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- Go to some party. Get drunk. In the end, fuck your wife, if she doesn't mind.
- She's against it.
- Then fuck someone else's wife!

There is nothing that the other does not bother, as the ability of others to relax!

To have a good rest, that's something you need to work hard.

Traveler climbing a steep mountain, with great pleasure resting on its top. But will he be happy if he was forced to rest forever?

And when they rested from love, he closed his eyes, and she stopped up ears.

I don't know what will happen to my country
I don't know what will happen to my wife,
I don't know what will happen to my children
I don't know what will happen with all the people,
I don't know if there is a God,
I don't know why Medvedev blog.
I surely know only one thing:
Every Friday I'm in shit.

Sometimes want to be alone, so nobody touched, and here as an evil all appear from nowhere and start to tell you you're depressed and you're sick. They do not understand that you just want at least sometimes, to relax from all and get my thoughts in order. At least a day.

Americans, you know a lot about entertainment but not pleasure.

Joint leisure requires subsequent rest from this jointness.

Save money - then you can go to Sochi. Not saved - well, then at least in Turkey...

The immobility of the colors I like just because it came after they had just stirred the breeze. The clarity of the sky affects us only because we've seen it in thunderclouds. And the moon is never so majestic as among tecnisa around her clouds. Is vacation can be really sweet without fatigue? Constant immobility - it's not even a vacation. This nothingness is death.

Every bit of your music is given to me in the back of his head. I take off the headset, but continue to hear it. You exist again in my life, in a different incarnation, but you appeared. Let the synthetic music, let wrong notes, but you are. I believe that you will grow into the Symphony, and take me entirely to himself. In your, no in our Paradise that we have built over the last few days. We will listen to the sound of our broken hearts to re-unite. We, like the may beetles, will warm the belly on a desert island. We will be silent, because we will speak to our soul. And so it suffered this fleeting rest. The sun will sting our eyes, and the warm ocean water, which is cleaner key will be to cleanse our bodies.

Never say that you need to rest, rest when you die.

The rest is what you do when no one tells you what to do.