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This was a thing for a long time. At that time I studied at the university, and lived in a hostel. The university was a redneck, and the roommates in the hostel are still redneck, so I wildly wanted to move out of them somewhere.
And such a case turned up: I SUDDENLY had money to rent a one-room apartment. I found a suitable option, looked around, everything was fine, the owners are typical scoops, also, no one in the apartment died. But I decided to finally extort the whole truth from the owners (in the hope of bringing down the price). Finally, they admitted that they rented it out to some dude, but then they kicked him out, because he stank a lot all the time, and they
Already approaching the entrance, I could not help but pay attention to a completely homeless type: I had never seen such a neglected homeless person before. How such an amount of dirt did not physically fall off of him remained a mystery. It also alerted me that he was dragging a huge black garbage bag in both hands; the packages were obviously heavy, as he could hardly drag them. And he dragged them towards me, bljad. I walked straight to my entrance, and there was a narrow path, fenced with decorative fences, in general, it was theoretically possible to bypass it, but it was imperceptible to do it, they say,
And as soon as we caught up with him, he looked me straight in the eyes and began to mutter something indistinct. At the same time, he smelled so much that even holding his breath did not help. I, no longer hiding, rushed to the entrance and hastily disappeared inside. It was almost impossible to make out anything from his words, but for some reason fragments of his speech stubbornly spun in my head:
I woke up in the middle of the night, from strange sounds. Listening, I clearly realized that the sounds were not coming from the street and not from behind the wall - someone, bldzhad, in my apartment, bldzhad! Jumping abruptly to my feet, I frantically searched in the dark for something that could be used as a weapon. As a result, I found a penknife in my jeans pocket, I considered it fit, and, vysiraya bricks, crept up to the door of the room. Someone was in my bathroom! I could hear the water flowing and splashing, a dim light coming from the crack under the door… And there was a terrible nauseating smell throughout the apartment…
When I opened the door, the stench hit my nose so overwhelmingly that I almost passed out. It was the stench of stale shit! There was no one in the bathroom, and the tub was filled to the brim with a mixture of shit and water! The hot water faucet was open, and the hot water filled the tub more and more, increasing the smell. Then I noticed something moving in the bathroom. Looking closer, I saw that man, he was lying, almost completely immersed in shit and jerking off! Only his nostrils and cock protruded above the surface of the fecal matter.
Then he began to finish, and from his dick, gushing, shit scored into the ceiling! Realizing that I
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