Analyze This.
last night to determine the moment when my childhood ended. I remember him very well and clearly.
Max, sitting at his desk reports that vkatal me slop pail in the quarter.
brrr .. this bug was schaz. my ICQ contacts:
girl Bo and Zhenya
read: dear, kind God .... I think nifiga myself I touch eyelash home
I want a loud, loud cursing, but zero in the throat.
I would like to strongly-pound head against the wall up, but we have guests (+1 baby)
Want to kill the fucking laptop and PC, but not strong enough to cut down yourself from the Matrix.
Popov in a rage. The priests did not mount clip, and today the whole day free. Popov is 8:00 undermining attempts anything sdelat, but hospital will not accept disks, and laptop video does not pull.
And they drive with the material and take the material in any way not obtained.
AAAA!! MAZAFAKA! Tear off anger on diskette.
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