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When Misha and I studied in the sixth grade, Stas was brought to us. He was inadequate to man, but it seems like it was not his fault. He suffered from some deviations such as narcolence (when people fall asleep unexpectedly), he did not fall asleep, but stuck. Tightly. That is, at first he flashed something, and then he stopped stopped for no reason and launched saliva. He came to his senses only after the whole class with shouts "Zyr, Rebza, the squash again had batteries!" He began to talk to him by the slaps under the back of his head and the fragrances for the seal. He was called a fool for his eyes, but saying this was somehow offensive in the face, so Stasik was called neutrally - Pisyun.

Soon, a mother appeared at school, who for some reason wrote down Misha and I in Pisyun’s friends and told us a lot of things about him. It turned out that there was a whole list of things like “cyclic -moving, objects” and “images with a bright color scheme” - which it was undesirable to observe the pussyun in general, otherwise there was a danger of falling into a specific long -term stupor or a dick knows what else. Misha spent the rest of that academic day in futile attempts to introduce pussy in a coma - he walked around him in circles, depicting a cyclically moving object, and after equal intervals of time he turned off the colored pencils in front of the fucking, depicting a bright color scheme. He looked into the eyes periodically intently. Dick there. Pisyun did not give in.

After the lessons, the three of us were already in the locker room. Misha is severely annoyed by such unasteihs, like a fucking comrade Beria, he pulled on himself his favorite miracle-seeker, the apogee fucking post-Modernism, brought from Kokovo Churkestan. This is now, from a height, so to speak, my experience, I understand that on this subject of clothing by the forces of the Tajik weavers, concurrently drug addicts and color blinds, artistic remedies were depicted by a heroin parish, but at that time we were sacredly confident that these were five green Riders catch black fish in a red field under the scorching purple sun. Whenever Misha put on this paranoia, turning into a continuous red-violet spot, I had an obsessive desire to clasp my head with my hands to run away with screams like: "No! No! Only my brain, fucking aliens!". As soon as Misha went out into this sweater in the street, passers -by began to shy away to the sides, forgetting what the current thought about, the young children began to cry, and young young ladies were abundantly menstrue. I personally, like some of our friends, the sweater caused bouts of nausea and dizziness, so I tried to look at the floor if possible. That is, as you know, on a sparkle-series, the cutting background of Mishin Sweater Nihuyovo stood out so. Yes, huli there, I will say more - there is no such background in nature in general, on which this fucking accessory would not stand out. Although if you live a flying saucer somewhere with a huge inscription "Earthlings! We came in peace!" - You can safely, dressing Mishin sweater, stand next to - such things perfectly complement each other.

The red spot shocked something like "happily, boys" 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 like a bunk - with a butter of his legs, an open lip and a blunt look. At that time, he was thoroughly chipped, I pumped him out for 15 minutes. Misha said to burn the sweater fuck.

Pisyun had a cat, they called Dusse. Dusya was a mercilessly pussy animal - it was shipped with a run into the walls, a fucking bang past a bowl of milk on the floor, made incomprehensible faces. Dussey, by the way, was pure formally, because she spoke to Dusu and Vasya and Petya, and “went to the dick”. In general, Dusya was not a tenant in any case - her helmet was demolished at birth, and according to the laws of nature, she was supposed to accumulate to hell even in early childhood, when instead of a little one, a darling mummed in the ass - but here, fucking, in the plans of natural selection The famous Greenpisian Pisun intervened. Defect