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Exactly what I thought broUnless you're Spiderman, how the fuck do you climb 13 floors freehand while drunk? - Naah she shoved him out the window then made that story up to try and cover her ass.
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Exactly what I thought broUnless you're Spiderman, how the fuck do you climb 13 floors freehand while drunk? - Naah she shoved him out the window then made that story up to try and cover her ass.
Does the chime mean that he's dead?In Primorye, a drunk man fell from a high-rise building, trying to climb into his apartment through the window
Artyom came home drunk. The wife, seeing the husband in an inadequate state, decided not to let him in. Then the drunk came up with a brilliant plan - to climb to the 13th floor of the building. At some point, the unfortunate man stumbled and fell from a height - he died on the spot.
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That poem is beautiful, and the descriptions of the associated real world events are very clever. I really enjoyed reading it. Great humour too.In the city’s chill where shadows blend,
Lived Artyom, whose nights would never end.
With vodka flowing like rivers wide,
He laughed with the moon, his only guide.
“Just one more glass,” he’d often declare,
As the clock struck twelve, without a care.
His wife would plead, “Come home, my dear!”
But the bottle’s embrace drowned out her fear.
One fateful eve, the spirits took flight,
He stumbled and swayed, lost to the night.
Locked out of his apartment, a cold, silent plea,
He gazed at the heights—what could be seen?
The thirteenth story, a beacon so bright,
“Just a quick climb,” he thought, “to set this right.”
With courage brewed in the depths of his drink,
He scaled the facade, not stopping to think.
But the wall betrayed him, the bricks were unkind,
And gravity whispered, “You’ve crossed the line.”
A slip, a gasp, as the stars held their breath,
In a tragic ballet, he danced with his death.
Now the bottle is still, the laughter has fled,
For Artyom’s dreams lie cold, left unsaid.
In the echoes of night, a lesson learnt plain:
Vodka and urban mountaineering bring only pain.
Quick, check his wallet for, uh his ID…A couple walking Was like oh shit what do we do now.
Nice! He landed right on the end of the handrail too!In Primorye, a drunk man fell from a high-rise building, trying to climb into his apartment through the window
Artyom came home drunk. The wife, seeing the husband in an inadequate state, decided not to let him in. Then the drunk came up with a brilliant plan - to climb to the 13th floor of the building. At some point, the unfortunate man stumbled and fell from a height - he died on the spot.
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