Pessimist sees all black, Optimistic see light at the end tunnel,Realist see light locomotive, train driver sees three idiots on the line-cunt is sex organ and asshole character trait.
The walls are painted with oil paint plain, dark and stained, somehow dull greenish, but more by the spirit than by their color. The paint is peeling in places. But this environment is not definitive, it is variable, dependent on the fluctuations of internal state of the protagonist..
+ (Ignoring him): When some of the things you say, an open heart, you might regain your friends. And you are like this and still do not. You can have who knows what kind of idiot, you can acquire new enemies, because you and these old, obviously, not enough. And you can be happy, because you have your group. Everyone should have their group. That you, my people, something very valuable. A group of people who support each other - does not have to be big - can and a small handful is enough. But what is most important, is that they are still friends, who can help to get out of the shit. Thus, lawyers or call for help, or doctors, or pulls itself. And to start you should just be a friend of myself and pronounce that damn good day.
♥ ‰ and burst out laughing. ♥: Good afternoon! I am bankrupt. ‰: Good day! I'm epileptic. ♥: Good afternoon! Menu had strayed dog. ‰: Good day! I have hemorrhoids. ♪ And I'm a foundling. Good day! Roughly mock. + They watched in disbelief, turning to the others as if in them asking for support. They wholeheartedly accept. ☻: Hello, I'm an alcoholic! ☺: Hello, I'm an addict! ♂: Good afternoon, I'm addicted to poker machines! ♪ Hello! - I'm a fascist!
The service life of perfect, sweet and beautiful women in relationships is very short. Once they win, the men suddenly lose interest in their so-called "trophy pieces. A good example of this is the election of beauty who each year elect a new unfortunate that life will spend in pursuit of players. If they were lucky, will end with a ring as we aged businessman of dubious reputation..