я люблю есть детские печеньки и женские запястья....

я люблю есть детские печеньки и женские запястья. а печеньки, ксати, с бегемотиками.

Lying on your bed, looking at the ceiling, waiting for something to happen. And knowing all the time that you were meant for something better. Feeling it.

Дитя чернобыля доит быка!

..Чьи то шаги, которые, казалось, я слышу уже давно, становились всё громче, приближались ко мне вплотную, оказалось, что это моё сердце.

Милиция отвали от меня, Гаишники хулиганы!

А та,что сейчас танцует, Непременно будет в аду.

you should be killed By an army of little girls

who fucked it up and called it love?

Соль в глазах, прелесть в плодах.

Голову кружит снежок - белый смешной порошок.

it's smthing that knocks you off your feet. and that is not love.

Иностранные языки половым путём не передаются.

Не было трагедии, но елки!

"Awesomeness now has a name. Let me introduce myself." (с).

Курица в шоколаде это не "Ананасы в шампанском" ;).

Тебе станет лучше, когда всё будет позади. А если нет- то хотя бы кофе попьёшь.

"Hands up who wants sweets! Hands up! Awwwwww. You've got no hands. Sucks to be you, sweets for me." STM.

С таким настроением либо вешаться, либо свадьбу играть!

«Кофе заставляет людей зря тратить свое время и деньги. И все это из-за маленькой чашки черной, горькой, злой, вонючей лужи тошнильной воды».

Ergo Bibamus!

I would imagine that if you could understand morse code,a tap dancer would drive you crazy

если найдётся идиот, который будет мочиться на сцене театра - обязательно найдутся мудаки, которые назовут это искусством.

«Эй, картофель! Зажарь мне остальных и, может быть, я съем тебя не сегодня.».

Если кто вздумает меня надуть, мой ботинок внесёт поправки в его систему моральных ценностей.
Ягодицы зла ждут его ботинка.

Before you say anything, I want you to take a long, hard think.... Longer... Longer!... Keep thinking... Keeeeep thinking... Did I say stop thinking?... Longer!

Давай как будто ты кость, а я голодная гиена!

Sometimes they fought and sometimes they fucked and there seemed little difference between the two.

Лицо у нее было очень подходящее для выступлений по радио.
I like to eat children's cookies and women's wrists. and cookies, ksati, with hippos.

Lying on your bed, looking at the ceiling, waiting for something to happen. And knowing all the time that you were meant for something better. Feeling it.

Chernobyl child milks a bull!

..Whose steps, which I seemed to have been hearing for a long time, were getting louder, coming close to me, it turned out that this was my heart.

The police fell away from me, traffic cops hooligans!

And the one who is dancing now will certainly be in hell.

you should be killed By an army of little girls
 
who fucked it up and called it love?

Salt in the eyes, delight in the fruits.

A snowball is circling his head - a white funny powder.

it's smthing that knocks you off your feet. and that is not love.

Foreign languages ​​are not transmitted sexually.

There was no tragedy, but a Christmas tree!

"Awesomeness now has a name. Let me introduce myself." (from).

Chocolate Chicken is not Champagne Pineapple;).

You will feel better when everything is behind. And if not, then at least drink some coffee.

"Hands up who wants sweets! Hands up! Awwwwww. You've got no hands. Sucks to be you, sweets for me." STM.

With such a mood, either hang yourself or play a wedding!

“Coffee makes people waste their time and money. And all this because of a small cup of black, bitter, evil, smelly puddles of vomiting water. "

Ergo Bibamus!

I would imagine that if you could understand morse code, a tap dancer would drive you crazy

if there is an idiot who will urinate on the stage of the theater - there will surely be assholes who call it art.

“Hey, potatoes! Fry me the rest and maybe I will not eat you today. ”

If anyone decides to cheat on me, my shoe will amend his moral system.
Buttocks of evil await his boot.

Before you say anything, I want you to take a long, hard think .... Longer ... Longer! ... Keep thinking ... Keeeeep thinking ... Did I say stop thinking? ... Longer!

Come on like you're a bone, and I'm a hungry hyena!

Sometimes they fought and sometimes they fucked and there seemed little difference between the two.

Her face was very suitable for speaking on the radio.
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