FOREX - Trends, Forecasts and Implications (Episode 18: August 2012) - page 132
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and I would have met him in the forehead with a club)))
clever
"One day Father Onuphrius found Olga naked, give me, Olga, silvered, gilded, Olga gave herself to Father Onuphrius, give me what you promised, get off, monkey, piss off, peel off, Olga got angry, she ripped off her obnoxious branch to Father Onuphrius."- second variant:
The second option:
One autumn, after having had a good meal and a good night's sleep, Father Onuphrius went round the vicinity of Lake Onega. One day Father Onuphrius went round Onega Lake and found Olga, naked. The father was taken aback and called Olga: "Give yourself, Olga, I will gild you!" Olga, deceived by father Onufrii's promises, gave herself up. Father Onuphrius, having performed the operation, refused to gild Olga. Olga took offence and called the farmer. The farmer beat father Onufry with a shaft. Father Onuphrius went dead.
no lower in the private sector,
Yes I know there are no Khrushchevs there, no panel houses either, I think...
clever
"One day Father Onuphrius found Olga naked, give it up, Olga, silvered, gilded, Olga gave it up to Father Onuphrius, give it up as promised, get off, monkey, piss, peel off, Olga became angry, she tore off Father Onuphrius a fiery offshoot."
))))))))))
clever
"One day Father Onuphrius found Olga naked, give it up, Olga, silvered, gilded, Olga gave it up to Father Onuphrius, give it up as promised, get off, monkey, piss, peel off, Olga became angry, she tore off Father Onuphrius a fiery offshoot."
alas... :-)))
You Chukchi... You don't have a place to live...?)
it's kind of a sorry... duck in ancient terms, although the profession is considered ancient...
After having had a rest father Onufriy went to see environs of Onezhskoe lake. Having bypassed the ravine fenced with sheep he was stupified. The inhabitant of the outskirts, the naked teenager Olga was carefully washing her polluted clothes near the distant aspen forest edge.
Oh, the Onega lakes glowing with the autumn lights! Having adjusted the tin rim of his large spectacles, the widowed father Onufry carefully looked at the dull eyed person. Come to your senses, Father, the wicked one has entangled you!
-Olya, enchanted, seduced... ...enchant the lonely hermit! - Father Onufrii, the eagle, enraptured by fire.
- Stand back, Father Onuphrius! I'll tear off the horned recluse! - answered the dazed Olga.
- Give it up! I will make you happy! - the bewildered okochalny.
-Whoa? Gladly! But you must pay for it," replied the charming maiden after reflection.
-"I'll gild you, I'll shower you with necklaces! I promise flocks of sheep, ondatra clothes! - the possessed man lied to Olga.
-That's good, Father! Fine, we'll think it over, - she rejoiced.
Father Onufry charmed, embraced, enveloped... Olga sank down, rolled over, surrendered herself desperately... However, having completed the impregnation, the panting father refused to pay what he had promised.
-Bald-headed, obese, impoverished oaf! Impoverished, deprived, robbed a lonely sheep! Give me back the promised muskrat, you foul-mouthed werewolf! Feral donkey! You've robbed me, you've robbed me, you've dishonored me! I'll blind you, poison you, scratch you! - Olga was furious.
-Have you gone mad, you naughty girl? Go away from here," the cold-hearted Father Onufry brushed Olga aside.
The offended, disgraced, hardened teenager struck her father Onufry with a dangerous weapon - a huge aspen ploughshare. Weakened, stunned Onufrii stumbled, froze, collapsed to the ground. The avenging Olga washed herself, wiped herself off, dried herself off, put on her shoes, got dressed. The little girl anxiously searched the blood-stained father Onufrii, groped her own shoes, went through the lapels, but became very angry when she discovered the cold remnants of Onufrii's dinner.
Oh... The braided sedges of Onega's pools... Enormous spiritualized ocean embraced, washed, caressed remains of father Onufrii...
Man, what kind of women we have on this forum.)
What would you do if a woman came through your window? )))
you watch the broom...