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shoot him
shoot him
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No one compares to my Matilda-
No one compares to my Matilda-
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With hints of promotion!
With hints of promotion!
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It would be nice to take a vacation for a hundred days. you can also quit, but it's not the same:
It would be nice to take a vacation for a hundred days. you can also quit, but it's not the same:
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It's the boss's birthday. The employees agonize over the flattering epithets for the text of a birthday card. And then the sysadmin walks into the room. Everyone goes straight to him: - Can you speak well of our boss? The sysadmin doesn't hesitate to answer: - Stupid narcissistic faggot! General rapturous delight: - Really well said! Let's write it down: he has a rare intellect, knows his price and, most importantly, is not indifferent to all subordinates.
It's the boss's birthday. The employees agonize over the flattering epithets for the text of a birthday card. And then the sysadmin walks into the room. Everyone goes straight to him: - Can you speak well of our boss? The sysadmin doesn't hesitate to answer: - Stupid narcissistic faggot! General rapturous delight: - Really well said! Let's write it down: he has a rare intellect, knows his price and, most importantly, is not indifferent to all subordinates.
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Boys dream of steering wheels and sailing on ocean waves, But even on land there are many steering wheels, Where captains are also needed. And you, captain of the crew, You steer the ship So dashingly, we're not afraid of pirate gangs, Neither wind, nor waves, nor reefs. You know the tricks, the secrets, How to raise your income so high And enviously look at your competitors Going under the sea so close by. You always join us in conversation With a glass of good rum, Your smile is always with us, And we are at home in our workplace! You look handsome, shouldered and mustachioed. If only the director had seen you, you'd have played Three Musketeers instead of Boyarsky. But why? For the women of the world to suffer at your portrait? There's scarcely a more beautiful woman than your young wife. All is, all is well in your life, That you should live happily and beautifully. Besides, it's your day, and we are sincerely glad to congratulate you with all our staff. What can I wish you? That your dreams come true, That your brave ship always sail the oceans and the wind is always in your path. You are our captain, You are chosen by God To command under the sails, And if not you others can not, Don't you see yourself? From the northern ice to the Sahara Desert There's no better chief than our peerless beloved Zakharov, the Chosen One of fortune and success!
Boys dream of steering wheels and sailing on ocean waves, But even on land there are many steering wheels, Where captains are also needed. And you, captain of the crew, You steer the ship So dashingly, we're not afraid of pirate gangs, Neither wind, nor waves, nor reefs. You know the tricks, the secrets, How to raise your income so high And enviously look at your competitors Going under the sea so close by. You always join us in conversation With a glass of good rum, Your smile is always with us, And we are at home in our workplace! You look handsome, shouldered and mustachioed. If only the director had seen you, you'd have played Three Musketeers instead of Boyarsky. But why? For the women of the world to suffer at your portrait? There's scarcely a more beautiful woman than your young wife. All is, all is well in your life, That you should live happily and beautifully. Besides, it's your day, and we are sincerely glad to congratulate you with all our staff. What can I wish you? That your dreams come true, That your brave ship always sail the oceans and the wind is always in your path. You are our captain, You are chosen by God To command under the sails, And if not you others can not, Don't you see yourself? From the northern ice to the Sahara Desert There's no better chief than our peerless beloved Zakharov, the Chosen One of fortune and success!