после десяти лет моего отсутствия здесь, я обнаружил, что Лирушечка
сильно изменилась : домохозяйки, тошнотворные стишочки, рецепты
кексиков и посты о кошечках,- what a fuck is going on?

где люди, блядь?
где бляди, блядь?

или я просто разучился здесь навигировать, может быть.

да, ещё умилило то, что дневники теперь определяют по "авторитетности",
очень мило..)) авторитетные любители вязания и говно-стишков.

Renton: Excuse me, excuse me. I don't mean to harass you, but I was very impressed with the capable and stylish manner in which you dealt with that situation. I was thinking to myself, now this girl's special.

Diane: Thanks.

Renton: What's your name?

Diane: Diane.

Renton: Where are you going, Diane?

Diane: I'm going home.

Renton: Where's that?

Diane: It's where I live.

Renton: Great.

Diane: What?

Renton: I'll come back with you if you like, but I'm not promising anything.

Diane: Do you find that this approach usually works? Or, let me guess, you've never tried it before.In fact, you don't normally approach girls. Am I right? The truth is that you're a quiet, sensitive type...but, if I'm prepared, to take a chance...I might just get to know the inner you: witty, adventurous, passionate, loving, loyal -Taxi! -A little bit crazy, a little bit bad. But, hey, don't us girls just love that?

Renton: Eh?

Diane: Well... what's wrong, boy? Cat got your tongue? [enters taxicab]

Renton: [confused] I left something...

Taxi Driver: You getting in or not, pal?

[Renton gets into taxicab]

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let's go!

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