The Boogens

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11

Was about time fellas.

Bring that generator over here.

Alright, alright.

I'll tell you. I'm going nuts.

I can't take any more of this.

You know, it's been 11

days and 6 hours...

- Is that all you can think about?

Getting Laid?

I mean she's coming

up tomorrow.

I'm not talking about getting laid.

I'm talking about that's...

...how long it's been

since I last saw her.

I'm sorry, I must have

lost my head.

Jesus, you must think I'm a

sex maniac or something.

Actually, it's been 11 days and 7

hours since I last got laid.

Why would I think

you're a sex maniac?

What can I say? I looked at the

clock next to the bed.

I'd like to remember the major

events in my life.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

Come on. Let's go. Let's go.

Right over there.

Mark, we're operating

on channel 2.

Keep those radios on all the

time we're in the mine.

Right, right.

Any questions don't

hesitate to ask

Right

When we're in the mines the rules are

simple enough for you to understand.

No f***ing around.

Watch your step and keep

track of your buddies.

This place has been closed since 1912,

no telling what kind of shape it's in.

Danel and I have re-opened a lot of

these mines and fellas..

...as long as you do exactly as you're told

there shouldn't be anything to worry about.

- You got that Rog?

- Oh, yes, sir!

- Where'd you find this guy?

- Under a rock.

Good! He should feel

right at home.

Ok, move it guys.

Get going.

- Isn't Frank coming?

- Yeah. He'll catch up to us.

- He's gotta check in

with the office.

Great, Brian gets the trailer

and we get the shaft.

You guys hang back

about 10-15 feet.

What are we doing?

He's checking the beams.

See if we have to replace any.

That one's alright.

That one's alright?

That one's alright?

Maybe Brian needs some

help with the trailer.

You know I'm a good

trailer man.

Come on.

This one's gotta go.

- Why did they close this mine

in the first pace? - Cave-in.

I don't think we're getting

paid enough for this job.

Jesus.

- You guys alright?

- Yeah, yeah. We're fine.

- You smell anything?

- No, no. Why?

I just sh*t my pants.

You might already be one of

interrupt this little surprise.

I know what the blind Randes.

This is not blind got a date.

- Yes, of course.

He will come on the weekend to help Jessica to move.

Name is Trish, they went to school together.

I remember the last thing that you've got a date

set up, it's a great girl...

Quasimodo daughter.

No! Svidee you Trish. Really!

You did?

Furnished said.

Let there be light.

This is it.

Yes, you're right, Dan, looks bad.

This will suit you. What do you say, want to

Treis or want to peai?

Hell, peaimo.

OK.

Better hurry.

I'm telling you, with Trisa

to get along.

Listen, I want the whole weekend

to be alone, okay?

Good, turn on the lights.

I get out of here. - OK.

Has perfect tits.

Knock it off already.

Perfect b*obs...

- I'm telling you, I saw them.

You see them? Both of the two?

- Yes, we have taken a hot bath together.

Hot bath?

Hey, guys, we did a good job today.

Let me buy you a drink.

Not tonight, Roger and I have to pack.

She's moving into a new house tomorrow after work.

See you tomorrow!

Thanks for the warning!

Oh, my God!

Sh*t.

Damn deer.

Damn.

Shut up!

Hi, it's me.

I'm at home.

I thought I'd stop by the house,

to light a fire.

Coming tomorrow!

I got the earlier you do it?

I do not think so.

Listen, I'll have to spend the night here,

because the car was in the ditch.

Do not... Derailed deer before me.

Unleash it!

Because the car was in the damn ditch.

Mean me. There is no

food, and already starving.

No, it's fine, there's no point

izostane from work tomorrow.

I'll already be somehow

car's only problem.

I'll be fine.

I'll see you tomorrow.

I love you.

This unit No.147.

License plate number:

as Charlie, a B Baker

S as freezing as

and my ass here... 117,

Message received. I repeat: EBS 117?

're Talking today with the Guard?

Some 20 minutes.

82 degrees Fahrenheit and has a sunny weather.

Received.

I'm going back to base. End patrols.

Message received.

Now what?

To put the lamp?

According to the map this way

should be split into two parts.

Look again.

Well Brian, it depends on you whether

are you going to keep the bag and apron

Or you can choose a tunnel No.1, No.2

tunnel or tunnel No.3.

Here.

Collapse.

- Yes.

Why they closed the mine 1920s?

This is not even on this

damn map.

These maps are not good.

What do we do?

- This damn thing is 70 years old.

I'll be back and I'll call the office

if you have a newer version.

In the meantime, you clean up

points to this. Let's go!

Come on, Molly, you can not do that.

You have not changed. I still give

female names in my car?

I'm still better than Roger.

Do you know that he gives the names of their body parts?

You're kidding.

Are you ready for this?

Name him Herman.

You do know everything!

Trish, my dear, you should be

navigatorka. Remember?

I know it would be much easier,

if painted by

roads as indicated on maps.

What?

You know, the blue paths of blue lines,

red roads to the red line.

Yeah...

Well, while you're thinking about this,

we shall pay homage to nature.

You need to go left.

Great, now this.

Tiger!

Tiger, Tiger, Tiger, Tiger, Tiger!

Tiger!

Come on, Tiger!

Come on, little pokvarenjae!

Come on, Tiger!

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