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Out with Bori and Allen.

"I am like a banana, yellow outside, white inside"

and let me share this Venezuelan saying:

 "EVERYBODY IS COOL... UNTIL THE COCKROACHES START TO FLY"

(thanks, Gabriel)

 

Ágotának foodporn.

we are throwing a party

and something extraordinary happened.

I DESIGNED SOMETHING. 
FOR MY OWN PLEASURE.

The story of The Flying Cockroach is that when I came home on Monday, there was one waiting for me in the living room. The size of my thumb. I wont get into detail, long story short was that after calming down (talking to myself loud - "oké. oooké. oké. jó. nyugi. nyugodj meg."- staring at that ANIMAL, knowing that I had to kill it otherwise I would NEVER be able to sleep again, also knowing that I had one chance, if I missed it, it would run/fly away and I would never find it) I killed it with one of my sandals and that was it.

Since when do fucking cockroaches  F-L-Y?!

so far

this is what i am trying to explain

monday - Season Opening.

Biking to Far Rockaway with the babes.

On the way... Balaton?

 

2 hours later:

 

another two hours later I arrived home and I couldnt feel my ass. Or my legs. Or anything else.
Biking is an amazing thing. 

sunday

jojo