
jacket pocket Graf'a, two more of his shoes. Sources, probably.
Graf forgot them again. At this time, along with rags. Quite
the seasons mixed up. Total nine floppy disks. Something is not
enough, perhaps again Fireman stole several items, svolochara!.
"Passing the toilet, I washed the floppy disk with the unseemly
words together with a bottle, which for some time resisted, but
could not resist a raging torrent of water and also went
nowhere, or rather, in the sewer.
And here I am already in the bathroom. Surprise! Today is
not nablevano! Apparently, was not enough. Pulling the
toothbrush out of the closet, I began to brush his teeth,
wondering why this is on the brush is so stale. Here in my
dried brain became clearer yesterday's carouse. How much we
had? .. I, S-Hunter, Graf, Fireman, Mr.Bad Guy and three or
four little girls. The devil, as they were called? Everything
was as usual fun fuck skillfully and with ardor progressive
muzak, bottles stood on the table in series around zakus. The
first three bottla passed to the "cheers", the following two
for the "moose", and two more for the 3'5 ~ drives and their
implementation in Spectrum circles, but for the last four
tanks? And you go, I went into the kitchen, drink a couple
liters of strong coffee. After a refreshing drink head began to
ache less. When I had finished the last shot of coffee, someone
started to peck at door with Periodicity at least two times in
five seconds. Wondering who was there such an impatient, I went
to open it. On threshold stood S-Hunter with swollen eyes and a
two-liter bottle Coca-Col'y.
- Ass does not hurt? - With a grin he asked.
- And why should she get sick? There are in fact no brains. - I
said, though he felt that ass hurts.
- Yes, no, I'm so, by the way ...
And not to understand what is this word said Hunter, I
waved his hand towards the table on which stood still
something which zakus. They sat down, poured cola.
- Well Tuk that was yesterday, I'm Che is not really remember.
- I asked, knocking a couple of glasses of cola and sprinkled
with sugar, salt cucumber.
It seemed Hunter'a now burst out laughing.
- Do not you remember? Do not you remember how we argued, as
has been fun at first, and not much fun then?
- Nne-e-t ... - I gave a puzzled, - And who was arguing with
someone and what?
From Hunter'a already almost dripping, so it was fun.
- Well, kolis! - I began to fear that this sort of
way implicated my persona.
- Yes I did almost nothing to remember. - Otmazatsya Hunter,
becoming slightly seriously - I remember there were two
konistry beer, eight bottles something stronger, I do not
remember what.
We were silent. I tried to remember, but to no avail. What
Hunter thought I could only guess. Judging by his extended
Roger, on a lot of fun.
- And who of the girls was that? - I broke the silence, trying
to look calmer, because I increasingly felt that I had yesterday
brakes failed and I'm breaking anything (just not with the
girls!).
On the face Hunter'a appeared slight bewilderment.
- Somehow I do not remember - he said.
"Apparently, it was a bit much - I thought.
We are silent again. At this time, thinking about one thing
- "Who was from a female? ".
- Frostbitten Graf appeared? - Broke the silence grin Hunter.
- Nope. How he managed to forget a jacket?
Hunter again zadrygalsya laughter. I had already begun to
suspect that he knows more than he says.
- Do you pohavat something to eat? And then today I just coffee
drank. - Calmed down, "said Hunter.
I opened the door standing next to the fridge in search of
edible and immediately saw someone bra rests near
bunches of bananas. Amazement I almost naklal pants.
- What is it? - Stretching his neck, said Hunter.
I turned around, showing the discovery. Poor Hunter'a again
proshiblo bout of laughter.
- So what other surprises await me? Maybe in the freezer
I found a corpse or part of a corpse Graf'a? - I'm angry.
- For you it can not be a surprise, because yesterday you were
here. But what about the corpse in the freezer - it is you went
through. - What was yesterday?? - I have already started to fly
into a rage. - You seriously do not remember? - Surprised
Hunter.
I nodded. Hunter wanted to break out again
laughter, but seeing my bestial face, changed his mind.
- Yes, I do not remember - he said uncertainly, and seeing how
my hand began to go through space in search of something
weighty, and the expression on my face, hastily jumped up from
chairs and slamming the front door and escaped.
It took half an hour. The horologe was 13 hours and 20
minutes. For this time I was so peretrudilis brain reflections
on yesterday that it wanted something sharp little. I've got
from the jar, pickles and was going to push it into his mouth
suddenly remembered that yesterday Mr.Bad Guy knocked back
sugar bowl, and now these pickles can be safely called
sweet. With the annoyance by throwing a cucumber in the window,
I sat on the stool, and pondered how unfair life.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Indignant who dared
use the bell, when I myself rarely allowed them to
use it, I opened the door. Graf stood on the threshold of the
red erysipelas, pickle in his mouth and a package with
something three-dimensional inside.
- Ass does not hurt? - He asked, nibbling cucumber relish.
I said nothing and looked suspiciously Graf'a waiting
even some dirty tricks.
- Hyz. Some kind of sweet cucumber. What is it with sugar
sprinkled ped? - Graf grimaced and threw the cucumber in the
window.
I did not remind him that he was sprinkled with sugar is
not pedagogical, but Mr.Bad Guy, and said:
- You're here yesterday, something that I forgot ...
Graf immediately once usoh and, without saying a word,
pulled out pack a blanket, put it to me, took off his coat
hanger and shoes and stuffed into a package.
- Uh-uh ... Yesterday I poured small ... That had done Delov
... - With hesitation muttered Graf.
I stared in amazement blanket.
- It's mine!
- Well, yes ... It just so happens ...
- How come? I'd forgotten to lamerovoy mother!
- Yes! - Graf was dumbfounded. - Vnature nifiga not you
remember? - Yeah. - I gasped.
- And about the power cord from the printer and the pro-hodilki
iskalki-ugadalki not Remember?
Then I remembered my awakening and the power cord from the
printer, which was wound on ... hum ... in general, who was in
his underpants. Well, about any there hodilki-primenyalki or
them there - not nicherta remembered.
- Well, ka, remind me of hodilki-primenyalki. - I asked.
- XLI! Before the application has not reached. - Grinned Graf.
- Well! - I started to lose his temper.
- No, it's about I tell you I will not tell. This is even
better that you do not fucking remember.
- And it's up to me, that I had better and worse! Go on!
Graf paused, and his shifty eyes convulsively, he is looking
what would change the subject.
- I almost forgot! Letter for you, just out of your mailbox
pulled out. - With relief Graf said, and handed me an envelope.
I glanced at him and threw him in the side of the table with
Comper, which already has collected a small handful have not
yet uncovered letters.
- Go on! - "I said sternly, and went up even closer.
- And I told you yesterday forgot to give the new sprites. -
Panting, croaked Graf and climbed into the bag, pulled out a
forgotten yesterday jacket and out of her pocket a box of
disks. I silently behind him observed. Graf opened the box, and
from it fell ... bra! A few seconds, we open mouths, staring at
him. Graf broke into a smile.
- So that's where she hid it! Two hours could not find it!
- What? - I do not doper.
- Well, you know, we played yesterday in
hodilki-iskalki-ugadalki ... Well, the girls took off bras, hid
... And we should have them find, and even identify whose.
Catching? I nodded. Graf continued:
- Well, we found eight or something, and two could not find ...
- How many have found ?!?!?!
- Eight. The two are not found. Eight plus two is ten, all
correctly. - Puzzled look at me, said Graf.
- There were ten ... - A low voice whispered to me. - How do I
broke some big ...
- Well, yes, the girls were ten. Three could not come. -
Confirmed Graf.
- This is not found? - I asked, pointing his finger at the
refrigerator, at which rose bra.
- Him! - Graf cheered. - And where did you find it?
- In the fridge.
- So, finally you have found five, I have - two, Hunter - are
also two, and Fireman with Mr.Bad Guy one! - Calculate, and led
Graf. - So, so - I agreed.
- We still remember, they were amazed, as Strake was able to
find more others, and even correctly guess who belongs to a bra.
Continued Graf. - Concluded that you all had something ...
Well, times have meant one more time poimeesh. And you have
done for winning for the win - just with everyone.
- Go with all that? .. - I gasped, feeling that now
lose consciousness.
- Well that ... - Hesitated Graf. - This is the most ... Well,
since you no longer little, you know what happens between a man
and a woman. True, there were ten girls, but it is not so
important. - What happened? - I asked, almost losing
consciousness. - The show was not held. You asked for another
prize. - What? - I felt a great relief.
- You are asked to leave ... - Began to Graf, but broke - well
Okay, I'm home it's time - finished Graf and disappeared.
Of uncertainty, I could not find a place and decided to
porazbirat letter from floppy, which already has collected a
dozen two, at least (since last month did not understand, was
in the scrap). It took a while. The phone rang.
- Who's there? - I asked, hoping not some girlfriend, with
where we were yesterday flooded.
- Santa Claus. - Croaked tube - ass does not hurt?
- Haile, Fireman. Yes, Ass pobalevaet bit. - I confessed.
- It's no wonder - with a laugh skazanul Fireman.
- Yes, yesterday was fun - I said, without giving mind that
nothing I do not remember.
From the tube again heard the laughter.
- Yeah! Especially you. - Moved the Fireman.
- Yeah. - I agreed, though did not catch up, why I was
particularly fun.
- He had to come up with this! - Amused Fireman, -
Use the power cord from the printer this way!
- Here's a Funny, I. - I confessed,
wondering what I could do this with a cord. Am I to myself
pushed him in the ass? Can not be!
- And your idea with hodilkami-iskalkami-primenyalkami me at all
subdued. Very original! - Continued Fireman.
I nodded, and then, realizing that the nod, speaking
on the phone is not necessarily surprised that this is exactly
what I thought game with a bra. That just do not come to the
drunken head! - A cost that your application to change the
prize for winning the game! I would never have traded this
award. Just think - once ten girls! Yes, and you have yourself
a prize selected original! - Fireman zahryukal pleasure.
I was hoping he would say exactly what I chose a prize, but
Fireman continued to grunt.
- Well, I just called. Bye!
- Bye.
Suddenly I felt completely do not care for what happened
yesterday. That , that was, I decided, and returned to bored a
computer.
The clock showed 17.20 when I got up to the death of floppy
disk with the new Varese and I decided to sleep.
Some time later I was awakened by a knock at the door. It
was already quite dark hours, seven or eight, probably. Rolled
with couch on the floor, I crawled to the door and tried to
open it, but the arm did not reach the castle. I had to get up.
- Hello, Strake! Sitting does not hurt? - As always with a
gentle smile and soft voice, having appeared in the doorway,
said Lisa.
- Hello, Lisa. Yes, I feel figovenko. Maybe I
Massage can you do? - Making a sad face, "I said.
I must say, Lisa girl is very naive (or just wants
seemed like it), and not say something like: "And what?"
as is usually mentioned by other girls. However, it is the
perfect balance with her appearance: the growth of about 175 cm
(I like tall girls, 5-10 inches shorter than me), an incredibly
long legs, from the which was difficult to distract the view,
great breasts, a beautiful a person with blond hair down to his
chest and that conquers closer look, and always slightly parted
lips, - all these it was impossible not to admire.
She looked at me sympathetically and nodded.
- Sign up possible? - Gently sprsila it.
Her voice and demeanor, I began furiously
pounding heart and I felt like the happiest man
in the world. I thought all whether it is in all situations,
whether it so speak.
- Well, I'll go? - She stood awkwardly on the spot, as I
blocked the entrance to the apartment.
- Of course - I suddenly remembered, and sat down on the right
side chair, hoping to see how it is pumping to remove the boots.
She entered, took off her coat and hung it on a hanger and
going been taken off his boots, but then asked:
- Do not give in to me a chair?
- Please - I gasped and rose up from his chair, thinking,
whether she saw through my plan or just sitting it easier to
shoot shoes.
Finally, we were already in my room. I kerf Sash! 'A and
sprawled on the couch. She sat beside him.
- So ... - Embarrassment she began, - I have you yesterday bra
forgot ... In the fridge ...
I pulled the bra from the drawer.
- This?
She nodded and quickly hid it in a package.
- All yesterday strongly typed, - the beginning of Lisa, - here
and climbed all in the head bad thoughts.
- What? - I asked quickly, hoping to pull out of it though
something.
- Well, for example, your argument about the plug from the cord
printer. Well, that you could imagine him in uh-uh ... shove.
And it stuck! As We were surprised when you showed up with a
cord sticking out of his pants. Tried to pull out, and you said
that you do not have that you're so more like ... And when
you're asked as a prize for allow you to win even a little bit
to stay with plug in ass, we are very troubled ... Although I
do not really remember everything, may all have a girlfriend.
I wanted to jump out the window because I was ashamed. Must
the same as he had done. Suddenly I understood why Hunter, Graf
and Fireman nothing concrete has been said to me, but only
laughed. I would not have believed them, and even in the face
be slapped. - And that Graf is uchudil! Imagined himself as a
hero, said that before house without shoes and jackets come to
that. A go-then it twenty minutes in this state. Is the weather
was not very much. -20 Degrees, probably was. Well, we sent
him, thought a minute or two escaped, say that jokingly. Half
an hour of waiting and not waiting, and went home. Ah! We have
fifteen minutes looking for your blanket and not found.
- His Graf early this morning brought it - I said.
- All clear. So, he shalyavnichal! With a blanket home was gone.
Not fair!
- And what yesterday was? - I asked, hoping that nothing.
- I do not remember ... Bottles to the ceiling pasting until
you stand in for degrees went ... Cat your beer watered ...
Firem an break through all of your CDs with the source format,
but could not get on the button "Enter" ... Maybe even
something I can not remember ... I got discouraged.
- Gee ... Heavy today morning ...
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