Привет уродцы!
Как ваша никчемная жизнь? Все так же отлично? Ну и здорово! Я за вас рад, дебилы!
Можете поцеловать меня сюда>
Понравилось,уроды? Тогда чмокните еще разок! Я разрешаю;]
Молодцы , зайчики, сладенькая попка не правда ли?
Ладно идите на хуй все ;]
Времени нету, люблю вас пупсики ;]
Mr. an Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life.
They were a normal, happy husband and wife.
One day they got news that made Mr. Smith glad.
Mrs. Smith would would be a mom
which would make him the dad!
But something was wrong with their bundle of joy.
It wasn't human at all,
it was a robot boy!
He wasn't warm and cuddly
and he didn't have skin.
Instead there was a cold, thin layer of tin.
There were wires and tubes sticking out of his head.
He just lay there and stared,
not living or dead.
The only time he seemed alive at all
was with a long extension cord
plugged into the wall.
Mr. Smith yelled at the doctor,
"What have you done to my boy?
He's not flesh and blood,
he's aluminum alloy!"
The doctor said gently,
"What I'm going to say
will sound pretty wild.
But you're not the father
of this strange looking child.
You see, there still is some question
about the child's gender,
but we think that its father
is a microwave blender."
The Smith's lives were now filled
with misery and strife.
Mrs. Smith hated her husband,
and he hated his wife.
He never forgave her unholy alliance:
a sexual encounter
with a kitchen appliance.
And Robot Boy
grew to be a young man.
Though he was often mistaken
for a garbage can.
-Know What?
=What?
-Listen up...
=So?
-Well, Ur life is useless, u've lost everything...
=Keep Talking, retard...
-M'kay,maybe I am. But...
=Stop thinking, bitch! Tell me the truth!
-U've lost everything,cause u make horrible mistakes, there is no one in this fucking world to forgive you... U just a piece of shit.
=O rly?
-Stop talking bullshit, u know what I am about. U live in the world, which doesn't need u... Everyone want u to die... It's evident, u make people unhappy u ruin their wishes... but u stil don't give a fuck, do u?
=U're right.... What should I do? I know there is no chance to get an excuse...
-Damn it. u've done a lotta mistakes, everything u do is unforgivable!
=Yeah, I'm tryin' to put my soul in everything I do, but people don't beleive me...
-Everyone doubt in your sincere and when u do your bad mistakes, they will never believe u again!
=It's true, you know I can't live in this world, I'm not understandable... There is no one who truly loves me! Everything is fake, I can't be fake, It's none of my style! It's none of my way of living in thisfilthy world!
-No, u have no choice... Just Die! Do NOT prevent people to live!
=Ok , I go... It's my turn... but...try....just try... try to believe: I LOVE ! I CAN LOVE...
-
Good Afternoon Ladies and Gentlemen!
My Name is Andrew, I'm 18. I am from Komsomolsk-na-Amure It's avery beautiful town in the middle of nowhere. Our great town is famous for it's Oil Factory. You know, my parents and my grandparents have been working there since 1923 as engineers. We are very proud of our family traditions. My plans for the future are to finish our best college. And of course to work at our factory to proceed our family tradition. It is very hard to believe but we make a lot of money there. We have 5000 rubles per month,so we are able to buy cheese 2 days per month. But it isn't all the benefits of this workplace...We are happy that we have a great opportunity to go to Tuapse on our vacation once in a year. You Know, these are my hapiest days in my life when we are in Tuapse!
So...
Move to Komsomolsk na Amure and you will be the happiest human being in the world!
Misl v golovy:
Tak mnogo neyda4nikov kotorie ishyt svoi vtorie polovinki 4erez internet... A to4nee 4erez svoi ybogie dnevni4ki...
Polu4aetsa love.ru...pocelui@devushka.ru(mal4ika)... Etim bredom mogut zanimatsa tolko zakompleksovanie sozdania,
kotorie ne sposobni poznakomitsa s 4elovekom v jivuu, a ne 4erez monitor kompiutera. Trysost? Neyverennost v sebe?
Net eto vrojdennaia ybogost ...
Ladno devushki, ponimau - slabenkiy narodec, no parni... Kak je nado sebia bliat tak ne yvajat 4tobi poiti na eto?!
Neyda4niki vi rebiata, jalko mne vas ;]
Neyda4niki , Neyda4ni4ki...
Znaete, a vse je ia vas lublu, ved vi-potexa, yrok... yrok- kak ne nado, kak ne nyjno, kak ne pravilno...
Da i voobshe vi poteshnie do bezumia =D
Obnimau vas pupsiki ;]
Eto paradoks , no edinstvennimi kto otvetil na moiu provokaciu okazalis devushki,
Ne prosto devushki, a dvushki-obladatelnici merzkix dnevni4kov... Y nekotorix nety daje ni odnogo commenta...
Ia dymau eto kak raz te devushki, kotorie zaxodia na 4yjie dnevniki i pishyt v nix svoi ybogie mislishki radi togo,
4tobi xot odin neyda4nik ostavil y nix comment...
Primitivno odnako...
K vashemy vnimaniu predostavliau ssilo4ki na ybogie dnevni4ki nashix dyro4ek ;]
Predlagau ocenit ybogie dnevni4ki iz 3 ballov ;] (na bolshee oni to4no ne potianyt)
Privet pridyrki;]
Mne na vas poxui, a poxui lish potomy 4to vi-mysor. Vi laziete po 4yjim dnevnikam i 4itaete ix misli, a delaete eto iz-za togo 4to vi bezdarni i bespolezni v etom mire.. Vam prosto ne4em bolshe zaniatsa... Ia yveren 4to i v etom poste vi ostavite svoi nikomu nenyjnie komenti kotorie mojet zasynut v svoi ne smazannie popki ;]