How do you translate fuck off?? to
Tagged: fuck off
XXX: Well say to you, plyize!
About the institutional KVN'e
Enotka: In short, the idea is this: if we do not think of anything funny, smart, beautiful, then!
Note: 1. we take a box of kittens 2. we put them on the stage 3. kittens chew, crawl, write - the audience rejoices, laughs, pleases.
And if the spectators will not rejoice and laugh, we will scratch valeryanka on the spectators. Let us laugh ourselves.
XXX: How are you? Have you seen?
No, he’s gone to Raid: ((
XXX: for what?
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In the meaning?
XXX: What is it playing?
UUU: in mint, blin, in mint...:(
Anonymous yesterday 2:29
Oh crazy go, I went with my husband, so he laughed all the movie... for me there were such awful moments, Freddie is not at all like that old good Freddy, the voice is not that... in general the movie is not very...
Anonymous yesterday at 02:34
Yes, you know, I fully support you, movie in one word shit.
I also went with my wife, I roasted, and she was sometimes scared)))
Listen, are you not my wife?
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12.05.2010
Usually calls that disconnect. Holiwares are compared to throwing a shit into a fan with a spade.
But here's a quote from a girl who doesn't like 23-26 year old guys, in terms of power, it's more appropriate to compare with throwing a shit into a 3 gigawatt wind turbine with an excavator...
I’m nervous that foreign girls are biting you.
Yyy: Well, I didn't tell you in that form, like a hihanka-hahanka, a girl bit me - and I said that a goat bite.
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[9:09:27] yyy: yes
Dad calls
You remember when you went to the kindergarten when one of your friends had a birthday. Her father was in the car. I greeted him and he knew me. You couldn’t say the name of that father. He is an electronic - we need an electronic now."
From a Skype correspondence with a girl:
What dreams do you usually see?
I: To be honest, I can’t remember the last time I dreamed anything. Whether because of chronic insomnia, or because of the strength of sleep, or because of an unpaid subscription to the broadcast of dreams...
Did you repair the antenna?
She: Oh, I’m not about that...
I am: Late :) by the table))