We talk, we talk, and time flies, it flows relentlessly. Like everything else, it has its good and bad sides. late I wrote about KL Auschwitz seen with the eyes of a prisoner and an overseer, i.e. things that are widely considered gloomy, uninteresting and depressing. A long time ago. Then it's time to go back to reality. To our wonderful, wonderful, fresh world. A large fresh world, who else remembers? It'll be like 3 by three. The crumbs and the small things. What I liked or curious about. Be funny. First 1 off the bank. Advertising from my favourite progressive newspaper, section Best Offers:
"These figs of the Polish brand do not appear under clothing, do not oppress and lift buttocks. Perfect for tiny money." In the photo, sexy female hips. Part of the body of the ladies, which was erstwhile called "the remainder of the warrior" or "the vessel of pleasure." It's interesting that the hip owner's face wasn't shown due to the fact that why? Is that not sexism, not the present treatment of a female and her body? You can put your pants on a mannequin and take a picture, but a surviving female will attract more curious ones. Progressives, in the name of higher goals, that is, making money for a good purpose, slowly. Atoli here dressed in black lace panties, this is figs. paper specializes in specified soft porn photos. Trafficking in live goods is the specialty of a chosen nation. Almost always on the page of the paper will be a photograph of a woman's womb in an enlarged veiled pro form of a smaller or larger part of material. You gotta gain a surviving someway to carry the kagans of advancement among this Polish riffraff. Here we have panties that lift jobs, don't stand out, don't squeeze. Just perfect! And it's not adequate money. And those laces that cover and uncover simultaneously. superb pants! In advertising for ladies' products is the word: superb is so common! Changed to all cases. She's a superb friend. She's a tv show. Better not know. superb mascara, superb cream, superb dress, superb shoes, superb pants. Why not? If everything can be brilliant, why shouldn't pants be brilliant? superb and perfect. Isn't that all of us' dream? It's the password of our time. He was perfect for small money!
Another title: “These principles of King Charles must be observed by everyone. It is the kitchen.” Is this the King Charles who gave Queen Carolina coral coral corals...? I don't think so. I know. It is this English king Charles, who has had a royal stool, that is the throne, in an advanced retirement age, having lived happily to the death of his most long-lived mother, Queen Carolina or Elizabeth, whatever. Is King Charles' royal ass supported on the royal throne clothed with superb black lace panties? I know, inappropriate remarks. By the way, King Charles looks sad in the picture. All those years he waited, mediocre boy, it's been the best years to wait, then those average and further years have passed. Mommy was about to last him and solemnly bury him as an eternal contender to the throne erstwhile destiny smiled. He yet did, and he buried Mommy in his family's tomb and sat on the throne. What? The kitchen's in the way. The malice of the dead even touches the king. I say that neither as a life heir to the throne, nor as a king, Charles visited the palace kitchen. At most, he made a telephone call or a silver bell, as shown in the movies. He most likely hasn't even cooked tea water in his life. So what does King Charles know about the kitchen? I don't know, but the paper does. King Charles and the royal family. Plus 1 black sheep. Or just one? A small more and they will play King Charles' favourite dishes in his performance. I even have a ready-made culinary program title: King Charles' Royal Kitchen! In short: KKK. It'll be a hicior. Especially erstwhile the photos will take place in the kitchen of Buckingham Palace. I don't want to mock King Charles. I like him, honestly. Those sad eyes of his broken dog.
Another subject. besides from advertising, and we almost defile underwear, these are pants. Advertising of a fresh series of programs on progressive tv called “Hotel Paradajs” or something. The Raj Hotel? On the commercial, he and her. Young, beautiful, perfect. He - inflated meat and torso, which they did not show below. Eyes empty as... space, but the beard is trendy and perfectly trained. She's perfect. The fly doesn't sit. Hair, curls, perfect waves, outfit, of course... brilliant. Barbie doll face. Eyes empty like that muscle. I mean, deep as an oil well. But not oily, clean and blue. They kind of fit together. The question and the burning problem: will this inflated balloon and this painted void come together or not? Of course, they'll come together, but not before the end of the series. Whether it's in episode 6 or 12, it depends on the success of the show among the audience, that is, the ratings. The ratings indicator determines the number and price of advertising that is sold, that is, the profit, and thus determines erstwhile the balloon and the hollow will burn together. Honestly, for me, I'd alternatively have a movie about the sexual life of snails than watch the love stories of this couple, but tastes are different. There are taste and taste, as they say. I'm sorry that the lofty feelings of this wonderful couple, the couple as shown in this show, are so vulgar. In this program, and the like, falls full of words on em, or el: love, love, love. Or better from English: love, love, love... Hotel Raj. Everyone has the paradise they deserve. Is hell also? Hell doesn't exist, it's common knowledge. But paradise, or at least a hotel paradise for hours, yes, yes. On the way, muscle will fly a few, respective friends of his choice; Barbie's doll will score many men there, but in the end they will merge. They'll grow into a real relationship. And they're gonna be rumbling beautiful nice. C. B. D. O.
That's how it is, quite a few women with quite a few mileage today. Even trendy. More, better. It's always been like this with men, but Mr. Hardy makes up for that distance. For what? Fighting the patriarch? It's weird, actually. Our ladies wouldn't buy panties, not even the cutest ones, in a plump, due to the fact that they're second-hand pants? More like butts. They disgust due to the fact that they're used. Even after washing. I have a friend. all 2 or 3 years he buys a fresh car. Always in the surviving room. He's not curious in a utilized car. And he can afford a fresh one. “I don’t want a fart,” he explains openly. His car wants to fart itself. Do men like fresh cars, not riding and passing engaged? A controversial subject. If a female with a run, what run would I dare ask? A few, a dozen, a fewer twelve partners? Are hundreds acceptable, too? Depends on who. In the progressive newspaper, that I will appeal to this authority, they urge to gather as much experience as possible. As many and as varied as possible, let's say carefully, advise progressive experts in modern paper for natives. An impudent bride is uncommon today. It's a shame.
The lyrics of Agnieszka Osiecka's song, "Can These Eyes Lie?" are recalled:
And erstwhile they come together, erstwhile and again,
woman after the passages, man with the past,
They get tired, they get tired for a long time,
what to do, what to do with this love.
He's already seen them, he knows these girls,
With his nerves torn, which comes back in the morning no
Sam, he's heard of a broken life.
She already knows, she already knows these stories,
That his wife doesn't realize him, that he's not together at all.
They're asleep, she knows it by heart.
How to forget how to erase it in memory,
It's better to stay awake and watch.
Can these eyes lie? I don't think so.
Can I break my heart, etc?
A female in transition, a man with a past. A long time ago and not true. Can these eyes lie? Of course not. Bad poetry, good song. A song with a text, not a goose, a grunt and a scream. It's uncommon today, as is simply a girl with minimal mileage. Let's not ask besides much. A certain editor and another feminists will be very outraged at specified sentences. If men can, why not women? Yeah, why not? possibly due to the fact that a female isn't a man with boobs without a penis and eggs. Apart from the anatomical differences in the secondary sex characteristics we know, sex differences are much more fundamental. Which we besides know. On the another hand, there will always be amateurs of utilized cars and passing fiancés. all 1 of them can. It's not for me to justice or judge.
Finally, let's decision on to a more pleasant and lighter topic, to our political yard. This is the fresh marshal, the second individual in the state, the erstwhile communists of Włodek to widespread surprise revealed himself as a defender of our independency by attacking the US ambassador. The 1 who, in his youth, walked on his knees to Moscow, now defends us by the temptations of a delicate Washington. By the way, with a uncommon insolence, pour buckets of slop on the president. But that's not surprising. Komuchy and post Komuchy do so. That's how they were raised. They're expected to tickle you, erstwhile Moscow, present Berlin, obey orders and bite enemies. Combine cunning with insolence. Marshal Volodia as a live reminder of times long past. A character from the communist wax museum brought back to life. More importantly, who's behind him? Of course, he's our beautiful prime minister, Herr Donald. He's the 1 pulling the strings behind the scenes. Herr T.'s favourite tactic, our rice Prime Minister, is to let others go to the hare. That is, commissioning others, stupider or addicted to him, an ungrateful task of pulling chestnuts out of the fire for him. He's a master here, I'll give you that. He has successfully applied these tactics from the very beginning of his political career, that is, for more than 30 years. Today, the hare is the old Włodek Commune, who, out of joy, was pulled out of the closet, was wiped from the dust and made the Marshal of the Sejm, would do virtually anything. Nothing scares him away; no act is wicked or hideous enough.
What is admirable is the uncommon insolence of Marshal Włodek. The copper has the forehead of our marshal and Commune Volodya, I'll give it to him. For the recently born: a copper forehead means a individual highly impudent, cynical, shameless, scrupulous, and honorable. But given the legacy and the accomplishments of the ideological people, it's not surprising. Komuchy and another progressives have always stood out for bravery, courage and shamelessness. No inhibitions or scruples. Nothing fresh under the sun. Like the folksdock rice, what sits in the shade, enjoys and laughs in the kulak.
In ancient Rome were the dowry of the god Johnus. The dowry of the god Johnus had 2 faces facing 2 sides. Which symbolized the past and the future. The Slavs, in turn, worshiped the God of the World, depicted on statues with 4 faces facing 4 sides of the world. Let's leave the Slavs and their Worldowing. We have this happiness that we see the resurrected, live statue of Janus, in our Polish version. Prime Minister Herr T. and Komoch Włodek marshals combined into one. 1 to do the job. 1 target. 1 face, another face. Face or face? More like a mouth. 2 faces together. Looking in the other direction
Prusca murder
The Russian murder.
Nothing fresh either, we've had it for 300 years, Russian murders, Prussian murders. The continuity of history. What else can I say? I guess it's just that we've achieved the ideal. There are ideals above and there are... bottom. At our own expense. He was perfect for quite a few money. The perfect of submission and impeachment. Chastity and insolence. Shoes and lies. Which makes women's panties with lace, the perfect for tiny money, a tiny beer.
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