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When Misha and I studied in the sixth grade, Stas brought us to us. He was inadequate to the man, but it seems like it was not his fault. He suffered from some kind of deviation there, such as such as narcolepsy, when people fall asleep unexpectedly, only he did not fall asleep but stuck, tightly with his hair. That is, from the beginning he got into something, and then he stopped and started saliva. He came to Sebya only after the whole class with shouts “Ziryat Rebza at the moron again the batteries sat down” began to talk to him by the slapers under the back of his head and the lights under the cut. He was called a fool for his eyes, but to speak in the face is somehow offensive, so Stasik was called neutrally with a pussy. Soon, a mother appeared at the school, who for some reason wrote with a flight to Misha and me in Pisyun’s friends and told us a lot of things about him. It turned out to be a whole list of things, like a cyclically moving whore of objects and images with a bright color scheme that it was not advisable to observe the pussy at all, otherwise there was a danger of falling into a specific long -term stupor or a dick knew it still. Misha spent the rest of that academic day in futile attempts to introduce pussy into a coma. He walked around him in circles, depicting a cyclically moving object, and after equal intervals, he turned with colored pencils in front of the face, depicting a bright color scheme. Crossedly stared into his eyes. But Hu there, Pisyun did not give in. After the lessons, the three of us were already in the locker room. Misha, annoyed by such unasteihs, severely as a fucking comrade Beria, pulled on himself his favorite miracle sweater. The apogee is a whore of postmodernism, brought from some fucking Churkistan. This is now, from the height of my experience, so to speak, I understand that on the This subject of clothing, the forces of the Tajik weavers, the part -time addicts and color blinds, artistic means, a heroin parish was depicted, but at that time we were sacredly confident that these are five green horsemen They catch black fish in the red field under the scorching purple sun. Whenever Misha put on this paranoia turning into a continuous red purple spot, I had an obsessive desire to wrapping my head over my hands to run fuck so much with shouts like "No, no, not my Motsk fucking aliens ...". As soon as Misha went out in this sweater in the street, passers -by began to shy away to the sides, forgetting what they had just thought about, the young children began to cry, and young young ladies were abundantly menstrued. I personally, like some of our friends, the sweater caused attacks of nausea and dizziness, so I tried to look at the floor if possible. That is, as you understand, on the gap with a gray striped background, Mishin Sweater Nihuyovo stood out like that, yes huli there, I will say more, there is no such background in nature at which this fucking accessory would not stand out. Although if you live somewhere a flying saucer, with a huge inscription "Earthlings, we came in peace!", Then you can safely wear Mishin sweater standing nearby. Such things perfectly complement each other. The red spot rattled something like "happily kids" and sailed towards the exit. Turning my eyes from the floor I saw Pisyun. Pisyun was fucked as if he had caught black fish with green horsemen all night and now stood in front of me, such as binnered. With tagging legs, with an open lip and a blunt look. At that time, he was thoroughly stuck- I pumped it out for fifteen minutes. Misha said to burn the sweater fuck. Pisyun had a cat, they called Dusse. Dusya was an inconsistently pussy animal. It was stuck in the walls of the walls, a fucking nahl past a bowl of milk on the floor, made incomprehensible faces. By the way, she, by the way, was purely formally, because she spoke to Dusu and Vasya and Petya and went fucking. In general, Dusya was not a tenant in any case. Her helmet was demolished at birth, according to the laws of nature, she was supposed to accumulate to hell even in the early Detzway, when instead of tits, a hare in the ass poked in the ass, but then the well -known Greenpeiser Pisyun intervened in terms of natural selection. A defense -free dusu, he dug into some kind of garbage and seduced naturally into the house. It was finally after