Sub - Hello ass new year!

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  Hello ass new year! But in general
new year and no. He died because
masturbated for a long time on the linoleum, which
it didn't matter where to put your
striped member, occasionally turning into
mixed sediments of marl with glued
biomorphic limestone-shell stone. What
what is an ass? Maybe it's something we made up
reality, such a capricious old maid,
regretting her brown nipple, which
I forgot even at my birth when
came out of virtual reality into
the death throes that he gave her
a zoophile agronomist who loved to fuck himself
ass?  The tape recorder tore the vagina with its
speaker, making a sound like this:
like he was being fucked with a lawn mower,
running on Intel Pentium 0,
invented during the reign
Halleluhi.  But still the truth is in the Chinese,
who quietly do their job, spilling on
we are hit with columns of water from the ruffled skies,
sometimes similar to a tense penis,
slowly entering the agony of Hallelujah. But I
I don't regret my unconscious, which
went on an erotic hike. Reason
care is simple - the individual was lost
a Chinese man running after his hairy,
lost in the architect's door crack,
bonfireyour super-ego is still in
early post-incubation period
Mesazoic era, when bricks did not run
on their own legs, and on prosthetics made by
from gneiss similar to Philip Kirkorov and
Bari-Alibasov's poodles.  Oh!  There's nothing
tastier than female mammary glands
skewers baked in hippopotamus sperm,
who loved to lie in a crumpled bed
Pope of Rome, who preferred to sit on
the shaft of Ankle Bens, delicious
having become deficient in the vastness of our
vast homeland, occasionally transforming
into a giant phallic tree. And yet
explain to me how this is possible when she doesn’t
maybe? Or is she pretending she can't!
But I don’t need much. Am I a lot
please?  But despite this, that hippopotamus
left.  Why, why didn’t he leave? Maybe
he doesn't need much either, that's why he
didn't leave.  And I don’t need much either, but I
after all, he left! Yes, yes, gone and no need
make excuses.  And then you start: “Where, how,
why, eighty!"  And nothing else
besides, they will come up with something
come up with.   Why?  I'm asking you,
why?  Or this beast is like the night. But it's not
reason for such thoughts, if they
can generally be called reflections. And even
if they catch a gopher and make him sing
songs of the group "Caramelki", this and even this
will not change anything except not being mowed
meadows that flew away tounknown
worlds to copulate with humanoids for
obtaining a hybrid anti-tank
installations.  And even Moscow is no longer
third Rome. And even Rome itself is not
Rima, although Aunt Rima is not offended
Stasik, who carried out the defloration. And
even if we get crushed with a pillow at night
Chechens who have penetrated our consciousness, then
Rome will not become Rome, and Moscow will no longer
can fuck us with his balalaika
after perestroika arranged by little
a teddy bear who could draw
boarded up shutters and frozen summer, although
stones cannot come to life, but to hell with it, with
in the summer. After all, winter is more seductive - the cold,
ice, snow eventually and without end. But
and we don’t need this. We're fine as is. We
and that’s how we’ll survive, right? I might get killed
the first linden tree I came across.  And even this one
surreal act won't be better than
the most seedy sexual act. But on earth
there are quite a few perverts who shout that
they are alive or dead. You can feed at night
the sky is snowing and trying to take the land from
tramp, but she can’t replace him
faith and fun. Murzilka died on his own
funeral!   What a funny picture -
die at your own funeral. It's even
can be called lack of culture, where is
etiquette? They sold everything, even their virgin
spit.  No, to give it to your friend
to a friend on his own birthday in church with
candle instomach. We won't make it home in time
come back, although it's not too late to let go
sins to all, for the kingdom of God will come, and
the first drunkard you come across will punish you
the face of a hero of war and labor. And let the sheep
will be a sheep - they will never force me
eat your pubic hair because that's how it is
destined to be. The Druid cannot be like
to a peasant who fires his
pig, because you can’t do something like that
same action in relation to trees. But
yet this is the meaning of our existence!
Let the little python try to convince me
in this - he will not succeed! For he is not
privy to all the secrets of construction
mechanics, which is integral
part of the Therion group. And then there's a knock on the door.
I open it.  Being is on the threshold and
asks me for a bottle of vodka. I'm like
the true last Indian of the tribe
Comancho, I refuse him. What should I do? If
I will give him forty rubles, then he will immediately
will rush to the first store he comes across for
a bottle of vodka. What if I give him twenty?
rubles, then he will immediately go for
some kind of stick that will poison you.
Hmm, it’s better to give him forty rubles,
although at a temperature of minus twenty-five,
It's unlikely that anything will help him. Sperm all
he reached the egg, but couldn’t
fertilize.  They are for the better - nerves
will be in order, like a shelf on a shelf or,
even better, like the letter ontable.  Things
are done on their own, regardless of
what we see in them. Practice
of the world proletariat showed that
no music is music unless
it does not contain notes.  And if you decide
commit suicide, come to you
Zorro will come and punish you in the anus. But also
You shouldn’t be afraid of this, because with you
there will always be this sky.  The violin played
tearing its strings, which
intended for Golovkin.  No need
despair, my young tourist, Everest awaits
you!  You're on the right track. And your consciousness
will not be clouded at night, partially
turning into a sewing machine, which
stupid hacker Fedya forgot it in the trash
Cheburenko.  And yet (I never tire of repeating),
the truth is in the Chinese, I would even say more
- in the Chinese!  And you shouldn’t pretend to be
himself a cyborg killer.   And to be a piece
gas mask is the dream of my whole life,
although he cannot protect you from
sarin dropped by a terrorist on
Mongolian border. Don't be afraid, I'm with you
said the gopher, and drowned himself in the toilet. And not
It's worth killing cockroaches. No matter how they
cool, our smaller brothers. Greenpeace to us
bequeathed to protect them from all sorts of monsters.