First big party (in Nadsat)
My droogies and I threw a bolshy party nochy last. Jonny shelled out a pretty polly, kuppetting seven handles of liquor and a keg that all the cheenas peeted away going "cheep cheep cheep" at a mere crack of the nochy. But it was choodessny, my brothers. At 3 am the domy of your humble narrator was still full of malenky devotchkas and malchecks. Not a slovo from the millicents; busyin themselves dealin with some common crast down on Jeffy and Figs. Jonny boy couldn't get into his room on account of all the lewdies going smeck smeck smeck as they lullilubbed about the staircase. Bezoomny sharps, flipping about their sharries for all to see in the name of Hallows Eve. A gruppa of chellovecks came by and blasted ohnassy musickies, hurtin my ookas and they creeched and shook their yarblockos in front of my domy while all the lewdies went "blur blur blur" and my funny droog Jay wanted his picture taken, real fanny-like. Yet I knew the party was well when we all crooned hey ya hey ya like a bunch of outcasts in the gutsies of prestoopnicky lost anguleez. When I look back on the jeezny of my second year of college, twill not be forgotten. Oh my brothers, your humble narrator was all drunky in his gulliver, not from moloko, but from joy.