Why Russia is generally producing nothing?OFC nuclear reactors and weapons(tiny 14-25 billion per year), but close zero in civilian sector?- No Samsung, LG- No Xiaomi(founded in 2011 and cost more than a Gazprom for example)- No world class cars- No wold class culture for the masses like anime, k-pop, hollywood, music- No computer games industry- No airplanes and world class tools like germansNo civilization in general, what russians is gonna do if 70% of their export(oil&gas) will returns at 1990s prices( 5 times cheaper)???Whats is wrong with russians? are you worse than japanese, korean, american or german people? Why russians so poor? 30 years of the market economy is a lot of time, after korean war - much of Korea was in ruins, but in 30-40 years koreans become a successful people with a lot of world technological brands - with no diamonds, gas or oil
>>210241649 (OP)We produce:OilMilitary stuffVideoregister videosWhy? Because pinya aka putin is asshole
>>210241649 (OP)What is interesting about Korean culture besides K-POP and doram? Than can be replace anime, but from Korean culture? it's not about the same exchange, but in General.
>>210241649 (OP)> Why Russia is generally producing nothing?We produce communism for the glory of Lenin!)0 ))
>>210242232I'm more about information culture, not material culture. But if they have developed technology, you can read something engineering. But this is not a replacement for anime.
>>210241827Pishov na hoi, we produce about 90% of woorlds reserves of Salo. when judgement day comes you will crawl to us on your kness and you will beg for Salo becos you cant eat samsung, airplanes or compucter gamez industris, bitch.
>>210241866yup, also you loved your hitler-like dictators a lot, isnt i right?Also all your corporations is just mafia that also make smatphonesalso korean cars is even worse that russian ones.Anonfromcanada
>>210242920>Also all your corporations is just mafia How mafia can created a tech stuff?bandits can't into creation
>>210241649 (OP)Паста с форчана, расходимся:Почему Россия вообще ничего не производит? ОФК ядерные реакторы и оружие (крошечные 14-25 миллиардов в год), но близки к нулю в гражданском секторе? - Нет Samsung, LG - Нет Xiaomi (основан в 2011 году и стоит больше, чем Газпром, например) - Нет автомобилей мирового класса - Нет классовой культуры для масс, как аниме, к-поп, голливуд, музыка. - Нет индустрии компьютерных игр - Нет самолетов и инструментов мирового класса, таких как немцы Без цивилизации в целом, что будут делать русские, если 70% их экспорта (нефти и газа) вернется по ценам 1990-х годов (в 5 раз дешевле) ??? Что не так с русскими? Вы хуже, чем японцы, корейцы, американцы или немцы? Почему русские так бедны? 30 лет рыночной экономики - это много времени, после корейской войны - большая часть Кореи была в руинах, но через 30-40 лет корейцы становятся успешными людьми со множеством мировых технологических брендов - без алмазов, газа или нефти
>>210241649 (OP)You don't speak like native. Where are you from? Would be curious to compare my shithole-Russia with your glorious successful country.
>>210241866Because we are a nation of slaves. We cannot influence the government, because we do not have unity within the country. Putin is a genius and he built on this a criminal empire the size of the largest country.
>>210241649 (OP)в ПО есть продукты - расшифровщик сканированного текста, касперский, сервер - который рамблер прессовал недавно nxfs или как там называется, и другие популярные в мире продукты.
>>210243143>Where are you from?KoreaI have visited Vladivoskon in this summer, it was a nice place, but a bit of racism.
>>210243207А чё там по русски не говорят штоле? У меня два друга-одессита, правда в ДС живут. Даже акцента у них нет. Чё выёбываешься, уважаемый?
>>210241649 (OP)Тащем-то рашка ещё как производит игры, только на мобильном рынке. Но бабла они приносят в разы больше чем стремительно умирающий рынок ПК и консольных игор. Ну а по всем остальным пунктам - в стране с глубочайшим экономическим упадком будет упадок и всего остального. Тут работает пирамида Маслоу, не удовлетворены нижестоящие потребности, в итоге не доходит до вышестоящих. Глупо ожидать в такой ситуации от этой страны чего-то другого.
>>210241649 (OP)>much of korea>like germans>Why Russia isСадись, дваОлсо>k-pop> hollywood>animeв голос с уёбища
>>210241649 (OP)> Why Russia is generally producing nothing?> OFC nuclear reactors and weapons(tiny 14-25 billion per year), but close zero in civilian sector?> - No Samsung, LG> - No Xiaomi(founded in 2011 and cost more than a Gazprom for example)> - No world class cars> - No wold class culture for the masses like anime, k-pop, hollywood, music> - No computer games industry> - No airplanes and world class tools like germans> No civilization in general, what russians is gonna do if 70% of their export(oil&gas) will returns at 1990s prices( 5 times cheaper)???> Whats is wrong with russians? are you worse than japanese, korean, american or german people? Why russians so poor? 30 years of the market economy is a lot of time, after korean war - much of Korea was in ruins, but in 30-40 years koreans become a successful people with a lot of world technological brands - with no diamonds, gas or oil
>>210241649 (OP)потому что уровень жизни у нас generally гораздо выше чем в китае. поэтому дешевле покупать в китае, чем производить самим. даже с учётом 200% наценки за разтаможку и ретейл.
>>210244174woah this is Yuno Gasai she is my most favourite character! She is so cute, i love her so much, she is my waifu!!
>>210243295>bit of racismsosi churka pizdoglazaya>>210241649 (OP)>k-popShieeeeet we don't exploit 16-year old girls making them remake face with cosmetic surgery and shake ass on TV
>>210244646Each person chooses for himself in life that reference system in which he occupies the highest position. "A fool, but beautiful," "drunk and ragged, but spiritual." Islam is such a thing that says a lot about how good it is to be a righteous Muslim and how creepy to be a kafir, who is not a sin to cut off his head. This worldview is very well taking root in the lower strata of society, who seem to want to cut off the heads of those who are smarter and richer, but somehow not at all. And Islam solves two of their problems: a new coordinate system in which they are true believers, the rest are kyafirs and dehumanizes these same kyafirs, making them rank lower than animals. Which, of course, is very impressive to the Tajik janitor, to consider the animals of us all around, who are richer and smarter, but, alas, unrighteous. Being in their civilized homeland, these ebalai realize that they are in the minority and do not rock the boat. But their insult to the whole world requires an exit, and yes, it is written in the Koran - kill the kefir, commit jihad. Therefore, these janitors, sellers, scavengers, come to Syria to feel great. And cutting off the heads of greatness only adds. There would be no Islam, there would be communism - the problem is not in the totalitarian misanthropic teaching, but in the demand for it.
>>210244703I'll start from afar: I’ve left level 24, I live together with her from her house (day 23) + her mother, and they are divorced with her father. We have our own room where no one bothers us (well, except maybe the mother in the next room). I naturally work and help around the apartment, so her mother never said anything about my long-term stay. + she sees that the daughter of the rules, so nothing fucks.because everything was created for fucking, then nothing prevented us from doing this whenever you want (well, maybe the night groan in the pillow so that mom wouldn't hear). At first everything was cool: fuck when you want, and for this you didn’t have to try hard - just tell me more. But then it all turns into a routine (as well as masturbation) and I want new sensations. So I decided to offer chan to fuck in srakotan. Because she’s generally not very morally corrupted, well, that is, there I show her a green elephant and she’s such a shit, or there she doesn’t like any kind of dismemberment, etc. well, that is, somehow negative, and fucking in perdacello is the same shit, etc. how is it possible, they say. Ah, yes, and she pronounced anal sex and she showed such a “fucking, it hurts, I won’t give anything to fuck !! 1” And she said that she’s all narrow there, and the fucker, they say, is fat and will hurt and generally speaking. Somehow I tried to put a fucker in her ass, but she was then very drunk, even developed a finger, but nothing came of it. And I already scored on this thought.Sometimes while fucking, she touched her anus and she immediately pulled me away. And it was sad.In general, that ill-fated day did not bode ill. Mother went to the country a couple of days ago, the weekend has come. Therefore, we could have somersaults without restrictions, even in the kitchen, even on the floor to fry it or in the hallway, fuck. I woke up as usual. Corrected the loaf, scratched the eggs and went to the toilet to piss, and already in the kitchen she was preparing pancakes for me for breakfast: 3I went into the toilet and became like that, relaxed and the cheerful little streams of my urine gurgled merrily in the toilet. I even lifted my head up and covered my eyes with pleasure. Stsu, I mean. And then I look at it in the toilet, and there I didn’t wash away the shit. I pulled the tank like that, but there is no water. Well, I’m farther stsu and consider the poop of my shadows, I even got a little touched. I even poured it a little with my trickles, washing away in the toilet.So, I look at her larva. BUT BECAUSE ME FOUND, ANON. I carefully looked at the poop (I had already stopped expressing). I squatted in front of the toilet and peered at this product of the snug anus. Fuck, ANAK KAKAHA WAS THICK. I immediately had a logical chain in my head. How, fucking, the anus of such a tiny girl could DREAM SUCH. I was thinking for a moment. And then he tore off a little toilet paper, took a poop from the toilet and measured it with my dick, bljad shit was almost thicker. That is, it turns out that if this piece of shit could get out of the ass of shadows, then my fucker will fit in without problems, damn it. It has been quite a while since I tried to have a backyard party. It turns out, TNY someone fucks in the ass, and so that her anus does not have time to recover after fucking. I trust my tne and often let go for a walk alone with girlfriends and all that, but damn it, I now realized that she had been cheating on me all this time. Sly cattle, all this time she perfectly concealed what was fucking on the side and did not give cause even for concern or jealousy. and every evening she told me how she loves me.I sat, looked at the poop and just looked at the floor, I did not have a face. And then I woke up from obsession and noticed how I squeezed my hand from the anger in which I held the shit and the turd broke in half. I quickly gathered all the shit in my hands and ran out of the toilet, I pounced on my shadow and began to smear her face with shit and shouting "AH YOU FUCKING BITCH, I KNOW EVERYTHING, WHORE." I immediately got dressed and ran out of the apartment. I have no more dash.
>>210244856Once I was riding a train, in an ordinary reserved seat, about 15 hours. It so happened that TA MOST chan was riding next to me, just 10 out of 10. Everything about her was like I love, perfect porcelain skin, hair with an incredible aroma of flowers and something unique, a beautiful smile, her gestures, stockings on legs and not too short skirt. We sat with her on the “sidewall”, whether it was necessary to say that I was pissing even to look at her, my hands were sweating and my head was slightly dizzy. By the way, we got on the train at 16.00, and by 21.00 apparently I had so hit her with my poker interface and picking with a smart look in my smartphone that she tried to talk to me. Oh my God what kind of voice it was, it was divine. She asked: “What's your name?”, In a hoarse voice, I muttered: “Sergey.” That’s how it all twisted, at night from my upper shelf I looked furtively down at her, and since it was summer, she barely covered herself with a coverlet, one leg was stuck out, I even wanted to masturbate there, lol. In the morning we got off the train and walked around the city for a bit, I tried to talk and look interesting, I don’t know how I did it, probably crap. We went into a cafe and ordered ice cream. This fairy tale ended with the fact that we exchanged phones and I promised her to call back.A week passed and I did not call her because I am a fucking omega, as you recall. After a week and 2 days, I received an SMS from her: “I thought you liked me ”. And then I realized what a fucking thing I was, because it was my chance, I decided to call her right away, but I fell asleep and also answered sms: “Sorry, I had a hard week here, there wasn’t enough time for anything, let's see you.” Hard a week of raids and drocheva, but oh well.We saw each other again, fucking, mizulin, I almost cried, she was an angel. Beautiful hairstyle, tight-fitting leggings that emphasized her perfect ass, a loose T-shirt, a little vanilla, but it took my breath away. We walked around the city until evening, I offered to go to a cafe, but she refused, by sunset we went to the slope to the river, wanted to watch the sunset, but it was too cloudy, she was a little upset, I took her hand in my trembling, sweaty, cold palm, she squeezed my fingers, stood on tiptoe and kissed on the cheek. I almost swooned, my mind went dark, almost without thinking, I hugged her around the waist and hugged her, so we stood for a while. On the street it got completely dark, we went to a stop and caught one of the last buses, I drove her home. In parting, she kissed me again. Returning home, I jerked off.I will not tell you the details, but we met with her for half a year. Hugs, kisses, touched her elastic boobs and sweet ass, though we didn’t have sex. But it was the best half a year in my life as an omezh.One day, returning from a walk to her home, some cattle reached us, a standard call-smoke, we almost passed him and then SLAP! He slapped her ass, my heart was beating like a rabbit, I was convulsively thinking what to do, I got a fucking thing for the first time in my life, and it was my first time in my life, while I was stupid, this redneck was gone. My hands were shaking, but Chan calmed me, for half a year I realized that she was not like everyone else, she said that she loved me, I calmed down a little, kissed her goodbye and went home.At night I thought about it a lot, I decided that this would never happen again, no matter what, in the future I will protect my nyash from everything, I will avenge her. We did not see each other for 2 days.On the third day, on the way to her home, I bought her a kinder surprise and wildflowers from a woman trader. I went into her porch, went up to her floor, started knocking on the door, the door opened a bit, I immediately guessed that she went to throw out the trash, because I heard some rustling from above, the garbage chute was over a flight above her floor, I decided to use chance and arrange a surprise for her, with flowers and gifts, so to speak, I quickly went into the apartment and hid behind the bathroom door. I heard how she entered the house and already wanted to go out with the words: “Tadaaaaam, here I am!”, But then I saw in the crack how someone else was coming after her, my blood drained from my limbs when I saw who it was , the very cattle that reached us and slapped her. What could he do at her house. I heard: “Vova, damn it, dress up, you can’t wear shoes”, he fumbled with shoes in the hallway, she approached him, he began to kiss her and she did not resist, she put her hands on the nightstand in the hallway, he lowered her skirt with a sharp movement, he unzipped his jeans and began to fuck her, she moaned and wriggled under him, he slapped her elastic ass and lowered her onto her back. She turned to him and began to suck on his falling member, I stopped looking and sat on the bathroom floor, there was some kind of veil before my eyes when the smacking sounds stopped opening the door to the bathroom where I was sitting, with flowers and a kinder surprise. Without a word, I left.
>>210244885One day, early Saturday morning, my mother went to Seryozha, who was sleeping peacefully, in the room, opened the curtains behind which the nasty rain was pouring, and exclaimed joyfully: - Get up, my dear sleepyhead, today you have the most significant day in your life! “But mummy,” Serge whined, “it's Saturday, which means I can soak in bed!” And in my favorite kindergarten we do not need! - No, we will not go to kindergarten, we will go to make you a real man, just like our dad! - reasonedly parried mother. - Oh, how great it is! - the little boy stood up in his bed, - And how is it? “I will lead you to the Guardian of the Tradition,” said my mother excitedly, flushed, “You will take the intensive, intensive monthly course that all the boys in our country take, the Guardian of the Tradition, and then you will become a real man!” Seryozha quickly put on the tights, on them - green shorts, sandals, mom took his hand and they went. In the distance, somewhere on the horizon, the Kremlin Stars were still burning, along the street, despite the rain, for some reason, there were watering wheels and watering. The earring and mother walked for a long time until they approached a large gray house with columns in the center of the city, in front of which stood a monument in a long coat. The sentry at the entrance to the blue cap, smiling and gently saluting, asked: - Have you come to study? “Yes,” my mother replied. - She brought her little blood here. “Well then, I'm taking him,” the sentry said solemnly. - And you go home, you need to overfulfill the development plan. The soldier took Seryozha by the hand, and they went inside. Inside, there were banners and portraits, as well as an elevator, on which they rode down for 10 minutes! The sentry was silent all the way, and Sergei trembled reverently. Finally, they arrived in a corridor where there were even more portraits and banners, and then the sentry, affectionately pushing Seryozha in the back, brought him to the entrance to a spacious classroom with beige wallpaper, where there were a lot of other guys, and some elderly grandfather with medals and a long gray beard. Grandfather with an imperious gaze sent an earring escort back to the post and affectionately looked at the boy. Suddenly, sternly and unexpectedly, he barked: - Late, pedril? Here you would, fucking, to the penal battalion and to the front line, there you would try to be late! C-sit down, damn it. - Tell me, what is a pedril? asked Seryozha. - Fuck this for now! But we will make of you a real Man, the very one who made the effort to build this Great Country, and fagots all live in the West and fuck in zheppu, understand? - patiently explained the gray-haired grandfather. - Who are you? asked Sergey, timidly. “I,” the old man answered with dignity, “the Guardian of Tradition.” I will teach you everything that our real, Holy Man must know. So, you, new one, take that enameled pot over there and go fucking poses. Serezha took the pot, went out into the corridor and peeed carefully. - Probably pissed the whole corridor? - with a sly look, the Guardian returned to Seryozha. “No,” said Seryozha with pride, “Not a bit!” Mom taught me so! - Fuck, bitch, what, you shit, do you want to become a fag? - the Guardian began to heat up, - Only fagots piss in the toilet, are you really stupid? Come back and piss the whole corridor! Seryozha bowed his head and obediently obeyed the order - so they began to study. First, there was a lesson in labor, in which it was necessary to make a box for glass containers out of supplies, and it was necessary to make it so that it came out curve and 4.5 bottles were inserted into it along the length, and 3.5 bottles in width. Also, the bottom should fall out pretty quickly. But they were still punished all, because one dark-haired boy, Borya, whom the uncle Keeper called "Zhydar", made a 5x4 flat drawer and polished it with a skin, and even 2 times faster than the others. Then they learned to eat sunflower seeds, drink beer, spit, swear, hammer in screws, “fuck the wall panel”, “flood the floodlights from the uncle from the air defense”, pour the sound into three, wear the quilted jacket “in a fashionable way”, “fuck women "(true, in theory), stand in line for wine and vodka, dilute gasoline with water, clean the BF with a crowbar," stick "a salary, play 2 chords on a guitar, the duties of pioneers, the basics of tattoos, and since it was 1987 on the street , new thinking and fundamentals of entrepreneurship. A month flew by. Finally, the day of the exam has come, at which, as the Guardian said, they will have to fuck each other in the ass. - Hear, fucking, boss, so only fag fucks in the ass, - Serezha timidly said before the exam, - what the hell? “A true question,” the Keeper encouraged, “So, remember once and for all: if you fuck you in the ass, then you are a fag, and if you fuck you, then you are a Real Man!” Alpha fucking male! - The keeper sometimes liked to "draw", as he himself said. - I see, fucking? Therefore, if you were lowered, then you should lower someone, weaker, then the title of fag will pass to him, and you will keep your fucking respect. This is our main Law! - Therefore, our bitch will be extreme! - the children laughed joyfully. The exam was successful, and soon my mother came for Serezha. - How am I for you
>>210244956I have a pretty interesting story, cotans.In kindergarten I was not a bully, but I was not a nerd, I hung out in the company of two alfachs, with whom I always managed to fight, lol, but still we were kind of friends right up to the school itself.So, among the tyans there was an alpha female, her name was Oksana Prokina, we had a very nice time and she showed me her pussy, which then excited me very much, just wilder, the bump still didn’t stand from it, but I felt almost electric tingling in the area of eggs.She always showed me a little pussy in the morning before breakfast in kindergarten, and then we went to a dark dryer, the windows of which looked out to the school, where the schoolboy of 1993, smoked in a corner behind the garages, and so we looked at puberty shkolota and on my own reflections in the late autumn glasses of the kindergarten, I climbed into her panties with my left hand and gently stroked her pussy, this could continue until someone called us for some action, such as having a round dance, singing a song or play hide-and-seek. I was wildly bugging about it, because it seemed to me that nothing more interesting than her pussy could be in this world.And then she left me to another cockerel named Pasha, unfortunately I don’t remember my last name, like Pavlov, lol.I don’t know if she showed him a pussy, but it was very painful and unpleasant for me, in such a simple way I first knew the female betrayal.
>>210244976It was a partnership. We are sitting with a friend in the kitchen at night, smoking. He lived then with his mother and grandmother, who naturally slept. Moreover, the grandmother snored so that the walls trembled. At first, it was fun for us and we even wanted to record samples on dubstep, but soon I started to poke fun, and I didn’t think of anything better than taking revenge on a loud grandmother and immediately secured the support of a friend in my insidious plan. I took out a larger glass and poured into it. A friend held a huge pot and an iron mug. Quietly, so as not to wake anyone, they crept into the room of the grandmother, where she was sleeping, spread her legs wide and exposing a huge old woman’s pussy. A friend carefully put a pan on his head for my grandmother, I waved a glass and, with a wild cry, "BABA FUCKED!" he splashed out a piss from her glass directly onto her pussy, and at that moment a friend abundantly cuddled his grandmother’s helmet with an iron mug. The grandmother jumped up, stomped for just a second and fainted. My mother was already running from the next room, and I didn’t come up with anything better than throwing a clue-pissed glass directly into the open window from the fourth floor. A friend immediately threw the pot after him. Fortunately, it was winter and the evidence safely got into the snow without noise. We then simply bent over with laughter. Mom, of course, gave us both slaps in the back, who shouted so much, and the grandmother was on treatment. The grandmother came to her senses, sensed a week, she herself believed that she was already pissing at night and began to piss for real, but she stopped snoring.
>>210244989The same time. The heyday of jokes about the elephant. Grandma is 70+ years old and sometimes she does not have time to bring gravy to the toilet. Every time I see a trail of shit on linoleum leading to a small river, I start screaming heart-rendingly "STARTAAALNIK! THIS PIDORAS COLORED !!" to shame the grandmother, but this is not the story itself. Once the grandmother again marked the road to the faience throne and I, still in the corridor (it’s angular, so I turned the shit path around the corner), drawing air into my lungs, yelled the usual phrase, thinking that the grandmother was still shaking, but cock swam there. At that moment I hear a rumble from the side of the bucket. I run up and see a picture: the grandmother decomposed with a belly with a crap ass right at the entrance to the toilet and with a rag in her teeth. As it turned out later, she decided to quickly cover up the tracks so that I did not have time to yell, but I was faster and more attentive. Grandma, clearly not expecting me to repeat my battle cry, was lying on the floor and, smearing shit, tried to get up, and I, burning this crap, repeated the call of the boss with all my pine-tree powers, from which the grandma slipped, fucked again and added by a whistle, so much so that it hit both the wallpaper and the kitchen door. Since I was a particularly squeamish cunt, I wouldn’t clean up my grandmother in my life. My mother saved the situation, who at that moment returned from work. Oh yeah, all this time I didn’t stop yelling, and my grandmother was pouring all this time.
>>210245004We decided to go to the temple with a friend, to see what yes there. A friend's name is Vova and he is a little plague on his head, sometimes he carries such a khuit that his head goes to a kink. We planned our religious procession for about two days. And finally, ramadan came in our hearts, and we headed to the den of God. Before entering the abode of God, Vova began furiously baptizing and bowing, I immediately suspected something was wrong. Entering the room, Vova immediately clung to the tray with Orthodox souvenirs. Behind the counter with a malicious and semi-mysterious with a touch of silly, a smile, sat an old woman in a headscarf wound around her head. Vovan began to question her: about prices, the country of the manufacturer of the goods, the guest, the chemical composition of the icons, the quality of holy water and how many ppm shows when using it, also asked if the Bible can be read in the closet and if there is a tattoo parlor with the “temple” on stuffing crosses. Not having time to finish their survey, they were pushed out by the crusaders, who were landing on the aid of the tortured saleswoman. With a quiet growl about the fact that he is a fool and that boh nakazhe. Vova politely asked for forgiveness, crossed himself and baptized grandmas, me, heaven and even alah. What was the next attempt to expel him. Having calmed down a bit, the war grannies departed for their cross affairs, and Vova continued his procession to the icons. Approaching a certain icon, he cried out: “For the glory of the Lord, Shambhala,” he began, baptized with fury, to baptize the icon, those who looked with bewilderment and anger of the parishioners. He attacked me and began to baptize and read as a prayer a piece from some kind of erotic poem about anal sex fuck. As I did for the first time, I did not calm him down, but pretended not to turn away with him. Vovan fell into hysteria and began to baptize everything and everyone so loudly and furiously that the grandmothers, like kites, rushed in his direction. But Vova was not a miss, shouting: “Christ Alah is risen,” he fled and baptized everything that came under his crossfire. At the end, a pop berserker came out. Gracefully waving a censer, like an Orthodox ninja, a black lord, shot, Vova was hit on the head and instantly grabbed at the galloping, life-giving cross, with a loud voice, he said: "Fools, there is no place in the house of God," and giving a sweet and weighty Orthodox counterreader, drove Vova to the exit. But he, being under the manna of heaven and descending grace, rushed to the side and ran crosswise, baptizing everything and everything in its path. Endowed with divine power, the priest rushed in pursuit, and at this time, the grandmother committed a sin, called the police. Suspecting grandmother's atrocities, Vovan, together with a panting priest, made 3 laps in the hall, thereby symbolizing the trinity of Gd, and ran out into the street with lightning speed, but the police were already waiting for him. They apparently could not enter the sacred place, for the devil and those walking away from him blocked the passage to the house of God. Vovan, although he had gone head over heels, was a clever guy and slipped fleetingly through the servants of the buffalo, out of the yard and set off at a high, not human speed. The police could not catch him, apparently the Lord himself helped Vovan and he safely, baptizing everything in his path, disappeared from persecution. I silently observed all this, not giving the appearance that I knew him. Here is such an intricate story, happened once.
>>210245064>когда знания инглиша хватает, чтобы понять, что перед тобой охуительная история, но не можешь сложить что к чему из-за недостатка словарного запаса
>>210241649 (OP)>Why Russia is generally producing nothing?Because the whole production system is fucked up by stealing.Because the whole nation is fucked up by alcoholism.
>>210245150так тут никаких корейцев и нет, я просто немножко насрал чтоб это говно утонуло поскорееI once visited a friend of my house and really wanted to shit so much that I twisted everything, but at that time his mother sat in the toilet and sucked her fish head, she went eating in the toilet, all right. So I had to run to the bathroom, I did not dare to store my anal swag right in the bosom of the bathroom, and I found a bag and put on a noble gravy floor of the rescue package, tied it up, and there was nowhere to throw out the pale, so I threw it under the bathroom. Then I forgot about it. And after 2 weeks, this acquaintance tells me that he invited the plumber to repair the sink and change the pipe, and after it he found a raging stench with his nose, looked for it, looked in the bathroom, and there a torn bag with a fermented hellish mess, apparently the plumber accidentally hit and broke package. Then he immediately realized that the damned santech planted a mine on him and went to look for him, found and threw the coveted bag with the devilish slurry in his face, and the plumber, in turn, gave him life-giving puzzles, like this, they were lying in shit for about five minutes. Who is right, who is to blame, and the acquaintance curses the plumber, but in turn, when I listened to him, I let him in my pants from laughter. Such things, druns.
>>210245280ну даWe met on the street, I stood and drank beer with a friend. Two half-fat, with a fat person, settled nearby. One of them was impatient to call a taxi, and she came up to us with a request to call. So the conversation started. It turned out that they live nearby and wanted to go home for money to buy a booze in a store. In this we decided to help them, but at our own expense. Having bought several bottles of wine, we went by car to their house. After drinking and emptying there, suddenly finding themselves a bottle of vodka, we scattered around the rooms. I got a room. Sitting comfortably on the couch, she called me in a voice hoarse from cigarettes. Blurred by alcohol consciousness, I obeyed my instincts and proceeded to the sofa. But to my sincere surprise, my dick refused to work at all. Hanging like a snot. Well, so as not to offend the female, I climbed to kiss her body and gently clutched at her wet, half-shaven, elephant's bruhley pussy. During cunnilingus, there was a persistent feeling that I was licking a rotten egg salad with herring. Unable to stand the perfection of the world, my body spewed from the abyss of the stomach, ALL that was there and digested. Having markedly vomited her vagina and sofa, I found that she had been sleeping for a long time, and I accidentally confused her snoring with groans of pleasure. At that moment, a cunning plan appeared in my head, turning her head to a vomit, I hid from home, completely forgetting about my friend.That same evening, a friend I had forgotten struck my telephone with a bell. There was a voice in the receiver, still not sober, with a note of anger. He mumbled about my sudden departure, about the continuation of the banquet, and about the unbearable smell of vomit from his clothes. As it turned out, a little later. Jumping up to empty her pig's bladder, the female, who is my friend’s lane, went to the toilet, deciding to visit us along the way. But going into the hall, I found my girlfriend with a tattered pussy and erysipelas. Also, unable to withstand these aromas, I gave, by God's grace, to the floor, and my stomach contents. Akhuev from this situation, she grabbed a rag and began to wipe the whole thing. One rag was not enough, and she took another. And the clothes were my friend's rags. It was too late to wash, for he had already woken up and put on, without looking at himself, all this vomit rag. Akhuev indiscriminately, ran into the store for sober. And at this time, women were bugging, racking their brains about what happened. And just having bought several bottles of alcohol, my friend dialed my number. Actually everything. We have not seen more of these females, and it’s good that it ends well.
>>210245365Poson, never ride on a reserved seat, it's just hell. I once drove from a fly-ash to DS in this damned reserved seat of yours, oh how it stinked, such a mixed amber of sweat, hens, all kinds of perfume shit and some other chthonic shit. And at night the bitch, oh gods, at night one bastard stretched out her legs with incredibly fetid socks, you just can’t imagine how stinky they were, you never sensed such a stench, it’s a stink from the depths of hell, damn it, how did I want to chop off my legs for that fucking those nightmarish memories. In general, unable to withstand the imperfections of the world from this nuclear fucking scum, I got up at night and poured ointment into cellophane bags and put pidapacy on this fetid feet, the stench calmed down a bit, but still it didn’t go away, it probably leaked through the bag or even corroded it, but nevertheless, it became much better and I was finally able to fall asleep by throwing a damp cloth on my nose to at least somehow filter the air.In the morning, this smelly pidot woke up because it was stinky again, but with notes of a smear, which by the way became even worse. This cock began to yell and be indignant, saying what kind of xyya his legs are in bags of mayonnaise, lol, and who did it. There were a lot of swearing, but grandmothers shut him up so as not to interfere with reading. What is the strangest, no one put in words about the incredible scum from his fucking legs, apparently the rest delivered this fragrance. I watched him and restrained the vomit from his stinking, neighing in a pillow from a funny situation. That smelly jackal nevertheless went to the toilet, threw out his socks and washed his feet. The stink is a little diminished, the glory of allaxy!
Нихуя не понимаю, о чём тут вы пишите, но напоминаю, что 2 сентября 1945 на линкоре ВМФ США "Миссури" Япония подписала полную капитуляцию перед США, СССР, Великобританией и другими нашими союзниками. Американские, советские, английские, австралийские войска полностью раскатали японцев в Маньчжурии, Филиппинах, Бирме, островах Тихого океана и других локациях.
>>210245436Так це не вайп, це тред с пастами теперь, вон, аноны читаютI’m like sitting on a pusher at school, I’ve squeezed jam so that I couldn’t see it, and then I fucked I realized that yesterday peanut nihuya did not digest and was scratched like in creepy pastes, it’s not just the door but the point. Fucked shorter, it hurts to shit, but IN THE BAR OF HOP A LOT and the weevil is gone. Well, I’m just sitting like Prometheus chained to a point and a shit-eater pecks my anus. And then I feel that in the eagle pose there are few profits, and my legs are numb, and my hands are tired and hold on to the wall, I’m tortured, on the one hand I need concentration and I lose sight with a point and then KAKAKA breaks loose and tears the flesh well, I’ll immediately I transfer all the energy of the GENERATOR to the CONTROL of the GATEWAY and begin to fall. But here the 11th climber comes in and I was at 9m and began to look at me red with bulging eyes and a rope of shit from the ass. I immediately shout to him "grab the EPT’s hand" and pull the shaking hands towards him, he gasps but grabs his hands, I immediately turn on the BERSERK MOD and vigorously shout, look into his eyes with my huge eyes, well, my face was like that of a Schwarzenegger from the movie about Mars, where he was released into an airless space, it’s the same for me, I even muttered ma'emam through my teeth, and when I already thought that the COMMERCIAL LENGTH IN KILOMETER shit breaks off and I am exhausted and fall to the wall and stand like that for 10 minutes. When opened his eyes, that boy dumped, and I did not have paper and I wiped cowards and hung them on the tank as a sign of victory.
>>210241649 (OP)Меня всегда удивлял тот факт, что русские нихуя не умеют пользоваться английским языком, как бы ни старались. ОПа-долбоеба выдает уже первое предложение, такое высрать может только русский, даже если он где-то в универе продолжал учить английский на Upper Intermediate.
>>210241649 (OP)You forgot about great Russian literature and Russian classical music, man. Just don`t say, that you even haven`t heard about such personalities as Dostoevsky, Chaikovsky, Rachmaninov, Turgenev, Tolsoy.
А я напоминаю что народы Запада всегда дружественно относились к русским и признавали их достижения, и это взаимно, из истории можно вспомнить много случаев тёплого сотрудничества России с США, Англией и другими странами. Не ведитесь на провокации, которых цель-заставить усомниться в России и её социально-культурном единстве с Западом.
>>210245757>>210245706ОП - тупой долбоеб и жирный тролль, но вы еще тупее, если повелись на его троллинг без пруфов.
>>210245944И чем же он так плох? Мой уровень в данном случае помешал мне выразить то, что я хотел выразить?
>>210241649 (OP)We produce the niche stuff. In the large cultural picture we are like bizarro french.
>>210241649 (OP)>close zero>computer games>what russians is gonna do ifтут-то ты и спалился, дегенерат веобушный. уебывай.
>>210241649 (OP)Of course, it's a terrible fact that we can't produce anything in such significant sectors like world class electronic and automotive industry (of course we don't take AvtoVAZ into account because it purposed especially for domestic market and has too little luck even there), world class culture products (of course we won't take classical literature, music and arts due to fact they don't relate to modern period) and so on.But what do you expect from the country that was shred suffering numerous wars, revolutions and so on during some last centuries that had a massive influence on people's mentality and, probably, not a positive way?Nobody can solve this riddle, even Russians themselves.Since that, I can't find any sense to continue the conversation.안녕히 계세요!and, of course, I fed the troll
Блядьаноны. Мне по голове бегают. Я не могу уже больше Эм ай тупой хуесос?Просто топают и топают, блядь.
Да кстати, русские много страдают последние столетия. И мне вспоминается пуританский девиз "кто страдает-тот побеждает". Задумайтесь. Может, наш триумф ещё впереди.
>>210246344>But what do you expect from the country that was shred suffering numerous wars, revolutions and so on during some last centuries Like just any other country?
>>210241649 (OP)Igor, you? Remember me? I'm your classmate. I recognized you by your schizoid words and shittalk.Do you remember how the whole class peed into your mug in the third grade, on a sweet-tooth day? You drank, licked your lips and asked for more.And then your father came to take you home, the same janitor who raped a dog at Vernadsky st. and got a suspended sentence for stealing the melted cheese from the store. He entered the class, everyone began to laugh, and you shit yourself from shame, and then said you will hate janitors for your entire life, but in the 9th grade, when you went to the raid to bet the shit out of them, they gangbanged you, after which you've got 8 stitches on your anus.How are you doing, Igoryan?
