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PARNI! kak vas ponjatj po4emu vq takie stranqe sozdanie? and got a better answer
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To understand, you have to have at least the balls we have. That's why they're weird.
To understand, you have to have at least the balls we have. That's why they're weird.
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Who's to say?
Who's to say?
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guys think the same about girls. You can understand any man, you just have to have a mutual desire to do it
guys think the same about girls. You can understand any man, you just have to have a mutual desire to do it
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Funny, we used to think girls were strange creatures.
Funny, we used to think girls were strange creatures.
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vse mi stranie tolko po raznomu, u odnogo odno a u drugova drugoe ponimaesh, ili vozmozhno ti nahodish tolko moralnih urodov, a da! zaya ne otvechay za vseh, ti menya ne znaesh lutshe pomolchi
vse mi stranie tolko po raznomu, u odnogo odno a u drugova drugoe ponimaesh, ili vozmozhno ti nahodish tolko moralnih urodov, a da! zaya ne otvechay za vseh, ti menya ne znaesh lutshe pomolchi
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You're a woman, you're a book between books, You're a rolled up, sealed scroll; In its lines both thoughts and words abound, In its sheets every moment is mad. Thou art a woman, thou art a witch's drink! It burns with fire, when it enters the mouth; But he who drinks the flame suppresses the cry And praises frantically in the midst of torture. Thou art a woman, and thou art right. Thou art a woman, a woman right, and from ages past thou art crowned with a starry crown, Thou art in our depths the image of a deity! For thee, we carry the iron yoke, For thee we serve, the solid mountains we crush, And we pray, from ages past, for thee.
You're a woman, you're a book between books, You're a rolled up, sealed scroll; In its lines both thoughts and words abound, In its sheets every moment is mad. Thou art a woman, thou art a witch's drink! It burns with fire, when it enters the mouth; But he who drinks the flame suppresses the cry And praises frantically in the midst of torture. Thou art a woman, and thou art right. Thou art a woman, a woman right, and from ages past thou art crowned with a starry crown, Thou art in our depths the image of a deity! For thee, we carry the iron yoke, For thee we serve, the solid mountains we crush, And we pray, from ages past, for thee.
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We can't be understood. That's a nice ass;
We can't be understood. That's a nice ass;
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So that's the beauty of a man and a woman communicating that we never fully understand each other. There is always a mystery in the other person and therefore there is interest. When a man is understandable, it is not interesting to communicate with him.
So that's the beauty of a man and a woman communicating that we never fully understand each other. There is always a mystery in the other person and therefore there is interest. When a man is understandable, it is not interesting to communicate with him.