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Бамп
ОП - хуй
Хорошая паста
Знаю.. Распечатал даже и повесил перед монитором.. Прям душу греет
Хуйня
Анон, а что для тебя не хуйня?
удвою. от хмурого таких трипов не бывает. какой-то парашей обкололись
Дело не в хмуром, а в ебле с дерьмом.. Не ценители вы..
Во дураки, это SJW-паста с форчонга:
There were two bosom friends. Their names were Artyom and Artyom. They lived in the small town of Serlipinsk. They lived in the same entrance and had known each other since childhood. One of them was an orphan and often spent time visiting the other, although he was older than his friend.
They were very good guys, they led a healthy lifestyle and went in for sports. Or rather, running. We just did jogging around Serlipinsk in the morning and in the evening. And so, one day, during a regular run, Artyom Jr. stopped to tie a lace. And suddenly I saw some strange bag of brown powder. He immediately called Artyom and showed his friend his unusual find.
- I think I know what it is - said Artyom, looking at the package. - These are drugs.
- Drugs? - Artyom asked in bewilderment.
- Yes. Heroin. I've seen these bags in the movies.
- And what can we do with it, we can't use it, and we don't want to leave it here either.
After arguing a bit, they decided to take the package home and figure out what to do with it. Today Artyom's mother baked pies with vyziga, and they were going to go to him for dinner after a run ...
- Go sit in the room until I finish cooking! - Artyom's mother said when they returned home.
They sat down on the sofa, took out the package, and Artyom the younger asked:
- Well, what are we going to do?
Artyom in response, just looking pensively somewhere to the side, smiled strangely ...
Artyom opened his eyes and saw what was lying on the top of the hill. The grass that grew around was of amazing colors. From purple to poisonous green. Giant flowers of a strange angular shape smiled at him in the truest sense of the word. Some even winked conspiratorially at him. At the same time, he did not leave the feeling of euphoria and unforgettable lightness, he did not feel better in life. Looking around, he saw Artyom, who was sitting a couple of meters away from him and was dumbfounded looking around.
- Topic! Can you feel it too?
- What? Yes, along the way. It is so beautiful here, but I feel so good, I have never been so! - He answered.
- Look !!! A whale is flying in the sky!
- It's not a whale, it's an elephant. Look, the trunk is sticking out. Ha! Yes, he waving his eyes!
- In business .. I wonder where we got to. Maybe we can take a walk? See, what a wonderful blue light there is in the distance? I would not mind seeing what is there.
- Well let's go. - The youngest friend agreed and gave his hand to the elder one.
And they went towards that very blue light, constantly wondering at the wonders of this magical land. They walked, bumping into red hedgehogs carrying transparent doves on their backs. They dodged streams of multicolored stars and crossed the green river over a rainbow bridge. All the animals smiled and greeted them. They breathed in the unimaginable aroma that reigned in this strange place.
As they approached the light, they felt something even more wonderful than anything they had already felt. Artyom put his hands in Artyom's hands and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. When their gazes met, they no longer needed to say anything. They already understood everything and so. They loved each other. Loved all my life. So much so that nothing could stop them now. Deep down, each of them in their hearts thanked this country for this.
- Kiss Me. - said Artyom.
- Of course, darling - It sounded in response, and the two bodies merged into one, flying higher and higher into the heavens ...
The pies are finished. The first thing that my mother felt when she entered the room was the persistent, acrid smell of shit. She had two syringes and a strap from her own robe lying under her feet. She raised her eyes to the sofa, and a crazy cry of terror froze in her throat. Elder Artyom eagerly tore her son in the ass. Growling furiously, he thrust his cock into the boy's hollow. He just completely tore apart his asshole, and his hands, smeared with shit and blood, were thrust into his partner's mouth up to the wrist. All the walls were smeared with shit, everything was peppered and pissed. Dick Artyom Sr. reached simply unimaginable sizes. It was about the size of the leg of an overgrown hippopotamus. Younger Artyom whined like a pregnant cat and pissed with blood and something else nasty.
The mother died of a heart attack on the spot. She simply could not stand what she saw and fell dead into a puddle of her own vomit. Younger Artyom died immediately after the fucking intercourse of two hearts in love. And the eldest died a month later in prison, at forty-seven, when he was serving time for the brutal rape of an eleven-year-old boy with a fatal outcome. Society did not accept their love ...
There were two bosom friends. Their names were Artyom and Artyom. They lived in the small town of Serlipinsk. They lived in the same entrance and had known each other since childhood. One of them was an orphan and often spent time visiting the other, although he was older than his friend.
They were very good guys, they led a healthy lifestyle and went in for sports. Or rather, running. We just did jogging around Serlipinsk in the morning and in the evening. And so, one day, during a regular run, Artyom Jr. stopped to tie a lace. And suddenly I saw some strange bag of brown powder. He immediately called Artyom and showed his friend his unusual find.
- I think I know what it is - said Artyom, looking at the package. - These are drugs.
- Drugs? - Artyom asked in bewilderment.
- Yes. Heroin. I've seen these bags in the movies.
- And what can we do with it, we can't use it, and we don't want to leave it here either.
After arguing a bit, they decided to take the package home and figure out what to do with it. Today Artyom's mother baked pies with vyziga, and they were going to go to him for dinner after a run ...
- Go sit in the room until I finish cooking! - Artyom's mother said when they returned home.
They sat down on the sofa, took out the package, and Artyom the younger asked:
- Well, what are we going to do?
Artyom in response, just looking pensively somewhere to the side, smiled strangely ...
Artyom opened his eyes and saw what was lying on the top of the hill. The grass that grew around was of amazing colors. From purple to poisonous green. Giant flowers of a strange angular shape smiled at him in the truest sense of the word. Some even winked conspiratorially at him. At the same time, he did not leave the feeling of euphoria and unforgettable lightness, he did not feel better in life. Looking around, he saw Artyom, who was sitting a couple of meters away from him and was dumbfounded looking around.
- Topic! Can you feel it too?
- What? Yes, along the way. It is so beautiful here, but I feel so good, I have never been so! - He answered.
- Look !!! A whale is flying in the sky!
- It's not a whale, it's an elephant. Look, the trunk is sticking out. Ha! Yes, he waving his eyes!
- In business .. I wonder where we got to. Maybe we can take a walk? See, what a wonderful blue light there is in the distance? I would not mind seeing what is there.
- Well let's go. - The youngest friend agreed and gave his hand to the elder one.
And they went towards that very blue light, constantly wondering at the wonders of this magical land. They walked, bumping into red hedgehogs carrying transparent doves on their backs. They dodged streams of multicolored stars and crossed the green river over a rainbow bridge. All the animals smiled and greeted them. They breathed in the unimaginable aroma that reigned in this strange place.
As they approached the light, they felt something even more wonderful than anything they had already felt. Artyom put his hands in Artyom's hands and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. When their gazes met, they no longer needed to say anything. They already understood everything and so. They loved each other. Loved all my life. So much so that nothing could stop them now. Deep down, each of them in their hearts thanked this country for this.
- Kiss Me. - said Artyom.
- Of course, darling - It sounded in response, and the two bodies merged into one, flying higher and higher into the heavens ...
The pies are finished. The first thing that my mother felt when she entered the room was the persistent, acrid smell of shit. She had two syringes and a strap from her own robe lying under her feet. She raised her eyes to the sofa, and a crazy cry of terror froze in her throat. Elder Artyom eagerly tore her son in the ass. Growling furiously, he thrust his cock into the boy's hollow. He just completely tore apart his asshole, and his hands, smeared with shit and blood, were thrust into his partner's mouth up to the wrist. All the walls were smeared with shit, everything was peppered and pissed. Dick Artyom Sr. reached simply unimaginable sizes. It was about the size of the leg of an overgrown hippopotamus. Younger Artyom whined like a pregnant cat and pissed with blood and something else nasty.
The mother died of a heart attack on the spot. She simply could not stand what she saw and fell dead into a puddle of her own vomit. Younger Artyom died immediately after the fucking intercourse of two hearts in love. And the eldest died a month later in prison, at forty-seven, when he was serving time for the brutal rape of an eleven-year-old boy with a fatal outcome. Society did not accept their love ...
Кста, был опыт юзать хмурый?
Хуйня для шкальников.
Ну так поделись НЕ хуйней для НЕшкольников
а с какой целью интересуешься?
Чисто для себя и понять, что есть пасты лучше этой
А бля.. Ты не о пастах.. Ты о хмуром.. Типа.. Для саморазвития и понять, что эту хуйню юзать не нужно
самоБамп
>эту хуйню юзать не нужно
походу ты это уже понял
да, кста.. Переюзал много дерьма.. Хмурый предлагали - в отказ шел.. Единственное, что хочет попробовать - кокс.. Какие подводные?
саморед
>хочет
хочется
а оно тебе надо?
Жили два закадычных друга. Звали их Артём и Артём. Они жили в маленьком городе Серлипинске. Обитали в одном подъезде и были знакомы с самого детства. Один из них был сиротой и часто проводил время в гостях у другого, хотя он и был постарше своего приятеля.
Они были очень правильные ребята, вели здоровый образ жизни и занимались спортом. А точнее сказать, бегом. Просто делали пробежки по Серлипинску утром и вечером. И вот, как-то раз, во время очередной пробежки, Артём младший оставновился, чтобы перевязать шнурок. И вдруг увидел какой-то странный пакетик с коричневым порошком. Он сразу позвал Артёма и показал другу свою необычную находку.
- Я, кажется, знаю, что это такое - сказал Артём, разглядывая пакет. - Это наркотики.
- Наркотики? - Недоумённо переспросил Артём.
- Да. Героин. Я в кино видел такие пакетики.
- И что нам делать с ним, мы же не можем его использовать, а оставлять его здесь тоже не хочется.
Немного поспорив, они решил отнести пакет домой и там разобраться, что с ним делать. Мама Артёма сегодня пекла пироги с вязигой, и они собирались после пробежки идти к нему на ужин...
- Идите посидите в комнате, пока я не закончу с готовкой! - Сказала мама Артёма, когда они вернулись домой.
Они сели на диван, достали пакет, и Артём младший спросил:
- Ну и что будем делать?
Артём в ответ, всего лишь задумчиво смотря куда-то в сторону, странно улыбнулся...
Артём открыл глаза и увидел, что лежит на вершине холма. Трава, что росла вокруг была удивительных цветов. От фиолетового до ядовито-зелёного. Гигантские цветы странной угловатой формы улыбались ему в прямом смысле этого слова. Некоторые даже заговорщицки подмигивали ему. При этом, его не покидало ощущение эйфории и незабываемой лёгкости, лучше он себя в жизни не чувствовал. Оглядевшись, он увидел Артёма, который сидел в паре метров от него и ошарашенно смотрел по сторонам.
- Тёма! Ты тоже это чувствуешь?
- Что? Да, по ходу. Тут так красиво, а мне так хорошо, мне так еще никогда не было! - Ответил он.
- Смотри!!! По небу летит кит!
- Это не кит, это слон. Вон, смотри, хобот торчит. Ха! Да он нам машет глазами!
- Во дела.. Интересно, куда мы с тобой попали. Может, прогуляемся? Вон, видишь, какой там чудесный голубой свет вдалеке? Я бы не отказался посмотреть, что там.
- Ну пошли. - Согласился младший из друзей и подал руку старшему.
И они пошли в сторону того самого голубого света, постоянно удивляясь чудесам этой волшебной страны. Шли, натыкаясь на красных ёжиков, несущих на спинах прозрачных голубей. Уворачивались от потоков разноцветных звёзд и переходили зелёную реку по мосту из радуги. Все животные улыбались и приветствовали их. Они вдыхали невообразимый аромат, царивший в этом странном месте.
Подойдя к свету, они почувствовали нечто еще более чудесное, чем всё то, что они уже ощущали. Артём вложил свои руки в руки Артёма и посмотрел в его красивые голубые глаза. Когда их взгляды встретились, им уже ничего не требовалось говорить. Они уже всё поняли и так. Они любили друг друга. Любили всю жизнь. Так сильно, что ничего уже не могло им сейчас помешать. В глубине души, каждый из них в сердцах благодарил эту страну за это.
- Поцелуй меня. - Сказал Артём.
- Конечно, любимый - Прозвучало в ответ, и два тела слились воедино, улетая всё выше и выше в небеса...
Пироги допеклись. Первым, что почувствовала мама, зайдя в комнату, был стойкий, едкий запах говна. Под ногами у неё валялись два шприца и ремешок от её собственного халата. Она подняла глаза на диван, и сумасшедший крик ужаса застыл у неё в глотке. Старший Артём жадно драл в жопу её сына. Яростно рыча, он всаживал свой хуй в дупло мальчика. Он просто напрочь разворотил всё его очко, а руки его, вымазанные в говнище и крови, по запястье были засунуты в рот партнёра. Все стены были вымазанны говном, всё было обблёвано и обоссано. Хуй Артёма старшего достигал просто немыслимых размеров. Он был размером примерно с лапу бегемота-переростка. Младший Артём скулил, как беременная кошка и ссал кровью и еще чем-то противным.
Мать умерла от сердечного приступа на месте. Она просто не выдержала увиденного и упала замертво в лужу собственной блевотины. Младший Артём умер сразу же после блядского соития двух влюблённых сердец. А старший через месяц скончался в тюрьме, в сорок семь лет, когда отсиживал срок за жестокое изнасилование одиннадцатилетнего мальчика со смертельным исходом. Общество не приняло их любовь...