Am scuipat in ciorba

Eram la cantina studenteasca din Marasti, cu ciorba in fata, cu o foame de lup.

N-apuc sa iau o lingura ca ma prinde o pisare din aia de trebuie sa ii dai drumu, altfel iti sar ochii din cap si te uiti ca melcu tot restu vietii.

E in regula, imi zic.

Am o strategie.

Nimeni nu se atinge de ciorba mea.

Mizgalesc repede si fug la buda.

Ma pish inversunat ca Dunarea la Cazane, si fug inapoi in sala de mese…

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