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Almost not invented story about episodes of life of "the thief-the lawyer" who considered himself the last of "the correct"... Mzk1.Ru...Now for a long time he sat motionless, staring unblinking gaze somewhere at one point – in the light and is also a fixed point deep inside...

A critical look at "the most beautiful sport", its heroines and puppeteers... To admit, at first I wanted to call this post just "feet from the ears in rhythmic gymnastics", but a little digging into the subject, the author realized that legs are legs, but it's in the rhythmic gymnastics - the tenth case... That is, Yes, as for purely anthropometric data, the legs of these gymnasts are longer than, say, in gymnastics. Is it a beautiful sport?.. If you don't look closely, probably yes. And if you look closely?...

A few exclusive secret tips for real men. Current, future and even former... So, according to secret research secretly conducted of "The Clandestine Laboratory for the Study of Human Friends of HOOLIGAN channel", it is revealed next: If a man is dressed, a woman first evaluates his eyes. Then goes the study of his smiles. Then the height of the man. Further, each human inspects the hands of men. After all this is the assessment of its overall style. If a man is relatively naked (say, on the beach), a man's friend first of all pays attention to whether he has a abdomen...

A few futuristic and pseudo-philosophical remarks about the world after each of us, after people in General and about darkness as a picture of the world... So what will happen to the world around us now, when we leave, sail away, fly away - somewhere THERE, for good?.. Will it disappear? Will it collapse?.. Or will it just become completely irrelevant to us?.. Because hardly any of us in the form of ghosts or something raznomastnogo will remain here even after his departure and will try to finish...

Nostalgic notes about children's groups of Marxist-Leninists... Https://yandex.Ru/images I confess, the author is always hit and striking now some unknown, inhuman absurdity of these cries became verbal...