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     In this issue I decided to stop experimenting with text.
People like runs about non-giving women and Danya Shepovalov, from
which is already turning me inside out; I had to read
Danya Shepovalova was out of interest, then they came to me
my friends and I had to read Danya Shepovalov and laugh at
company, Wrecker's passion asked to print Danya Shepovalova -
and I read Danya Shepovalov first in the damned donkey, then in
bastard Word, and then from paper. When I received a letter from
familiar with a reference to Danya Shepovalov and a postscript - “this
especially for you,” I cried. And I cried for a long time, remembering
how painfully it was to pump out Dani Shepovalov’s guest book, which weighed
either 20 or 40 megabytes.
     Here you could read a sweet story about how I
hooked up by a woman on icq, fucked on the edge of the Tsnyansk forest and how
After that my dick itched for a week.
     Despite extreme poverty, I only managed to get drunk
that beer - without even leaving home. As a result, the tee, through
which was connected to the socket the pussy was fucking split, broken
glass and the audio cable was broken, which caused me a two-hour
depression - because the computer is like youGuess it didn't work.
     Fuck you and that woman! Dick stopped itching and I
I didn’t even have time to visit a venereologist to check if I wrote the truth
Freeman on his website. It's good to be a stage designer! They would pour me some
all sorts of parties, they would shit on me in Totoro and Lamerji. Although
trifles are already shitting on me. Pussies.
     ABOUT!  I wanted to write a kind and cheerful review of Varez! But
I won’t write a kind and cheerful review of Varez - because it
you can read, for example, in the previous issue (it’s better to find the number
where a lot of different warez is visible) or it will be obliterated, in the sense
will review the Wrecker - in a kind, fun way. But Wrecker or thumps
either sleeping or working, it’s hard to say about the rest. One
mows down in a word (“Real guys. Don’t mow down!” (c) Advertising) Not up to
BOdY to him, the bastard. You'll still have to write the review yourself.
     I’d better go to the kitchen while mom walks the dog
Yes, and I’ll steal something for myself to eat.  Because it was given to me
free Internet - of course, with the aim of emphasizing the pitifulness of my
existence, and sitting on the Internet hungry is very harmful for
health, you can get hemorrhoids, stomach ulcers, curvature
spine and phone bill, you can do a lot by studying it
conclusions about my role in the evolution of the universe in terms of economic
relationships with the real world. Besides this, women may not give it.
     But after the ill-fated Tsnyanskyforests I was disappointed in
women completely - and gradually I come to the conclusion that women are in
the general mass of prostitutes and Jews. Maybe the stagers? In a word
whores.
     Since the bitch was so desperate to fuck, she might as well rent the hut. And
a real kid with money and money.  Don't grind mine down
the most precious sexual organ in a miserable little forest. Pessimistic?
No - if a hare or a badger farted on me in this little forest, then
it was pessimistic. And it's unpleasant. And so my friends laughed at
my scabies - and I’m sure this healthy laughter helped them in their work
and personal life. Now - the body!