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What shall we name the establishment?
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“Flooding.” Simple and effective
17.9% 5 votes
Leave it as is – “Fludnyak”
7.1% 2 votes
“A den of debauchery.” How original!
39.3% 11 votes
Brewery
17.9% 5 votes
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17.9% 5 votes
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#53024
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Hey, necromancer, let’s chat on Skype.
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#53025
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it would have been better if you had asked about two girls and one Kosh.

Be strong. Believe
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#53026
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This means that you can swap these positions as desired.
This is not entirely accurate. Take Discovery, for example; Sky's favorite show is "Man vs. Wild," while mine is "MythBusters."
 

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#53028
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You’re obsessed.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
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#53029
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I wouldn't say I have a favorite. And honestly, it's hard to say. Why did you separate them? I've watched both. I don't like this poll.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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#53031
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Hey, necromancer, let's chat on Skype.

Have you completely lost it?

I don't have time for you right now; I'm hanging out with my friends.
Смысла нет, но вы держитесь там. Удачи, здоровья, хорошего настроения!
И пока в кармане пачка милкиуэйев - значит все не так уж плохо на сегодняшний день



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#53033
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Yeah, we had a great time hanging out with Lord yesterday. And you, Imaris, don't talk to Lord like that, you're still just a kid.

Тяжело в агонии, хорошо в гробу...
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#53034
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Whatever, lol, you'll be the one suffering. Balancing isn't a waste of time!
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#53035
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I read the **reptilian** ones.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
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#53036
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yes, I thought so too at first.

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#53037
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remembered MK again

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#53038
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Alyosha had always been a good boy; at 14, he stood out among his peers for leading a healthy lifestyle. He always firmly answered "No!" to his friends' suggestions to drink or smoke, and on weekends, he ran and did pull-ups. At school, Alyosha was an excellent student, constantly serving as an example for others; his class teacher often entrusted him with responsible and interesting tasks, such as representing his class at the district Olympiad or sports competitions. His parents adored Alyosha and were very proud that they had raised such a good, responsible, and reasonable person. This idyll continued until young Alexei, after coming home from school, looked at his reflection in the mirror. He saw something he hadn't noticed before: a thin boy with sparse whiskers, a face slightly dotted with white pimples, and hair that resembled long, chestnut-colored clumps. Then, destructive ideas began to creep into his mind: "I don't look like those men in magazines and movies, the ones girls like..." This discouraging conclusion troubled him all day; Alyosha didn't even do his homework, and when his mother asked about it, he replied rudely, "Everything is fine." Before going to bed, he firmly decided: "That's it! Starting tomorrow, I'm going to the gym!" The next morning, Alyosha woke up as usual, brushed his teeth, had breakfast, got ready, and, after kissing his mother goodbye, went to school. But in reality, he skipped school and went to the so-called "gym." The sight of the gym amazed him: a dozen men with well-developed muscles were lifting heavy barbells while lying on a special bench, some were working out with dumbbells, and others were squatting with a weight that seemed completely impossible for Alyosha to lift. This sight impressed him so much that he began skipping classes at least five times a week and spent all his free time at the "gym." As you know, constant training is needed for good results. A week later, his class teacher became worried; Alyosha had never disappeared without warning, so she called his mother. For his mother, the news that her exemplary son had not been at school for a week came as a shock, and that evening, she planned to have a serious talk with Alyosha. When he arrived, her son looked strange: the veins on his arms and neck were bulging, and his eyes were red and swollen. Right at the door, he commanded his mother, "Let's eat!" The stunned woman didn't know how to react and simply remained silent. After dinner, his mother rushed to her son's jacket and found an ampoule of bright red liquid in one of the pockets; the side had the inscription "B6." Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt a sense of dread, thinking the worst: "My son is taking protein..." But the woman didn't panic and called the police, who promised to help immediately. The police squad that arrived immediately broke down the door of the boy's room, and they were faced with a terrible sight: Alexei was standing in the room with his pants down, his body covered in white liquid, and he was holding a large syringe, ready to inject it into his penis. The officers tried to put handcuffs on the young man, but he fought them off with a 5-kilogram can of "EXTRA MASS," presumably produced in Tajikistan. During the arrest, some of the substance got into the eye of one of the officers, and he was immediately hospitalized with a severe burn and complete loss of vision. According to experts, Alexei was applying a dangerous drug based on protein to his body, which temporarily increases strength and muscle mass, and he was also injecting steroid hormones into his penis, as all steroids act through the reproductive system. During the interrogation, the young man confessed that the first day of training at the gym didn't go very well, and two men, clearly regulars, approached him. They offered him to try the so-called "pharma" - a solution of heroin-containing proteins in hashish, promising that it would help him achieve results. The "pharma" lived up to the boy's expectations, and he became very attached to those people; the feelings of strength and euphoria overshadowed Alexei's mind and upbringing. Over the course of a week, the people involved in the case taught him to do "base" - systematic injections of steroids into the penis - as well as a set of extremely dangerous exercises and something called "drying," which turned out to be anal sex using cocaine that was poorly purified from protein impurities.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.