12-27-2008, 02:34 AM
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http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... itable.png);background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;"> Lyrics can be found here. -- Needless to say, he was smashed beyond smashing normally went. The reason? Well, there really wasn't one. He enjoyed the feeling, he'd found alcohol somewhere, and decided to try how strong Canadian beverages could be, having been under the impression that Russian alcohol was the strongest type. In the end, Nikolai had decided that the drink he'd found was absolutely vile in taste, but apparently strong in nature nonetheless. He'd dropped his map somewhere, and he could hardly think straight enough to even recall it in his mind. Colors were flashing before his twisting and turning duel-colored eyes, and a goofy grin adorned his handsome, youthful face. Hardly a year old, and smashed beyond reason.
Ni moroz menya Ni moroz menya Moyevo konya! Ni moroz menya Moyevo konya Moyevo konya Beeeeelogrevogo!!" He bellowed, suddenly bursting into an overenthusiastic, hearty laughter. He fell backwards in his outrageous, open-mouthed chuckling, bumping into the wall behind him (which only resulted in harder laughter). He didn't know how he'd ended up there, in a deserted parking garage somewhere in the middle of nowhere--presumably just exploring as always, but that was up in the air, as he was completely smashed. For now, he tried to continue the Russian lyrics--they were something about a horse and frost, but what did that matter to a drunk?--but laughed the entire way through, not to mention random interruptions of excited Russian dialogue to himself and swills of the alcohol. He always claimed he was independent, and... well, he sure was having a lot of fun as a drunk by himself, anyway. |