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August 26th, 2015

09:27 am: kā atjēgties pēc visas nakts klepošanas?

11:10 am: Islandes slavenākais dzejnieks Egils Skallagrimssons pirmo dzejoli sarakstīja 3 gadu vecumā, dzīrēs, kur viņš ieradās bez tēva atljaujas, jo tēvs vinu negribēja ņemt līdzi baidoties ka viņš piedzēries nepratīs uzvesties
pirmo culvēku viņš nogalināja 6 gadu vecumā: pāršķēla galvaskausu draugam ar kuru sastrīdējās futbola spēles laikā

savukārt te stāsts par vēl kādu viņa dzejoli:

He stood up and walked across the floor to where Armod was sitting, seized him by the shoulders and thrust him up against a wall-post. Then Egil spewed a torrent of vomit that gushed all over Armod's face, filling his eyes and nostrils and mouth and pouring down his beard and chest. Armod was close to choking, and when he managed to let out his breath, a jet of vomit gushed out with it. All Armod's men who were there said that Egil had done a base and despicable deed by not going outside when he needed to vomit, but had made a spectacle of himself in the drinking-room instead.

05:59 pm: Arī ungāru gulašzupu vini uztaisījuši no aitas

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