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@nibiru27 3 ай бұрын

pierwszy

@webi80 3 ай бұрын

Nosz kurna przepiękne. Król w temperaturze ciała nie daje ciała.

@MrDarkHeavy 3 ай бұрын

Wrak człowieka, kroczącemu ku przepaści.

@szafiiix 3 ай бұрын

I znów dobro zatriumfowało 🤗

@badaczmcbill8093 3 ай бұрын

Żubro zatriumfowało :D

@mateuszmateo6731 3 ай бұрын

Fajnie, bez stresu, cieszymy się każdą chwilą. A piwo jest jak eliksir młodości.

@TheMiodzio47 3 ай бұрын

Billy Joel - Captain Jack @cellytron „I remember vividly the first time I ever heard this song. I was 16, driving with my aging hippie mother who had just gotten the greatest hits album. She put the tape in the car’s tape deck as we drove through a cold, gray, drizzly late autumn night. “Oh, I hate this song,” she said. “Have you ever heard it? I’ll leave it on if you want to hear it.” I hadn’t. But I was immediately spellbound. The song felt like it was written just for me: an unhappy teenager, not living to my fullest potential and not caring, resenting everything the adults wanted me to be, hating the way I was, hating everything around me, dropping out of school, looking for something, anything, to make me feel alive for a couple minutes. I didn’t have a major drug problem, but I was well acquainted with Percocet and Vicodin. I knew all about that “special island” that used to be only a thought away when I was a child, but which was now all but inaccessible, except when I was high. Soon it would be inaccessible even then. I know the song was written about a total wannabe loser with a fucked up home life, but that’s what I was, and it was like someone finally saw me and didn’t just roll their eyes or turn away with disgust. My mother knew all of this about me and was often the only adult who didn’t yell “where did I go wrong, you had so much potential and now look at you”. Much. Sometimes she did. Sometimes everyone did. But listen, what I choose to remember about this song and my relationship with my mother is how, a few days later, I failed to make my bed before school. When I got home, she had done it for me. When I said, “oh cool, thanks,” she replied with, “Well you’re sixteen and still your mother makes your bed… and that’s tooooo looooong!” We were both laughing and I was like, “At least I’m not 21! I still have 5 years to go!” After that, any time she would make my bed for me, we’d both sing, “and that’s tooooo looooong!” Until I eventually got in the habit of doing it myself 😂 I’m 39 now, she’s been gone a year and a half. But I still think of this song whenever I’m making my bed. I still can’t get to that damn island.”