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I can wholeheartedly support Revan; a healthy lifestyle apparently doesn't provide as much benefit as one might hope. Mostly, it seems that nerves and the environment are the factors working for or against our health...
I don't even have the words to offer proper support. Revan, I would really like to be able to help you in some way, but unfortunately, I'm not a wealthy person who can afford to send you for proper treatment abroad...
He actually did it! He shared a recipe! Look, Sky might try to act like a brutal gangster, but deep down, he's a caring guy! He wants to protect people from anime and feed them with pies made according to his grandmother's recipe.
He actually did it! He shared the recipe! Look, even though Heaven tries to act like a brutal gangster, deep down he's a caring guy! He wants to protect people from anime and feed them with pies made according to his grandmother's recipe.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
It would be great to adopt a healthy lifestyle while living in the CIS. But if we started drinking, smoking, and using drugs from school like all normal people, we would be running around healthily until we were 30-40 years old, and then it wouldn't matter so much; the average life expectancy would adjust and balance things out.
Thank you, now I definitely know that I live in paradise. Yesterday, while walking home, I was counting the runners I met. As always, I lost count around the second dozen. As always, among the runners, there were also elderly people and old women in their 70s who were pretending to run very slowly. Hmm. I should probably extend my health insurance. Paradise is paradise, but if something happens, I won't even go to the hospital now. Or rather, I will go, but immediately after that, I'll end up in jail for debts or deportation home for the same reason.
..разым двазым трызым рызым пята лата сигерь мата локом боком крюк за крюк из бульмы бульма урюк.. Знание некоторых закономерностей освобождает от изучения многих фактов. Мечты сбываются рано или поздно, так или иначе.
Mastery of weaponry soothes pain, sorrows, and ailments, bestows prudence, dispels melancholy and vain arrogance, provides perfect breath, health, and a long life. Moreover, it proves to be the most amiable and convenient companion, and when a person is alone and has only their weapon with them, it relieves them of all fears.
No.
Many types of people are obsessed with firearms, but one of them is weak nerds who are afraid of getting beaten in a fair fight and think that if they get a boomstick, they will finally stop being afraid of everything and, if they do get one, they turn into complete arrogant weirdos who shout, "See, your muscles don't matter!!!" Of course, there are other, more worthy representatives among firearm enthusiasts, but I enjoy the thought that there are definitely fewer such people among those who are fond of melee weapons, if there are any at all.
Where do we go? Where do we end up when we save the world?
Arandor
