1250 – a mark on which ideally a new smoking room should already be in a tanning puzzle, 1350 – good for launch, 1,500 – an extreme mark in case of unforeseen shit and/or total duration of all terms. Do not forget to leave a link to your current smoking.

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On the hairdryer to the flash. It was a batch before the bald one in business – everyone was bazaar in the case, but the lave was raised in a shovel when it was not a west to catch on another MMO or persimmony from Mail@ru. Then the bald one was swinging, rusty came, began to stir the water. His lads began to balabil, drive an empty, Knight in black. The shnyago on his behalf began to push not from the floor, like a bald one, but with all. And if you continue to indefinitely, then the rusty and his lads will lose the respect of the boys.

And it is obvious that the best option is to hit something in the area that I did … a grenade launcher … Having missed with a chance of 95% of the hit … having killed myself, the half of Tima, and leaving the rest to die. I hate this game.

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The newborn meme has not yet new sister casino sites gained a certain form, so it tries himself in various variations

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Having formed the desired audience and develop a certain course, the Memasik begins to expand and spread using video segments.

And now the Memasik about the usual villain from the children’s series is pulled out through YouTubes, clips, alterations, Fochanians and other evil places. It also helps his creator collect money to fight cancer, so.

Therefore, if you are suddenly called to the International Conference of Dank-Meme’S, you can definitely join the discussion of Robbie Evil and do not disgrace, blurting out some kind of game about the outdated ppap.

Senpai, I went to the event today. For an event-study. Which the fee was announced today during the day. Pizza and beer served. I went, Senpai. Arriving, I found out that the event would be from the Miller beer brand. The bottom line is that people are gathering 20-25 years old. They gave me me to eat. And hip. Then showed creative advertising vidosiki. Then the issues of the group for discussion. Like "What is the night Moscow for you". I told stories from life. Others told stories from life. Then, Senpai, we began to discuss the coolest parties on which we were. Other people pulled up along the way. Including shit mgimoshniks. Senpai, I got them in full. Because all 4+ years of study in my sharaga instructed me that Mgimoshnikov was not teaching, but all of them are shitty major, half of which then go to diplomats. Mgimoshniki retorted that Majov among them is 40%. I neighing from the bottom of my heart, senpai.

However, if you think, sang, that after that the Mahach began, then you are mistaken. After that, I, already staring 3 bottles of Pivandria + 150 ml of Keptan Morgan + having a whole poured glass of the same Romachik, became the soul of the company. I got in a marshmallow. I led all the discussion of the attributes of the perfect Tusa. All the rudiments of the gon on me and the waste from the topic I chopped in the root, sang. Under my sensitive leadership of the group, the organizers of the study received the best answers to which before the start of the discussion and hope could not hope. After which I went outside, turned on the music and fought farewell to everyone with whom I managed to get to the eye in the process of colllox. I lit the last cigarette from the pack, and went to the metro. I did not know the way to the subway, Senpai. I was in complete and ill -time meat. I walked, listened to my playlist, and asked each person ahead of the way to the metro, then about a cigarette. It was snowing. Lights burned. Music played. Everyone oncoming with whom I started the conversation was good -natured and helped me. I cordially thanked everyone and wished them all the best. In 20 minutes I smoked 5 shot cigarettes, sided with another 2, and the course did not deviate. I listened to music. I was happy, senpai.

What else to do at two in the morning, except for the old comments dig. – I’m Pegasus! I am Pegasus! – the cord rushed around the hall, ridiculously waving his arms.
But the smoking room was noisy and without him. Still! Not every day a bartender disappears, and not just disappears – it drags the devil knows where the moderator. Well, in the end, the smoking room is always noisy. Well, almost.
– Outstall! – The snake rummaged in a cardboard box. – Fucking like that? You want to say that a liter is: “Steg, you will not pass!”, And Stig is such“ Yes, I will pass for you!"There are mahch-machas and both fall into the abyss? – The snake took out a purple cylinder out of the box and put it on his head. Then leaned toward the Flutter, leaning on the table. – What else interesting can you tell me?
Flutter rubbed his forehead. He still could not recover after what happened. Everything went not quite according to plan. More precisely, not according to the plan.
– Serpent, leave me alone, I beg! – shook his head, – today you are too bored.
Nyakh, who also sat at the table, muttered something slurredly. He was in "sleeping mode".
– What, no one will pour more for free, and so we saddle, m? – Santa.
Nyakh threatened him with a finger and was already opening his mouth to answer Santiaag, but he was prevented by the roar that was heard throughout the smoking room. The screaming cord reached and crashed to the floor near the snake. This Volmart friendly set his leg.
-You are not at all like Pegasus, sweet. – yawned. – Sit down and imagine that you are a paralytic.
The angry abuse from the floor very clearly made the Volmart understand where and how to go.
Linukh shrugged.
– idiots, what to take from them?
Grunting, the cord rose.
– Shut up better!
The ax pierced the center of the table. A deep crack went towards the cord. Basted was clearly out of sorts.
– Sweet, you clearly lack friendship! – a glass flew into Volmart, from which he deftly dodged, – not spoiled of casual property!
Basted sighed and leaned back in his chair. What do not say, but arguing with Volmart was tantamount to the attack of the Jewlet with a razor or something like that.
The indest grinned.
– You ruined another table. – nods at Fleira who gives money to Kolchak. Laughs, – for once they argue, how quickly you will cheat your ax in the table.
Basted rolled his eyes.
– God, let them play themselves. What’s the matter for me? I generally …-something attracted his attention. Several people ran into the chicken in bandages, hoods, masks. They began to chant something, angrily shocking posters.
– Return us Medveda!
– injustice all the time!
– Blogs – shit!
– Rinat has a baguette!
Sharply moving away from the table, Piro and several more bloggers rose from their places. Woe-Protesters could only regret.
Mad grunted. He clearly enjoyed the sight.
– Already once in a week … they will never get tired?
Volmart significantly raised his finger up.
“Hamsters are such creatures …” he began.
The indest has corrected the mask.
– You don’t have to push speeches about hamsters here!
-Sweet, how will you live without my educational speeches?
-We’ll get around somehow.
-Such a crustacean like you can not do without them!
-Time, bitches! – climbed the snake. – Enough here to push about greenhouse speeches. I’m more interested in: where is the Chuvak-Bratan Ulter? We are waiting for him?
Santa lit a cigarette.
– Yes. He must come soon. Although of course the weather is not sugar today, he could postpone his affairs.
– Well, he must know what asshole of the world is now his brother! – the cord was indignant. – This can be done in the blizzard.
Nyakh raised a glass.
– For both of them!
Basted gave him a slap.
– Not now, fool!
Nyakh showed him the middle finger and again threw himself to sleep. Linukh twisted his finger at the temple and thought.
– Kotans, maybe we will arrange a batch? I thought here, on the weekend you can get together and ..
Flutter laughed and interrupted him.
– I’m sorry, but I’m afraid that again nothing will happen, like the last time.
Linux is diluted. The last few kneels have not begun. There is nothing to say about some planned streams ..
– But suddenly this time will be an exception?
The doors to the chicken opened. Two people came in: one in a cloak, all in the snow, the other only in a woolen sweater. A man in a cloak, shook off the snow, taking off his robe to the table of the participants of the recent incident.
– I found out where he. They locked him in Ivka. And you’ll pull it out of there. – Ulter said upset. He sighed. – Orlov helped me a lot. – Ulter giggled, – and on the way he lost his jacket.
The indest shook his head.
– Everything is very bad.
All those sitting at the table thought. Ulter looked around the chicken. Not far from the entrance, a full mess reigned.
– What happened? Fight? Fit?
Linuh sneezed.
– You can say so. The fanatics of Medved appeared again. They were quickly "cleaned up".
-Clear. Everything is silent for them. – Ulter rubbed the nose bridge. – And no one came for us, no? No matter how the bots come ..
The indest.
– It seems that this business was furious. Although in fact, I think they will still find a way to take revenge on us for losses. And they wanted to get a liter for a very, very long time. This meat grinder only gave an occasion to remove it.
Mad took out a folding knife and began to struck something on the table.
– It turns out that indirectly in all this shit we are to blame. Not otherwise. If we didn’t go there, a liter would not have come to save our asses. Why did we get there at all, and? What we were looking for there, m? – pointed to Ulter, – you didn’t tell us so!
Ulter stared in surprise at Mad.
– I thought the indest.
The indest was coughed.
– I thought it was the idea of ​​Flate!
Flate twisted his finger at the temple.
– The snake told me that Basted knows what we are looking for! What the hell?
Basted took out an ax from the table and put it next to him. Eyes were filled with blood.
– That is, you want to say that none of you know why we went there, almost died, killed Tuev Khuchu bots? But I don’t know!
All those sitting at the table stared at each other. Suck. Some kind of obvious ..
– Shozanamer?! – the indest was thrown with his hands and turned around, – Strelyooooooooooooooooooooooooooh! Come on, please, here!
Shooter, with a tablet in his hands, languidly went to the table.
-Something is wrong? -skeptically examined the sitting,-I’m actually busy.
Flutter rubbed the bridge of the nose.
-Remember, you told us that some thing is in that archive? What is this thing? As it turned out, none of those present knows.
The shooter hesitated.
– Um, what is the subject? What a thing, archive? You have not come up to me at all, none of you. I was not in the smoking room for a week and a half. – pulled the air, – you did not get through collectively, no?
The snakes are simply “fucked up” from what is happening.
– Guys … we are on*Bali.
Volmart stared thoughtfully at the ceiling. Dreamily:
“Just imagine, I, you, one large number on Hawaii … Night, Moon …” – only you, “only you, sweet, and then … And then these ugly memories were given to us and gave us these ugly memories! Here are freaks!
The cord twitched and he, unable to withstand, slapped a slap in the face from a turn. The snake showed shaggy movements, Basted cut an ax on the table again. How he stood at all, it is incomprehensible.
– An abomination. – The indest was frowning.
– Disgusting! – continued Linukh.
The shooter clicked his fingers impatiently and retired.
Ulter crouched and frowned. He was clearly concerned about something. Having massaged whiskey, he took out a flask and sipped.
– How does it come out. All this was definitely. But…
Basted got up from the table.
– We were allowed to do all this, as if all this was planned! Damn them.
Volmart giggled.
-You need to find positive aspects in everything, sweet! You just drank blood with your piece of iron!
Looking angrily at Volmart, Basted grunted and headed to the second floor, to sleeping rooms. Turning around, he once again examined the sitting.
– I’ll go to sleep. To hell with these useless discussions.