UAF, send humanitarian vodka to Donetsk

A***not-so-fabricated story. There is a city called Zughres. An ideological dr**unkard lived there. When the shooting started, the weirdo asked to join the dinars, to guard the Russian peace. They assigned him to guard a bridge. For his ideology, the weirdo guarded it for 500 UAH a day.

The bridge guard was stationed near the bridge and, in addition to exterminating invisible Pravasekaf, consumed vodka in huge quantities. One day, ideological Katzaski guys from the FSB came to him and doubled his salary. The idea appealed to the bridge guard.

Vodka flowed like a river, and the bridge was guarded by a combat hangover. Katzaski instructors from the FSB came again and added another 500 UAH to his salary. And they mined the bridge.

Now the task of the super bydl-guardian was to blow up the bridge, because American tanks were expected. Callsign Drunkard watched keenly day and night. For the filling of his glass.

A**night did not fall, because it was morning. Morning with a hangover is heavy. Sudden surprise!!! Callsign Glass heard the sounds of heavy machinery! And blew up the bridge to hell.

The tractor driver, driving to work on a tractor, was somehow f***ucked. Because a bridge does not explode in front of your eyes every day at 8 in the morning.

Callsign Hangover, after the dust settled, realised, that he had epicly screwed up. But it was too late. The bad guys arrived and shot the bridge guard on the spot.

Moral: UAF, send humanitarian vodka to Donetsk. F***k you. Mega f***k vodka. The bydlots will shoot each other. © Adolf Donetsk