Author of quotes: Simon Slepakov. Page 2

The bunch I can see getting still the same
Such hypocrites and pussies,
Look how great the imprint of the cake
Looks in the center of your wall!

I said sorry, but I can not drink.
When you said, with herring, he told God,
I told me he meant had.<...>
I turned down a total of forty times five
And you offered again and again.<...>
So what are you hiding now, cowardly creature?!
Come on, show your ugly mugs!
For his words suchara, come on, answer,
Wanted me to drink that shit here, get.

I have airplanes, yachts and Islands
In life one care - a Home to sell.

Covered by the wild fear I'm mired in the robbery,
I steal on such a scale that even it is a shame.
That's before I stole cautiously, and right now, insolent,
And to ignore it is impossible my two navigation schemes
The country declared like,
Struggle such as I,
But I'm still out there,
And here, my friends.

In fragile condition live for many years,
I look forward to every day of punishment, and punishment is all there is,
I'm waiting for it to Courchevel and the Maldives are waiting
I'm waiting for him in the Mediterranean, with the yacht I can handle need.

Trying to meetings I sit with such a person,
As if all these years have been in the Church the Holy father,
My opinion expresses humility, I felt like in Paradise cherub,
And the right hand cover on the left watch Vacheron Constantine.

The woman-the woman in the Lexus,
Maybe I earned myself a car,
But thinking about it
Me finally destroy the man.
Much easier for me
To think that the car was received
The miraculous way
I, unfortunately, do not own.
And so it seems think
Without exception, all the bus passengers.
All because I said it
And disapproving look at the female sponge.
To, see it.
With, not, well here all are clear.
Sa, found a sucker.
La, La-La-La-La-La.

In General, we have great news,
On vacation, we go joyfully, with a clear conscience
As a reward for what worked we awake,
Luxurious yachts and private jets us.
Waiting for the Maldives, Monte Carlo, London and Phuket.
We would take you, just no money.
Chorus:
Have a good mood (and good)!
Have a good mood (health important)!
Good mood (the main thing is health)!

It was a tough year.
Was he harder than the...
Unexpectedly to us all,
He brought a lot of problems.
But come the new year,
It will be the opposite!
We he happiness will bring
You only need to believe here!

I get nine thousand,
Them I have enough for thirty days.
And if in a month more days
I take three hundred rubles.
And for months with less days,
So I save three hundred rubles.
I might to postpone them, but!
Every Friday I'm in shit!

Every Monday I have a cucumber,
But every Friday, I'm in the shit.
And every Saturday I'm in the shit,
Still half a Sunday I'm in the shit,
But Paul Sunday I cucumber,
Monday to be a cucumber!

From Svetlakov has a story from his youth about how he was riding the train and suddenly was awakened by loud screaming from the hallway. Shouted the conductor, and did it from seizing the original horror. With the noise, the passengers saw that the entire vestibule smeared with shit, and very carefully and almost without gaps. And in the middle of the vestibule stood a drunk man with his pants down and, swaying slightly, proudly looked straight ahead. The man was covered in shit. "What have you done!?!" cried poor conductor, having acquired the gift of articulate speech. The man turned on her a glance and, having been a professional actor's pause, replied, "And you prove that it's me!" This story really reminds me of how react our statesmen to make any accusations. No matter what - in the development of the budget, in the construction of the Palace, which is incompatible with the income and the existence of conscience, in orgies on the boat, in the conduct of internal party of a palm on the outer side of the pubic area (thank God that is not internal) is a reaction to all the charges is about the same as the man from the lobby. And we're a friendly crowd in this train.

So, all considered goats I wonder.
I possess a supernatural gift.
Finally I will send in the ass plant, which the country door handle gives.
Will people bring I good, people will bring me money.
Gave on the morning of the announcement, they say, in short, psychic,
At home carries a supernatural process.
Half an hour later, the people threw the crowd:
Who with constipation who without her husband, who is sick in the head.

Everything is designed, everything runs like clockwork we have:
Sale forest, sale oil, sale of gas,
Are the large deals with foreigners,
And flowing everywhere large flows of Finance to us.
Such a rise in the country had not seen for many years
Something to be proud of - there is just no money.