Wednesday, 8 April 2009

There is the slogan for the company De Beers: Well, as you say where is diamonds in the ass

Spam

To my business e-mail there are flew some special letters. know, these spammers are certainly guys with a fantasy. hat there is: Pugacheva raped by champinons . Excites my imagination. champignon was in the passive role of the object, which was carried out the rape - if the circumstances which led to that strange technical solution. or maybe it was actually an act of violence over the mushroom Pugacheva. perhaps she was singing near the plantations and ... Lord, get a real thriller. then better it will be mushrooms, let them be a whole family. Family mushroom Cons Pugacheva. plasticine battle. but as often happens in life, besides the beautiful bait under the headline was nothing intresting. Damn it, nothing interesting happened. fools, scatter flowers its my spleen.

Friday, 3 April 2009

For the needs of smoking intellectuals

unfulfilled expectations, unexpected confiker, not happened in time 
but the long-awaited promise "World computer RESET"
Well, these "coming of Jesus number two", while the first is left a bad aftertaste. 
or maybe all this contrary sluggish end of the world that is, 
one who waited had come and not to show it 
but more likely simply to us all sick to death 
or perhaps that personally happened to me 
so that's a nuisance 
and now! today! it turned completely my cultural hierarchy
to a state of erection in the cult undercarriage part excavator, 
it's actually a useful thing and a beautiful and heavy, 
reminding a funny story about non-existent Sparta 
and her, this thing, it would like a crown crowned Camembert cheese
witch I admire work of art and these two things, speaking in Korean-English "items", items, ITEMS! 
here they are for me to be worthy of the world's reserve currency. 
here you are, pay up, produce mutual. and i will go to smoking gunja. 
something pulls the last time ... to be frivolous. 
Well, what would be even to stick?

Wednesday, 1 April 2009

sometimes to fill good, sometimes to fill bad.

sometimes you want to be rude and abrupt, and people in general say that they are thinking but this is due to the fact that I was once a long time and in general a properly called intimate talk with the ghost, or more precisely a reflection in the mirror - because he tortured humself by their stupid caperings and the same mannerisms throud the life. And here in Mosсow as well as to the way we have throughout the city in all lifts some people handed mirrors. I was thinking who is might be intresting - to see his tousled sleepy face in the morning or pale exhausted in the evenings or on weekends drunky and realized that the hand is only the Martians. and they have so studied. because the best you can learn everything about the man, putting him long or short time in an empty room with a mirror. this is where it all and will be revealed. I like now when I go in the elevator all the time Korca front of the mirror faces and you know that. I prishol to the conclusion that it was necessary to me to be a clown, not a seller or a director or a hunter or a cosmonaut or what else we offer young people. faces because I know how to pose, and everything else is not very.and to the same faces I squirm with soul, and with a spark, and everything else on my drum.failed you and your profits in 1 quarter and the urgent need to pay VAT. way more about mirrors. There was one young lady, in shes bathroom i was killed in the heart:  floor and ceiling and the walls were mirrored this font) bother abyss, says Uncle John)))