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There are three degrees of oligofrenia:
Easy: Repost of bearded anecdotes.
Medium: misunderstanding of bearded anecdotes due to the absence of a spade in them.
Heavy: Appeal to the authors of old anecdotes, with the blame of their ignorance...
In comments to the news about the Olympics, about the protein that prevented the snowboarding:
xxx: Belchon, running across the track escaped into the forest, instantly slid to the top of the highest pine. The blinking eyes did not blink, as the confused snowboarder wasted time and glasses. A servant of Russia whispered a beast and jumped away.
xxxh: Small at the very height of the transitional age began to wonder. I mocked him once long and bored for some bitch. I say, as a child, I would have been scolded a hundred times for this, and I am a fool, scolded you. He built a row, his ears were wrapped to listen to this, then he dropped out of the room, I hear, he balls through the closets. I returned, with an eggy smell, the belt stretches, like you gave me birth, you kill me.
I say, is it serious?
It is like this on the pants:
And seriously!
I shrugged his shoulders and broke him from the heart.
Cry, shout... The boy was offended, did not expect it to hurt. Who then reconciled with him.
After a couple of weeks of quiet, the shootings began again. But I am smart, I am now not even hinting on the old grandfather's method, and morality did not start to read. I say calmly and firmly:
Bring your iPhone here and I’ll be back in a month.
Little with the head down comes out of the coinat, in a couple of minutes comes back and stretches my belt.