In a mole hole, they start to think whether Tomahawks are candy through a window or whether the Yankees did.

It was expected to be in an hour, in a minute, and it didn't work out well, sad and messy. The U.S. comforts the Ukrainians that, as this time Kacapia does not get over it, he will remember the “Rusian month”, but the substance is not at all, and it is not as attractive and full of charm as Americans paint it. It turned out that, in fact, it's not about the tiny stock of these magnificent rockets, nor that their production is there somewhere after the basements, and the consequence is in quantities for a tick cure, but Kacapia just took and went to the states, not a mate yet, but president D.T. is simply a mess.

Well, a carrier in Moscow announced that if the U.S. handed over Tomahawks to Ukram, Kacapia would hand over respective countries in South America (to which the U.S. is about to embark on a recolecation mission), that is, for example, to Venezuela, its flagship airbags carrying 10 times as fast as the sound, and thus the American boys must prepare for large losses alternatively of slavole with girls tan to bronze.

And here wanting not to want to hear what they say: Miss Andzia made a bridge and plays the mandolin.

It is apparent that these peanuts go to knock off, but whatever it is, it is simply a task first of all Primo which is hard or difficult, and beyond all, a very, very risky decision to put at the hazard the success of the Ukrainians and the death of many (even one) soldiers.

That's what happened. It ate, it ate, it almost ate, and it died. And the rockets are out.

I wonder what it would have been like if this thought with Kacapia peanuts came up 3 years earlier erstwhile Americans were building a supply base under our Reich. Would the U.S. besides then be scurrying and in Jasionka the wind would be rolling freely until today, as it was rolling before, and we would have no reason to be arrogant and glorious all over the world?

And what happens erstwhile Kacapia moves on to the celebrated pass (we will surely stand up to our aunty brothers beating) and Yankees pipes in the towns, due to the fact that they can score with peanuts. It's worth reasoning about now, erstwhile we haven't bought hundreds of F-35s, thousands of Abrams and a fewer carriers, than later, erstwhile we gotta break the rape codes to them, and here the hands will be shaking from the nervousness, that in a minute something may fall into the trench and make a mess, due to the fact that the codes are best to break before time, for easy.

It's specified a silent sigh from Crete Nora: any have invented a sword and others have invented a shield of 1 Tomahawk and others of the peanuts, any do not squeak but squeak and others do squeak, but others do not squeak. And be smart here.