For a start, a joke: (please read it with Mex accent, it is lot funnier that way)
- A day befor yesterday I met my friend Speedy Gonzales, and he had a gun, and he told to me - eat my shit. What could I do? I ate his shit.
- Yesterday I met my friend Speedy Gonzales, but I had a gun, so I told to him - eat my shit. What could he do? He ate my shit.
- Today I met my friend Speedy Gonzales and we both had a guns. What could we do? We had a nice lunch together.

So, after this illustration of suck-like-life hereby I apologize for not being active (as if anyone expected from me to be) for almost 9 months. That was an hell of a time for me, that included my university degree, promotion at the work and my father's death.
There, I said what I had on my mind. Hopefully I'll be able to express my artistic part of my shitty self some time later in a near future.

Till then - when you meet your good friend that wears a gun, just remember that steak has a lot better taste and that this friend is not so important in your life. Or, if you prefer so - start wearing a bulletproof vest, sou you wouldn't have to eat any more shit because of any of your friends (or relatives, as a matter a fact).


Women doesn't want to hear men opinion, they just want to hear their own opinion said in a deeper voice.