, yesterday I was on tour with Ola Bean, The greatest friend the Lord and the Lord with a shotgun. The place of departure seemed a paradise - a vast field crossed by channels of water, lots of sticks and any urban Fafików.
but I was not aware of the surprises that I was getting ready for the Lord and his colleague, namely the firing of the shot, I got used to the sound of the shot. It was a little ridiculous, really. Do not run away in fear, but sticked to Oli Bean, only because she did not take part directly in the niecnym launder money.
But apart from this unpleasant incident (which reportedly is to repeat, free jokes), it was quite nice. As in all bodies of water encountered, these were also vortices, which drew me and there was no force 137,465 times that I did not fell into the water.
whole evening was then whining that the swamp smell or the well of sewage, but I really do not know what they are saying. Bathe you, everybody knows it. It may not look like being wet szałowo as always, but what to do - for a moment of pleasure worth taking the installed elaborate beard:
on fields there were plenty of pheasants, but they are too small to give them away to take a picture camera "Kodak camera for dummies", which used the Ola. Recognized as a deer, and for that is a plus for me:
Finally, let me add that no wild animal is not endangered during the trip, no one sarenek not shoot. Only I knew just by the mental trauma of light to shoot, but in my twisted psyche more specifically it does not bounce.
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