holy shit Джим Мориарти с внешностью этого...мудака...из Сплетницы...боже. как пустили только, а

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Oh Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Where you gonna run to?
All along dem day
Well I run to the rock, pls hide me

Oh, Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Where you gonna run to?
All along dem day

Well I run to the rock, please hide me
I run to the Rock, please hide me
I run to the Rock, please hide me, Lord
All along dem day

But the rock cried out, I can't hide you
The Rock cried out, I can't hide you
The Rock cried out, I ain't gonna hide you guy
All along dem day

I said, "Rock, what's a matter with you, Rock?"
"Don't you see I need you, Rock?"
Lord, Lord, Lord
All along dem day

So I run to the river, it was bleeding
I run to the sea, it was bleeding
I run to the sea, it was bleeding
All along dem day

So I run to the river, it was boiling
I run to the sea, it was boiling
I run to the sea, it was boiling
Along dem day

So I run to the Lord, please hide me Lord
Don't you see me prayin'?
Don't you see me down here praying?

But the Lord said, "Go to the devil"
The Lord said, "Go to the devil"
He said, "Go to the devil"
All along dem day

So I ran to the devil, he was waiting
I ran to the devil, he was waiting
Ran to the devil, he was waiting
All on that day

I cried -
POWER! (Power to da Lord) [x8]
Bring down (Power to da Lord) [x4]
Bring down (Power to da Lord) [x12]

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Well I run to the river, it was boilin'
I run to the sea, it was boilin'
I run to the sea, it was boilin'
All along dem day

So I ran to the Lord
I said, "Lord hide me, please hide me"
"Please help me"
Along dem day

He said, "Child, where were you
When you ought a been prayin'?"
I said,"Lord, Lord, hear me prayin'"
Lord, Lord, hear me prayin'
Lord, Lord, hear me prayin'"
All along dem day

Sinnerman you ought a be prayin'
Ought a be prayin', Sinnerman
Ought a be prayin'
All on that day

Oh woh, power, power, Lord
Don't you knew
Don't you know, I need you Lord?
Don't you know that, I need you?
Don't you know that, I need you?
Power, power, power Lord

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ыыыаааа обе ролевки не работать
Маша в печали ==

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БЛЯЯДЬ

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Я ВЫЕБАН
ЦЕЛИКОМ И ПОЛНОСТЬЮ
СПАСИБО МОФФАТ, ГЭТИСС
ПОДРОЧИЛ
КОНЧИЛ

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я уже обеими руками запихиваю спойлеры обратно в экран, а они все ЛЕЗУТ ДА ЛЕЗУТ СУКААА

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У меня был кот,
Он мне сильно надоел,
Я решил расстаться с ним:
Он слишком много ел.

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The Piers Gaveston Society is a secret dining club at the University of Oxford with membership limited to 12 undergraduates. It is named in honour of Piers Gaveston, favourite and supposed lover of King Edward II of England. Its members have a reputation for indulging in bizarre entertainments and sexual excess. Traditionally, the society organises secret bacchanalian parties for hundreds of friends, who are whisked away to secret locations (usually grand country mansions) to enjoy a night of Bollinger champagne, beluga caviar, multitudinous illegal drugs, and public copulation. [1][2] Words most often associated with this society are "decadence" and "debauchery".


БОЖЕ Ж МОЙ *_____________*

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Отец мой умер! Гавестон, приди
И раздели с любимым другом власть
Я упоен блаженством этих слов!
Возможно ль счастье большее, чем то,
Что выпало…
…на долю Гавестона?
Он жив, и он любимец короля?
Спешу, мой нежный принц!
Вот эти строки…
Любовные заставили меня
Приплыть из Франции.
И, как Леандра,
Что на песчаном берегу вздыхает,
Ты улыбнешься и меня обнимешь.
Вид Лондона изгнанника очам
Отраден, как Элизиума рощи
Милы душе…
Не потому, чтоб город или люди
В нем были любы мне…
…а оттого,
Что здесь живет возлюбленный король
Навсегда прощайте,
Поклоны низкие светлейшим пэрам,
Пред королем лишь преклоню колени

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'My father is deceased. Come Gaveston,
And share the kingdom with thy dearest friend.'

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-j'adore, uhh
-Voici je pense comme nous appellerons notre sujet?
-par example, "A quel point sommez-nous artiste?". formidable, mais baroque. votre options?

возьмите еще этих французских булок, и выпейте чаю ==

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так

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если это правда, то она все равно что лишила меня девственности.
завтра вечером пересмотрю, и если это правда - УБЬЮ СУКУ. расчленю нахрен.

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To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.

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эстонски ебусь на ролке, отбиваюсь от баб, фак
вечер веселья xd

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теперь глядя на фотки с хиддлстоном, в первую очередь смотрю на ширинку ==

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все ленты и все сайты забиты его фотками и угрожающими постами,
БЛЯДЬ ТВАРИ ХВАТИТ ИЗДЕВАТЬСЯЯЯЯЯЯЯ
выговорился, уф.
завтра. хочу. яегохочугосподи

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Я НЕ МОГУ ГОСПОДИ АХАХАХАХХА
мне кажется там надо семимильными шагами мерить.

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блин я все же соберусь и нарисую комикс про длинну волос Локи в Торе-2

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не, ролевую по марвел я не осилю