Book: women. Page 4

- Look, you're a witch?
- No, I'm a whore, already forgotten?!

We do nothing but sleep, eat, lying fuck Yes. As slugs. Sliznevo love, that's what it's called.

Son of a bitch, I thought, then you have already two women, and in a minute already to any.

Education became the new deity, and educated - new planters.

I always want a hangover - and not hungry, and planting. ***La is the best hangover cure. As a good lubricant for parts.

- I want you ***at. The thing in your face.
- What's wrong with my face?
- It is majestic. I want to destroy your face your ***Oh.
- It may be Vice versa.
- Don't be so sure.
- You are right. ***'s indestructible.

I did my Indian dance, my belly dance and the dance "Can't - Shit - don't - Torture - Ass". Hard to drink when you dance. And it's hard to dance when you drink.

The stewardess asked if anyone to drink. By the time the drink had already.

I'm bored from this shit. Let's just talk.

"... your *** purple, bent like...!"
"... when I squeeze your pimples, bullets of pus. like sperm..."

With me sat Randy Evans. I saw it too, watching Lydia. He began to speak. He talked and talked. Thank God, I didn't hear it - the music was too loud.

Lydia liked to party. And Harry loved to do. So we went to Harry Ascot.

- Lydia, I love you.
- Fuck me to hell!

How in the hell these people suffer?
I, too, these people can not stand. We just drink beer and talk. It doesn't mean anything.