И ЭТО В ПЛАТИНУ!! Аффтар ЖГИ!!!! Жги напалмом. Это шедеврально. Даже мих любимых бобров в прошлый рассказ притянул. Давай еще. Керо годен афтар молодец.
Это сообщение отредактировал VampirBFW - 4 июн 2014 в 12:52
Про ЛКН на приорах, про ЯП десант, via VK, уголок падонка, олбаниш (огромная веха в истории ЯПа ЯЩИТАЮ), Сашу Грей (сколько тем про нее было, а) и Медведя, Сталинистов (нас тут много) и "совкодрочеров", Николай_Дорого!, Чака Норриса (он тут столько раз упоминался, некрасиво будет не вспомнить о нем), Майдаунов не забываем - уже пол года как ЯП о них говорит, срачи собачники против кошатников, и мужики против баб - обязательно нужно, тоже часть ЯПа.
Хорошая штука, читал в 90-х наподобие...про нашего разведчика: За окном шёл снег и рота красноармейцев. Иосиф Виссарионович отвернулся от окна и спросил: — Товарищ Жюков, вас ещё не убили? — Нет, товарищ Сталин. — Тогда дайте закурить. Жуков покорно вздохнул, достал из правого кармана коробку "Казбека" и протянул Сталину. Покрошив несколько папирос в трубку, главнокомандующий задумчиво прикурил от протянутой спички.
Через десять минут он спросил: — А как там дела на Западном фронте? — Воюют, — просто ответил Жуков. — А как чувствует себя товарищ Исаев? — Ему трудно, — печально сказал Жуков. — Это хорошо, — сказал Сталин, — у меня для него есть новое задание...
Это сообщение отредактировал vog25 - 4 июн 2014 в 14:46
Переводчик ))))) - "Psak walked around the city alone. Everything was as usual : children riding on a carousel election , Keanu sitting on a bench with a fox , sad and ate a burger , about entrance Tajik red moccasins otskrebyval from asphalt laureate Darwin and muttered under his breath, " Ms. krovkishkiraspidorasilo is ..." . Psak pulled out a your iPhone for 45 thousand rubles , dialed the number and pressed to his ear , but did not hear beeps . Quickly realizing what was happening, she untied the ribbon on the overgrown chin and pulled the pink fur hat . Hooters appeared . - Hello , hello! I would like to sell a moped . Please, advertisement on Avito ... yes yes , the receptionist is ... proof ? Proof is not ... How yuh go on ? Psak perplexed put iPhone in the bag and saw her approaching Obama . - Hey ! I do not have enough attention from others , hug me all and sundry ! - Barack was in the mood , apparently , bananas gave the first harvest , they embraced. - Psak , what's your name so rzhachnaya ? " Well ohuet now .. " - she thought, and then remembered why Yaytsenyuha . - I gash new sanctions ! - Obama rejoiced and began to dance with impatience some Central African dance. - Barack , you can not just come up and take sanctions against Russia , - said slowly Psak . - Come on, it's so simple .. how to draw an owl ! Psak Rukalitso did , but then straightened out and has already done Orthodox feyspalm . " Though no one would have seen " - she thought, and for greater reliability ziganula slightly . - Obama , we all pissed away , be a man , bleat ! Come sit down and talk without witnesses. - Psak turned and looked at the young man in white sweat pants and a leather jacket . The guy looked sad look on her. They came to the bench and sat down . Keanu and foxes look at Obama with a slight smile and wonder , both on their heads were what that strange woolly hats foil . - Fuck you goof ! - They said simultaneously , pointedly move on another bench and began snapping Semyon . - And you but UPRT ! - Quietly, so no one heard Obama thought to himself . - Instead of a thousand words ... - in response thought Psak . From the entrance Klitschko ran and ran toward them . - Uncle, let the cookies ! - Of course we give , the next question , please - said Psak did pokerfeys . - In the future will be able to see not only all ... - Okay, okay, uboltal , yukodrocher damn ! - Interrupted Psak - on here , hell, just do not let friends ! - With these words, she gave him a cookie . Klitschko bit off , laughed , sprinkled with flour and swung himself turntable his jaw. Suddenly in the distance and there was applause sounded anthem UWB . Everyone stood up and put his hands to his chest. "They do that , its not that there ? " - Psak thought , but did not remove his hands . Another batutonavt to conquer the unknown space. Ten paces came savory slap the ground. Janitor in red MOKAS just squatting on Cortana cigarette in a public place , with a sigh and stood up , saying, " I am your house pipe reeling heap fly bleat " and began to scour the asphalt. Churkin was sitting on a nearby bench in a coat and eating ice cream . "For nehuy " - he thought, and smiled mysteriously ..."
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