Mar 07, 2009 14:00
[There's the sound of a small groan, rustling of fabric, and finally Lithuania speaks, sounding mostly tired.]
I... I never liked the taste of this stuff... and... and he always, always smells like it...
I'll be glad when I can take a shower that's... that's not, you know... that's not made out of... vodka.
Maybe I'll take a nap...
[It's quiet for a long moment, and then suddenly there's the sound of someone humming an old Lithuanian song before a loud sigh. Then the post ends.]
i hope russia doesn't find out,
event,
vodka is the enemy