Good meal, from the old pot.

 

Oh my god, this weed so strong. My mind blow up with the funny animated color´s pictures. I try it again with some final result. My hands are so long and short too in same time. Oh my god this weed is a very hard stuff. I try it again. My legs and body exploted with new experience. I fall down on my knies. And try it again. My nose rip the ground and i turn around. My father look at me and then say: ,,When you trying chop down the weed with scythe use a whet stone.´´

 

 

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