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does this cocksucker make me bi-bi?
I'm really confused who are you and where are you from?
I'm leaving my parking lot.
I got behind the wheel drunk for the first time in my life today.

And it happened at 12 in the morning, but alas, I'm already completely drunk.
Well, in general, I didn't feel much of a difference
I always drive like this.
I already got some cigarettes and returned home.

Yes, this is a real Moscow driving style.
"You dumb face, where are you going? But DDD - give the road to the fool" - this is a special politeness of drivers.
The diagonal of these guests of the capital across five lanes is worthy of a good shirev.
This is a taxi, after all, good luck to its passengers.
Just imagine, let's be honest, we don't like you,
You don't have the capital's politeness, but you have provincial rudeness.

Do you need a place in the sun? Push everything with your elbows, Tula.

This provincial gave me a BB
So don't make me angry now
Find the instructions on where the brake is before you press the horn.
The road doesn't cancel politeness, country bumpkin, which I'm driving out to the store for cigarettes here.

I'll still ask my nephew to sell me a gun,
For such cases of driving out of parking lots and overly impatient provincials.
Never dare to give me a BB here.

Ouija, yes, this is not just aggression, this is my true essence.
I just carefully cover it up with politeness.
Die Greff! I was shown an instant loan, and I've been eating only fried onions for a long time.
My cat died from changing to a cheaper diet.
This is the merit of this government. It destroyed the country to please its ambitions and appetites.
And not just one. Well, they live in condominiums behind barriers
and understand how cryptographic currency processing works.
Satoshi, it's true, they are not smart.
No, their menu is still fine.
It is prepaid with conscience and honor.

Petty official, did you come and buy pizza for your kids?
but it is better for you not to make your bee bee at me now.
Well, of course, I have a cool second cousin.
I knew his father, he was a very good, kind person.

When football matches were on, he became rosy with happiness.
His cheeks were red and he ran out to announce some goal
to his wife and me - a random guest,
We were sitting in the kitchen and did not understand the delight, it was amazing!
His cheeks were red, and his eyes were like a child's.
I could never understand such joy.
He was a banker and a wicked smart guy,
a Connecticut smart guy with red cheeks from a soccer goal,
but not smart enough to figure out that he'd just get killed here.

His son knows his way around a gun,
boy, I need something.
And he's not a boy in his big family,
but I remember his father.

So,
and there's no logical connection,
a puny man from the city,
getting a job as a government official in this cartel,
no need to BB me.
Your earnings are out of the pockets of all the other common people.

And if I already had a gun,
I'd let you pass, but I'd immediately back up to you.
So, your luck today is that I don't have one.
Boy, you were right to stagger out of daddy's car,
I saw that micro-movement in the rearview mirror.

But I didn't back down because I'm a very sensible person.
I just needed to buy a cigarette.

Ouija, it makes my lips dark cherry red, I swear.
Under the peak of the cap, they don't support my eyes.
But this degenerate didn't find the brake pedal and give me a beep?
yeah