un ir taču dzīvē tādas dienas, kas ir darba, bet modinātāju var uzlikt uz vienpadsmitiem.

kas vēl mani šodien iepriecināja
http://klab.lv/users/pikaczu/91961.html
man ir versija par trīsdesmitarastītigadīgo sirmgalvi
tas ir šmilkija sapņa piepildījums, nokrāsot pilnīgi sirmus matus

tārkie trauki, laiks vakara pračetam.

1
vimes woke in damp and utter darkness with sand under his cheek. some parts of his body reported for duty, others protested that they had a note from their mother.

2
sergeant detritus was merging with the landscape, a feat that a troll officer can achieve by simply removing his armour and sticking a geranium behind his ear, whereupon he becomes, being of a rocky and stony persuasion, pretty much part of the landscape without even trying.

you know, vimes, sometimes your expression becomes so wooden that i think i could make a table out of it.