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My story began with the fact that I drove two brothers - the second and the first.
One of me, before the golden parish, obdated by cycliste, and the other gave hydraulic spells intravenously fucking
How sorry they sorry that then the two of the day was opaled with a pre -moon moon night.
Maybe it was at all regret, but I know that the pain in their eyes was read for sure, yes

I remember that day as clear as it should be remembered by the order of church baptism.
I was 18 years old, on Moroz Street, in the pocket of Gondon, I am going to my friend Nastya for my birthday.
It was the 98th, in the power of Yeltsin, at the steering wheel, a lads, the hucksters had good and murderous herbs.
My brother and I went in for sports, let all the literary morals in Vienna and in the mouth of the fuck.

Every Pyozdyuk, every dog, and at the entrances every old grandmother knew me in the area.
Huli was not to know when the news showed the consequences of my mental seizures on the news.
Guests from neighboring and not quite near abroad began to visit our country.
And so two of them decided to try their hand in search of light money and fashionable sportswear.

These were two brothers, two representatives of a small, but very proud mountain ethnic group.
They did not yet understand the whole power of the kid without five minutes awaiting passionate Eros.
And instead of throwing a fang or love your girlfriend a birthday girl on a fang
I get cunts from two Khachi brothers, light is cut down in front of me and I get into some kind of hospital

I woke up, outside the window, in the ward one, smoked Apollo union and outlined a plan of its action
I dial the number of brothers, draw as it is, I mumble something and I hope in my soul deep for assistance.
My brothers are for that and friends, so that only they could write me a pussy in an alley
I listened carefully to their opinions, and I was inspired by Pahan's voice from a telephone tube.
Don't boil - all nishtyak
Put the fagots for the jamb
The head is broken trifle
Don't boil your brother all nishtyak

I run out of the hospital, caught a taxi, I say we go a bitch faster to an abandoned base
In my head, as quickly as virgins fuck women neurons gave birth to a new mast
I remember how in perestroika my uncle hid Kalash and the old shotgun somewhere in these parts
I quickly found the Sivols of childhood and without fucking coquetry I took what the churok Allah will award it soon

To find these scums, I urgently needed to find out their current location.
And then certainly I will make brides from the fagots and they will not be able to abandon my offer.
My acquaintance Lyokha had been engaged in robberies for a year, owned innovations and knew about navigation.
That's when I recognized the phone number I needed and was fully equipped with the offenders to bend.

Those I was looking for Abdroshid and Cumshot, and I still can’t say the name of them without hesitation
The miracle of modern technology in search of future suicide bombers showed us the way directly to the market
Without becoming to understand who is right and who is not starting to hack you, as my grandfather who had seen a lot taught me
He saw the offenders threatened with a stroke, put it in the car and prepared a long trip on a long trip.

We are going out of town, to Lyokha to the cottage, he has a basement that many assaults have seen.
To maintain the atmosphere of universal fun, I suggested turning on some fun muzon

In order not to cause dubious views and not to spend precious pools of the bullet.
We decided to work out fagging with our feet, make you eat shit and let the murderous dope smoke.
When foreigners lost attention, I dripped my eyes to one and gave the other a syringe in my hand.
One was still tilting about two hours, and the other killed immediately, like a girl, like a bitch.