The feed:
The grasshoppers! Cut the grass!
The Cutters Brigade! The Bourbon!
The grasshoppers! The landscape cubism.
The grasshoppers! The abstractionism!

The feed:
A large perforator. It is concrete!
The damned neighbor. The eternal repair.
A large perforator. There is no complaint!
A large perforator. I am that neighbor!

I came home and saw my son with painted eyes, in his wife’s boots and in her shirt. On his head was strangely bound her board cloth, and in his hands a gun. I was a little frightened by this appearance, and then the son also told us and his wife that he wanted to grow his hair so that he would have a haircut. At that time I felt very bad. He is only eight years old, and so is it. Where and what we missed in his education. And then he asked me and his wife, “Well, am I like Jack the Sparrow?” Fououououououh. I have never experienced such relief before.)

Decolte - a trainer for the development of peripheral vision of men.

I come to the Russian Post - you need to send a letter (with important papers). After a long wait in line, I approach the box and say:
You need to send this letter in the fastest way.
To what a woman, looking at me, with an indignant face answers:
Young man, you have come to the mail.

From the correspondence:
I am not selenium in chemistry.
You are not an olympic in Russian.

Only in the first few weeks. In three or four months, the night of love is already "you that, tomorrow to work for me," in six months, twice a week - it is already "we just fucked." If you take a half-year break - it will be a honeymoon again, and then again, I am so passionate, so passionate, sometimes even twice a month.

Well, if you lie down drunk, stinking, unbarred, and still screaming just sucked, why be surprised?

For and Against Feminism.
Hand in hand and sit down. struck in the corner

You are a fool, not a feminist.

I am a feminist. One on the words of a feminist was once very surprised when in response to the scarf she flew back. The rights are equal, but only men can be beaten.

Fantasy as well. I don’t believe your story even on youtuber. Yes, if you didn’t know, then men can’t be beaten as well, so you could calmly have a statement on her, but you’t do that, a feminist? By the way, men beat women more often than their brother. And if for you the first association with equality is a call to give in the mouth, then everything with your level of development is clear.

A black, thick, strong and independent feminist — a vegan lesbian of Jewish origin, who professes Islam, has insulted everything that is happening.

> and yes Do you want equal rights? Give them equal duties.
And there is no need to talk about the "birth", many are not going to give birth in principle. So you can solve this question very simply - you don't want to go to the army, give birth to 3 children.

Yes with pleasure! Better an army than 25 years of hell with children (this is if you are not lucky from the first time to be born a triple).
Just don’t forget to shut your gentle mouth when you think you’re going to grasp, “Baby, your business is to give birth!”

H to M to D. The couple.
We walked around the city all night, putting out photos in the morning.
He has a cemetery for domestic animals and some ruins. It has dawn.
It is romance!

of equal rights
He writes the samurai.
behind the strapon.

Gudez-z-z: There is love in the air. In the form of mosquitoes that melt!

When I suddenly realized about feminism.
I was sitting in the car drinking beer, I went out to pour excuses. There the locals before "feared, well, and took up.
The woman in the car, beating silently, has already struck off her legs.
She says to her friend, where is her husband? As if he went out. What are the blisters in the bushes?

Well, it is enough to beat out of the trunk - once the move, immediately the second from the impulse. minus two. He let go, he jumped up, and on the grass shouted a foolish idiot.

Then I took out all her brains. And I think, thank you, my friend. would be silenced.

If hell was abroad, citizens would be required to obtain a passport and a visa before death.

I stopped understanding why you – a stupid beast of both sexes – go to this site. Don’t eat bread, let yourself be ashamed of anything. Do you lack something in your body?
To answer only on the substance and to make it funny, bluff!

and because:

I have a question on the subject of equality. There are opinions that feminists are political activists fighting for actual, not imaginary, equal rights of men and women. And the type is good and will not resist such an adequate person. And now the question: why is the movement called feminism?

Men are still "right" and "equal" women. When the movement arose, they were still "righter" and "equal" - for example, women could not vote, they could not have property, they could not work, and a lot of things in general. How would you propose to call this movement in its beginnings? Will we look at the roots or stick to the beads?

I am studying in Italy. A couple of months ago we had such a “scandal”: I, this same friend and a company from the parallel class were standing in the school yard and talking. Among these guys was a new guy – an African (he is an Italian, just a black).

Well, they joked, they went on to stereotypical jokes, jokes about vodka and communists were poured into my address and jokes about a friend's "stupid" blondes (she is a natural blonde). Most of all, of course, the black guy joked. Absolutely no one was hurt, everyone was perceived normally. And then a friend joked about black, something about bananas and the jungle said, I don't remember exactly. Black got angry as I don’t know what, broke up, said, we are racists, and what shit at all, and so on. The girlfriend also got angry with him, saying that you can joke about the rest, but about you not, what nonsense?

As a result, everyone came to the director, because the black man officially complained about “insulting a racist character” (I don’t know how correctly translated into Russian).



A friend told her that she had to apologize to him before the whole school. She refused, unless he did the same for his jokes about the blonde. He said that joking about blondes is not racism and nothing at all, so only she should apologize. After this phrase she issued:

"Do you know why I can't be called a racist? Because I don’t even divide people into “races” like dogs. For me, the color of skin, hair or eyes is a purely national or just an external feature. Therefore, jokes about blondes do not offend me as much as jokes about black people and national stereotypes would offend me. But the fact that you share these types of undercover shows that you are the only racist here. You can’t joke about black people, you can’t joke about white people. So he went off, a crazy racist.”



The crazy racist did not know what to answer, and a friend came out the winner of this scandal. Those are things. Good you and less inadequate blacks in life)

Following the traces of loss: It was proposed by UEFA to leave us normally, by disqualification, by filling the mouths of the English, there was no use to play football))

This spring, the whole family and friends arranged a car trip around Europe. Started in Poland. One surprising thing is that there are a lot of female long-distance drivers on the roads. Well, or long-distance drivers, it’s already Grammar Nazis let them understand. How much do we have, according to the former sovka? This is the REAL difference between "rights" on paper and rights. No one, I think, forcibly pushed them into this profession, just as anyone likes. Ordinary such seemingly women quietly drive huge furas, calmly ride, nobody fails from this. So here are the disrespectful idiots, the egg-bearers of all the fat that shout "and you don’t go into the loaders-fighters-miners". Not all women want to sit in the office and be fairy, unfortunately. Like men, women are very different. And if women get the REAL right to work in such areas, they will work. And you will see them, and they will do better than men. Well, you who can’t think fucking, live on in your own world, where not all women know the school course of mathematics, because they are the same women, fainting from a finger cut or a mouse look and can only talk about a shirt.