You guys are total nuts!
Liquor can't kill the
has chosen for his guard and noted to myself that he did it rather cleverly.
war is to redirect our attention from that stealfest.
Thank God, he's just signing
although they lost their attractive looks but nobody makes them anymore.
That's how the quarrel has begun.
Here, everything goes.
- Sure, count me in.
and pressing fingers against their wounds.
Bombs, five hundred kilos of metal and explosives each, are
During the next six-month they'll have
The grunts eat them, rest for a while and spring to their feet.
just bitterness mixed with gunpowder gases and nicotine gigantic tits
When he finally cleared his way to the
OK, I'll figure out later what to do with that dick.
before the Chechen campaign, he was attached to our brigade from Abakan.
military commissariat and social security office after funeral, fill out an
While doing that, they tried not to
If you ask me, tomorrow morning we have to fetch the recon guys
The hoods are busy taking vengeance on
I sighed gigantic tits
up the smoke diversion.
If they hadn't screwed around, we wouldn't have come here in
This way his or her personality is replicated onto yourself and then you
behind my back.
and I managed to climb up a little.
The projectile flew far
nerves were giving in and I was turning a bit hysterical after our little
- God, strike me by lightning if it's not true.
there in the same department and rank.
see our enemy, they too can't see us for sure, thus firing pretty much
He was shooting with Kalashnikov, taking aim carefully.
I figured they went together and thus asked him: gigantic tits
the weeping grunt's hand:
several hours ago fighting for every centimeter.
In case they'd find spooks there, he'll register them as his kills, we,
- Ah, Slava, how was the trip? Got the sniper?
can go and screw yourselves.
- We're totally screwed!
- If had punched you a little higher, could've crushed
- Get on the APCs too, - that's me about the left behind at the Railway
was not even the Central Train Station.
Fifty died for
I almost pulled out mine, from home, TU-134, but noted Ivan's and
Yeah, right! gigantic tits
Revolver! We should pull a revolver, a
the HQ of submarine operations and tell him: We would like to introduce new
They escorted us to the outpost where we found our Com-batt (Battalion
The Brigade charged ahead like an avalanche.
- I closed my eyes stargazing.
A block before Minutka square our reconnaissance
It'd have a chlorine stench though.
I carefully looked at my grunts'
Blood was fountaining from his
According to their perception, we can't fight for shit; we have to
While recounting this, Palych was setting up the table: carving
As a result of a massive air strike
you out, the still living ones as well as all the dead gigantic tits
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