real life - women. who are they?!

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 Women - phantom or reality?

   Hello dear gentlemen stagers, non-stagers, fuckers,
punks, and other various glitchy personalities.  I'm sitting here with
terrible hangover, and I think, well, fuck that miracle in the sky
is he being cruel?  He did a damn thing, called them women, and
Well, he didn’t give me any fucking brains. Well absolutely!!! One thing is good, they all have holes
there is, and actually the variety is not bad, oh well, the market is not about
that... And about what??? Hmm...
   Breasts!!! No, boobs!!! In short, you understand... Ugh, not about that...
 in short further... We catch a moment of luck, we catch a couple
chicks, so that everything is in front of them..., tits there, ass so that it sticks out (in
in moderation of course, fuck us with a hanging lump of meat???), tarim means
it’s all a matter of getting to the hut, we’ll do some shopping on the way... Well, whatever
it's supposed to be vodka (we have good vodka... %-() , chicks
flowers, ugh mother, ice cream. I don't fucking think I'm hungover
they get confused... So we buy beer, assholes, wine there... We go with
crowd to the hut, let's start drinking! It means the evening is moving on its own,
the women slowly become melancholy, blush and go stupid (where God’s hand is in
fishing withwith their brains!!!  ;), well, that means we are not from them either
we're falling behind... 
   And somewhere in the middle of this whole economy, suddenly, out of nowhere
By the way, you begin to understand that no woman is of any use to you
will help... Consciousness slowly floats away in an unknown direction,
although for some reason the hands float in a completely known direction (oh
the neighbor has a nice figure...!!!  ) Yeah, well that means I woke up
in the middle of the night from a poke in the stomach! Fuck, well, this is what we need to do, wake up the guy
(crown of nature by the way!) in the middle of the night and demand from him
what he is unable to do in this state! For
is going through the process of a state of non-standing!!! Well, don't give a damn about these women
there's no point!  Well, not a bit of brains! Those creatures that do not fumble
stage members can't work when their brains are like
unoptimized squiggles of a sissy-sissy.  I can with
sleepy dreams of soft and sexy pliable spekovskaya
Klava, and not her naked ass (although just at that moment I actually
I can’t fucking dream about 8’(. In short, I didn’t let you sleep for about an hour and a half...
   And in the morning we wake up with our sidekick, and there’s no one in the house!!!
Well, I don't give a damn!  So I wonder if this is all a myth or reality???
Were those women there?
   And why isn’t that half a liter that I packed for the morning? 8-/