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Who knows about you. Maybe you're actually shorter and trying to act like a cool dude with 180+ height.
Your photo was really weird. That guy looked way too old and skinny, doesn't fit that description at all.
183 is a pretty solid guy, at least he looked like Schwarzenegger in his youth.
And another thing. I don't see the point in being 190 if you don't have the mass. You'd end up like Seiver, who needs that.
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
If I were making these lists like "100 things I must do," I would add going out to sea as a crew member. I'd probably just be puking from seasickness the whole time, but still.
I don't think it's worse than being stuck with a crazy neighbor on the floor above who, from 7 a.m. and throughout the day, screams at her kids or her man so loudly that you wonder where she even gets all that energy.
In such a situation, at least theoretically, there is an option to rent another apartment. There are no options there. Also, an ambulance won't come if something happens. Although I actually liked the long passage (28 days without ports) the most. Little work, no need to meet assholes at the gangway (I mean the bridge between the ship and the pier), no one will call in the middle of the night and say: "ALEX GET THE F**K UP MOORING YOU B**CH!"
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
I don't think it's worse than being cooped up with a crazy neighbor on the floor above who, from 7 AM and all day long, shrieks at either her kids or her husband so loudly that you wonder where she even gets that much energy.
How good it is that I live in a Khrushchevka with more or less tolerable soundproofing. Although I still don't rule out that sometimes, during the daytime, I might be that very neighbor for someone...
Vlad affirmed that killing the poor was an act of mercy to free them from their impoverished lives and into heaven. In one particular tale, Vlad saw beggars in a nearby town and felt distaste as they begged for money. He chose to invite them to a feast of many different foods and let them eat. While they ate, his army surrounded the beggars and began a circle of fire around them, allowing them to burn to death. This method was used frequently, including another instance where 400 boys from different lands came to explore the culture and were instead burned alive.
Fools don't believe and don't pray, and then they whine that miracles don't happen. And above our equipment, within ±30 meters, a state-of-the-art Hornet flew by, which recognizes everything through AI, hits on its own, and is immune to any jammer, and somehow it didn't *** us. The weather is clear, we're in plain sight, and there can't be any higher-priority targets within 20 km around. It's all because I believed and prayed. A miracle. Check and mate, atheists.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers