Friday [Theme]

Black Friday 11.11 is long over, and these Russians still won’t calm down.

A person can live alone all his life. And what, maybe. But still, he needs someone to bury, although he can dig his own grave. This is what we all do. Only man buries. No, more ants. They say Robinson Crusoe was real. Then, therefore, Friday buried him. Every Friday buries Thursday if you look at it that way.

Us knows how to be good on Friday evening, we do belong here, this is our world this is our time, who we are, the three punk heroes in, and in bed, when all of us - and the shoes, and earring, and a t-shirt, and our fifteen years, and no chance to get laid, propped up by the wall, sipping lager, where getting away from it, shoot the eyes on the girl Tits, memorize the most beautiful, then Jack off at your leisure, and music - whistled "Sheena Is A Punk Rocker" the Ramones - what's Friday without, as before, Smaylz recovers, he will regret that he was not with us, which he did not see, and still wish that she was propped up against the wall boys, not staring at girls, a long-legged skinny women and such a cute mini-skirts and black stockings, tank-tops, zakamennykh all drinks that are in the bar, swaying on high heels.

- What day is it today?
- Fri. The day of my birth.
- Today?!
- Although who cares?.. Nobody cares...
- Birthday?!!
- No one cares...
- Your birthday?!!!

The end of the week, moral exhaustion, and the desire to have a good time - that's the same reason that compels millions of people around the world poured alcohol on Friday evening. Someone exhaustion from the hard work during the week, someone from the just-concluded concert, some even from normal inactivity, but all together drinking on Fridays to be ready by Monday to impose new burdens of its existence.

Friday, Friday, fair maiden,
Prophetic dream from Tuesday meet
Quiet is the night, the news will out,
The moon's path in a dream entice.
Amuses, amuse, Willy-nilly,
Darling wind will shatter in the field,
Serduszko a arranged again zagorcic,
Sweet speech you will give to drink.

I get nine thousand,
Them I have enough for thirty days.
And if in a month more days
I take three hundred rubles.
And for months with less days,
So I save three hundred rubles.
I might to postpone them, but!
Every Friday I'm in shit!

I think in our days Strugatsky Brothers wrote would not be "Monday begins on Saturday" and "Friday ends on Sunday".

It was one of the Fridays, which, as it seemed, depended on Saturday of her future life.

Every Friday a new beginning.

Week seven of the Friday the thirteenth and all.

Nothing can be better than a winter Friday evening, spent in good company in a comfortable place, where you can enjoy with friends and eat food that you yourself prepared.

There were no signs of trouble. It was Friday the thirteenth...

- Relax, man! In the end, it's Friday night!
- Today is Tuesday.
- And now Friday...