всякие подкрадываются с тыльной стороны камеры, по-пластунски. Низ она все равно не видит.
Закон сохранения вещества имени Михайлы Ломоносова соблюстися не может.
Всегда поражало: как они там ходют и ездют кверху ногами и при этом не падают?!
Наверно у них карманы магнитами набиты.
А афстрилийки фсе поголовно носют брюки.
Патамушта юбки нильзя: сразу задираться будут.
Цуриков, парень огромного роста, ухаживал в гостях за миниатюрной девицей. Шаблинский увещевал его:
— Не смей! Это плохо кончится!
— А что такое?
— Ты кончишь, она лопнет.
Лопнуть можно по-разному.
I don't wanna talk
About things we've gone through
Though it's hurting me
Now it's history
I've played all my cards
And that's what you've done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play
The winner takes it all
The loser's standing small
Beside the victory
That's her destiny
I was in your arms
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules
The gods may throw the dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
It's simple and it's plain
Why should I complain?
But tell me does she kiss
Like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name?
Somewhere deep inside
You must know I miss you
But what can I say?
Rules must be obeyed
The judges will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all
I don't wanna talk
If it makes you feel sad
And I understand
You've come to shake my hand
I apologize
If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense
No self-confidence
But you see
The winner takes it all
The winner takes it all...
Муж собирается из дому прогуляться и напевает себе под нос:
- Пора по бабам, пора по бабам...
Жена его провожает и тоже напевает под нос:
- Татарам дам даром, татарам дам даром...
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Ой.
Закон сохранения вещества имени Михайлы Ломоносова соблюстися не может.
В Австралии именно зимой такое.
Именно австралийские дороги напханы леворульными восьмерко-девятками и газелыми газелями !!!
Мир антиподов, хуле
Наверно у них карманы магнитами набиты.
А афстрилийки фсе поголовно носют брюки.
Патамушта юбки нильзя: сразу задираться будут.
не тонула у нас 9ка так
— Не смей! Это плохо кончится!
— А что такое?
— Ты кончишь, она лопнет.
Лопнуть можно по-разному.
Мы говорим Асса — Подразумеваем — кепка.
About things we've gone through
Though it's hurting me
Now it's history
I've played all my cards
And that's what you've done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play
The winner takes it all
The loser's standing small
Beside the victory
That's her destiny
I was in your arms
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules
The gods may throw the dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
It's simple and it's plain
Why should I complain?
But tell me does she kiss
Like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name?
Somewhere deep inside
You must know I miss you
But what can I say?
Rules must be obeyed
The judges will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all
I don't wanna talk
If it makes you feel sad
And I understand
You've come to shake my hand
I apologize
If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense
No self-confidence
But you see
The winner takes it all
The winner takes it all...
- Пора по бабам, пора по бабам...
Жена его провожает и тоже напевает под нос:
- Татарам дам даром, татарам дам даром...