Late evening, nothing to do
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and like shit on my shoulders a message fell on my pager.
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Panama: - drop things, take the lads - grass, come here,
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there is food and drink. |
only you are missing
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don't come - I can be offended
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Chekhov, house 2 - signature "birthday girl"
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I went, but none of us went on foot - there was no cabbage, such a topic.
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Drrrrrrrrrrr - at that time I broke through a little money,
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having bought cookies, he was looking for adventures.
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And I found it, it was not in vain that I walked along Sadovaya.
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I look, a familiar hood,
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there is a beard, two red eyes, a silver chain weighs.
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And then I immediately understood "this is Panama on the move rushing"
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Healthy!
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Healthy!
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Where?
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There!
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What for?
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Then, will you come with me?
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Let's go to.
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Let's smoke?
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Is there?
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Yes, there is.
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And here we are together under dope for Prem's birthday,
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we eat cookies, we quilt, we smile -
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This is how our life goes on.
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Panama, what are we going to give - do you have money?
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I am empty.
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Well, let's stir up something.
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There are two chervonets, we'll buy a glass of nuts.
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By the way, who are we going to?
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Yes, I'm f * y ?, a message was dropped on the pager,
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invited, the address left. |
Ahh - well, let's move on.
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Where are we going to hang out?
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Yes, you can take a steam bath - do you see the money?
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I see - but there is rotten goods, besides, fucked up.
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How do you know?
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Yes, there are rumors that those old women are selling shit.
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But where are we going to take it?
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Yes, fuck - you can take anything else.
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Actually! |
- let's give this fool
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a set in which there are two pans.
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Let's put dope in one of them.
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Yes! |
- now it would be necessary to cut through
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where can we buy this set?
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Stop - there may not be enough money.
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Then you need to buy flowers, though they stink SO MUCH.
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We are chasing - it's time to bring down, then we are driving traffic
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and not *uy will eat and drink. |
We'll come, and there everything is in snot, in a coma,
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and we wake up sober in the cold.
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As a result, we take three stunted roses,
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we find a house, we go in - we have tears from laughter.
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Fuck my *ow! |
who do I see?
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How you got here hasn't changed at all
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"f*cking like a cannibal"
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Yes, I see there are many of you here.
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Bro I counted fifteen
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Fine! |
- there is someone to anoint.
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Hey, where are your boys?
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Panama - of the boys here, only you and me.
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Plenty of food, water, wine, vodka and beer. |
Everything is beautiful.
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Well, to whom to give flowers?
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I see I’m a birthday girl, I’m not able to, I’m vomited sleeping”
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We'll wake up.
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Not worth it.
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Then I'll go to the kitchen, talk to that bastard.
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Well how are you? |
Where are you?
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maybe give you in e * alo ?!
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are you a piece of fat?!
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I suppose you already pissed in your pants?!
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Bitch - bitch, I didn't forget that the floor of Rostov fucked you off.
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Anna went scab,
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everything is very simple.
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Legs in hands, in a bunch of clothes
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— just put on your flip flops
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Well, why?
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I sent this scum home
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and you haven't put anyone here yet?
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Yes - no, while you were in the kitchen, I put the flowers in a decanter.
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By the way, I still left smoking
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- let's puff later.
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Oh god, what am I seeing?!
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“there are two beauties to each other ...”
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And out girlfriend! |
Look at the face of the snake
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she is only five years younger than Sophia Loren.
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Piiiiii * children of some kind, everywhere terrible * people.
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Yes, everything is fine, there is one in order.
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Well, where is she?
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Washing in the bathroom.
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Getting ready for the f*ck?
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What the Serpent, wanna settle down?
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I think she won't be upset
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Of course not, because today is a holiday!
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Which?
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Trinity.
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Trinity, what about these?
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Shitty question. |
Hey females, let's not quarrel, |
quickly in a column of four is built
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Don't you know how moths are hatched,
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then let your pack in the bedroom close.
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In the toilet!
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By the way, whose house is it? |
your grandmother
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do you want something? |
No? |
then ok.
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Just quietly so that they don’t yell * la,
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whatever |