Book: The Heifers. A tale of false love

Chicks love to fantasize. They do not need the truth, but beautiful story.

It turns out that the whole Soviet system of foreign language learning was aimed at the fact that people knew the rules and could not speak.

I think you need to get paid from booze, tobacco, clothes and drugs. Oh, and coupons for meals at restaurants.

Women - this is my career, my poetry, my University, or something... No, of course I was never a gigolo. Just through women learned life, different social backgrounds, different businesses, parties. They led me forward, I was guided in this world by the outbreak of passions is worse than beacons. I all the time was not enough, I keep someone fascinated in someone in love, someone fall in love with, someone won. And winning, immediately began to fight for their freedom. It's a vicious circle. Now I realize that we still love each other mutually - the world of girls and Andrey Mirkin. I'm polygamous and quickly Presidium, they are terrible possessive and insatiable animals. But without each other we can't, "this is love", the song "Mumiy Troll". Yes, indeed - I may not meet the standard for a reliable life partner, but create for each her own world. Tell me, is it possible for it to blame the young man? Overall I am the perfect reincarnation of Casanova: single, fascinated and windy. I don't ask much, I just need to constantly surprise. Unlike modern men, I don't treat the woman like a rubber doll, which in addition has to feed and clothe. For me, each of them - the universe. Is it my fault that other universe is smaller than my kitchen? I am a researcher, not a stripper. I always need new discoveries. Is that too much to ask?

- So this time the plan is suitable to the two most tear-stained...
Or two with the greedy eyes?
- As a rule, are one and the same.

Playing "real friends", vodka in the kitchen before dawn, bloody passions on the basis of unrequited love, the torments of creativity, complexes unrealized.

Again reassured himself with the thought that in our country everything is done through communication, i.e. through the ass. To become a famous TV presenter, you need to first write a revelatory book and get the status of the writer. To be a writer, you must first marry a millionaire, who was to expose it, and to become the wife of a millionaire, you first need four years to work as a prostitute. Morality - any ***s can become a leading talk show "My family". Most importantly - a strong ass!

You know the worst thing in the morning? The worst is when, lying in bed, mentally you have already chosen your current wardrobe and trying to dress, can't find one or more of its components.

Damn life - no time to fall in love and soar to the sky, throws you to the ground.

We should take in the light sense, as it breaks the sewer pipe that floods your magical world of shit flows.

I'm more inward looking than on the sides.

I always someone fascinated in someone in love, someone fall in love with, someone won. And winning, immediately began to fight for their freedom. It's a vicious circle.

The end of another play - again boring, and nothing is found.

... to explain something to you is like throwing stones into an empty well. Echo long, and to sense any. The water will not.