that an old, fat, teeth-less dude with an ugly red, truck-drivers hat can make anyone happy. (not to be evil or something, but you can imagine the plot)
so i was in this small, cosy-type of a bar, with same, regular costumers and some creepy guys and few young ones, sitting cheerfully in a corner, happy to had found a place with cheap beer.
but, but the dude was seriously a bit retarded type of a guy, playing his imaginary guitar most of the time, and repeating the same "one step forward-one step backwards" movement all night long. And one of my friends, said she loves him. He made hers night. .. ?
just another approval that it´s not much you need for an ultimate happiness.
some are glad to have a piece of chocolate, or a cold hot-dog like me yesterday, but some are happy as hell to see a old,retarded dude. weird this world actually is.
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