I have been particularly beloved by two lost stray drunkards. The first in the vault passway asked me for ten rubles to ease the hair of the dog. Another young female rather spoiled by reality of her life but optimistic in attitude directly suggested that add her fund fifteen rubles, then bought a bottle of lemonade and shouting in the doorway much thanks to the me she left the store in an easy manner.
It’s a week since I am back from holiday in Thai. Same faces same dead calm in the office. The girls buzz around fully plunged in work, I contemplate. Saw a new top brass, young ambitious big banana making a smart look thinking about personal asshole security and getting far away from much responsibility. Cannot judge the dude, know him very little. Let’s see what he says to my memo. It’s been two days since I submit the doc. No reply. No fucking reaction as anything in this bloody office. I keep on sitting in the Old Peem, same room with six booties. Ola with swollen chick, unhappy shot from the dentist. Alina with swollen eye stung by mosquito, says she cannot find any means against it in supermarket. Poor Julie, chicks covered by allergic rash. The skeptic tired look Nat. Mary, same rash on the chicks. Girls theses days suffer much from allergy of a big city. Weak in health and low immune level, they work as hard as dogs in pursuit of happiness but doomed to failure and frustration. Poor things.
Damn, could I think that Bel would be such an asshole! Someone else would rather say that nothing could be done, I am sorry man it didn’t work, good luck. That piece of shit keep on fooling as if something might pop up. I hate damn bastards like that and wish I never saw the fart. I didn’t light the fire, I didn’t ask for any favor, I didn’t ask for help. It was him who borrowed money. Old man but as empty as an old can of spilt yellow urine. He shouldn’t have hurt me. That will tell on him if he lets me down and he would sooner do that, it’s too bad for him poor old fart no matter how smart he is.
A patch of bare skin exposed near armpit under the short sleeve of her shirt. No emotions. Bare skin. This is not that exciting as a view of strained skirt on Helen’s buttocks when she bows over the desk. Especially the trace of her underwear. Inwardly you visualize a full length of a narrow strip of panties striping the peach of the booty.
мучают проклятые фашисты,они решили отрезатьмое ухо,нет полголовы, а другую часть расплющить. терзаемый желанием послать все это нахрен, взять больничный и не больше не париться все же решил повременить и отправиться сначала на работу, буду ждать, как развернутся события, если опять гестапо нападет, все, беру больничный и ну все на хуй
я еще никогда не видел своими глазами такой авариии и погибших, ужас, что же это делается, как сейчас эти люди, у них такое горе, все ради лихого виража, бля