蘑菇

I can’t describe many situations in my life otherwise than with the word fucked up. I don't know any other word. this is not the end, this is not a fiasco, this is not a tragedy, this is fucked up. fucked up - this is a degree and has no signs. fucked up doesn't mean bad, it doesn't mean good. This is close to the word delight. If at some point I see a nuclear mushroom unfolding in front of me, I will understand that this is fucked up. but that doesn’t mean good or bad, it’s a vivid impression

Look, we're frying potatoes. We get “fried potatoes”, with one “n”, order. Another case: we were frying potatoes and decided to add mushrooms to them for taste. then we have a dependent word and it turns out “potatoes fried with mushrooms”, with two “n”s, but everything seems to be logical. or maybe there was a time when we fried potatoes, put them on a plate and decided to add mushrooms. it turns out “fried potatoes with mushrooms”, and here again there is one “n”. you see, it all depends on at what point you added the mushrooms

While reading a mushroom guide, I noticed that poisonous mushrooms have one common feature - a skirt on a leg. and then I was struck by a terrible guess...

what a sea, dear, we go on vacation to pick mushrooms and enjoy the sunset lips

little girl is no longer the same

-my strawberry rain. - my carrot. - cheesy, you know mine. -and my rain is mushroom

-Svyatoslav these were not honey mushrooms! Svyatoslav?!

So I went to pick mushrooms, and there...

- uff, the first time I ate mushrooms and such... well, at least it’s not buggy...