Что хочу, то и ворочу, и никто мне не указ.
Kenji: No, this is not some romantic princess picnic. What the hell, man?
This is a manly picnic. No glasses. No napkins. Whiskey only. The beverage of true men.
Hisao: Whatever.
Kenji: And pretzels.
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Hisao: I decide to play a drinking game with myself. Every time Kenji mentions "female conspiracy", I'll take a swig.
Four of five, possibly several days later... (I lost a track)
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После этого Хисао, пьяный в драбадан, упал с крыши и умер. Отличная концовка, я рыдаю!
This is a manly picnic. No glasses. No napkins. Whiskey only. The beverage of true men.
Hisao: Whatever.
Kenji: And pretzels.
____
Hisao: I decide to play a drinking game with myself. Every time Kenji mentions "female conspiracy", I'll take a swig.
Four of five, possibly several days later... (I lost a track)
читать дальше
После этого Хисао, пьяный в драбадан, упал с крыши и умер. Отличная концовка, я рыдаю!