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and ppc:
I sit at the stop, so valiously, I smoke paffously. The people cost a man ten, all in their affairs... Well, I smoke a cigarette and shake up (not less pathetically) with my hand, knock off the cigarette to the side. But having made a hook through the stop, the perfect arc disappears precisely into the urna... The thought "how?". I raise my eyes and see the enthusiastic gaze of the whole stop, which somehow miraculously saw the entire flight. Keeping pathos and confidence in myself, I turn my eyes to the distance... And here I hear the dialogue of two girls:
...I do not envy his girlfriend, with such accuracy, he will hit the target through a condom.
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Have you tried to throw your dirty bulls into the urn on a regular basis?