I'll continue - rabbits aren't just valuable fur, they're also: - and two long ears; - red eyes; - the Playboy magazine logo; - and oooooh, no need to post stupid YouTube links like a violinist, we know that already.
So, brother Victor, what's the news from the fields? How's the sowing season going? What species are there?
No... well, courtly, mother, mannerism, I googled it... I thought a lot, but I didn't understand anything. Stupid. However, I have my doubts. The other day, Prokhor and Semyon were talking, and one said: - A snowstorm flew towards the young despots... - Smash? - Yeah, the snowstorm sang a song about an unfortunate fate... - Smash? - And then the bird fluttered away into the gloomy womb, shriveled... - Smash? - Well, the song stopped as soon as it met the shaft... - Smash?
Victor, I know about the Piorgafs, but what about the ladies?
Victor, I know about the Piorgafs, but what about the ladies?[/quote] Backwoods, Well, with the ladies, I think it's better to do things the old-fashioned way, less about technique and more about love. I was very upset here when Vera Vadimovna was confused with the famous lieutenant. But decide for yourself; you have more experience with their gender.
, Well, I think it's better to be gentlemanlike with the ladies, less about technique, more about love. I was very upset here when Vera Vadimovna was confused with a famous lieutenant. But decide for yourself, you have more experience with their sex.
Oh, brother Victor... You're throwing me in the same pile with the ladies. You think you come in here, reeking of cologne, and smear love right in her face? No, brother, no... Is that how it is with you at those pastoral parties? Hey, gentleman, come here, grunt something gentlemanly? Be polite and affectation-free. Or I might use a horseshoe. And you're like, "Oh, where's the toilet?" Confusion and uncertainty of behavior. You have to think hard to keep your femininity from going down the drain.
My experience, it seems, isn't playing a piano; it just ruins everything.
Victor, how many people do you think have banned me already?
Victor, how many people do you think have banned me already?[/quote] Backwoods, Well, you've only just begun this inglorious journey; you're still as far from my two-thirds of the site as Ham was from the flood. (That's a long way off.) You yourself proclaimed that getting banned doesn't require much intelligence, but rather subtlety and subtlety, meaning a more subtle way to attack harshness and sloppiness. Trust me, it's easier and more honest to communicate with those who've banned you, without any mutual obligations or courtesies.
Well, you've only just begun this inglorious journey; you're still as far from my two-thirds of the site as Ham before the flood. (It's a long way off.) You yourself proclaimed that getting banned doesn't require much intelligence, but rather subtler and more subtle attacks on sharpness and camera shake. Trust me, it's easier and more honest to communicate with those who've banned you, without any mutual obligations or courtesies.
Why are you wagging your tail like a dog's tail before a cutlet? Teach me, Guru, how likely it is to get banned. Should we go on and on about ugly exposure? About sharpness... well, that sort of thing... Listen, why do camera manufacturers obsess so much about lens sharpness? Why do they insist on the correct focusing of their products? Maybe it's to get the population to go against it? To film vaguely and blurrily? So to speak, against the system? Like, we're not like that... we don't care about technology... Filming shady crap and writing, "Shot with a top-of-the-line lens"—that's art?
Viktor Kirillov, Why are you wagging your tail like a dog before a cutlet? Guru, teach me how likely it is to get banned. Should I go on and on about unsightly exposure? About sharpness... well, that sort of thing... Listen, why do camera manufacturers obsess so much about lens sharpness? Why do they advocate for proper focusing in their products? Maybe to get the public to go against it? To take blurry, blurry photos? To go against the system, so to speak? Like, we're not like that... we don't care about technology... Shooting some murky crap and writing, "Shot with a top-of-the-line lens"—that's art?
Backwoods, By the way, why aren't you sleeping? Okay, I'm a psycho, stunned by the starry sky like manure, and even then I'm a bit afraid. My wife will be getting ready for work right now, and she'll never believe I wasn't screwing a woman all night with letters. Sharp lenses make for sharp photographs, a hole in a tin can is preferable for metaphysics, a point-and-shoot camera is enough for travel photography, a phone is enough for Instagram, and for Okaledin, a GRIP manual is enough for a beautiful exposure. Technology is secondary, the idea is primary (taking the genre into account, of course).
By the way, why aren't you sleeping? Oh well, I'm a psycho, stunned by the starry sky like manure.
Well, it's like that... I'm a freelance artist, I can do whatever I want... the billionaire's wife is snoring through two holes, and the dust is rising...
Technique is secondary, the idea is primary (taking the genre into account, of course).
Well, I agree. And where do you get ideas for a beautiful exposure? This rat wakes up and goes into the bathroom to squirm - what's the idea? And if the idea is, should I shoot in sharp focus or blur it out? Or throw a hairdryer in there with it running? Nuances, Victor, nuances...
I always dream of using a beautiful depth of field, really using it, so that everyone would be ashamed... But how? Vladimir isn't around, you figure it out yourself. And I, in beautiful exhibitions - like Pesnyary at Eurovision - nicht shinznt, vaguely understand what is happening.
Backwoods, By the way, why aren't you sleeping? Okay, I'm a psycho, stunned by the starry sky like manure, and I'm still a bit scared. My wife will be up getting ready for work right now, and she'll never believe I wasn't screwing a woman all night with letters. Sharp lenses make for sharp pictures, a hole in a tin can is preferable for metaphysics, a point-and-shoot camera is enough for travel photography, a phone is enough for Instagram, and Okaledin needs instructions from the Grip. Vladimir needs a beautiful exposure. Technique is secondary, the idea is primary (taking the genre into account, of course).
Viktor Kirillov, And afterward, you'll be here whining, saying how bad life is. For example, yesterday I spent the whole day fighting corruption, and we had a very useful videoconference with our president.
Viktor Kirillov, Viktor, as a bathhouse specialist and a regular at these establishments, if I block a character, will their comments likely stop coming in? Will their photos still appear in my feed?
Viktor Kirillov, Viktor, as a bathhouse industry specialist and a regular at these establishments, tell me, if I block a character, will their comments apparently stop coming in? And will their photos still appear in my feed?
Backwoods, I'm no expert, I still don't know how to view ratings, who liked them, and other technical buttons. I've never banned anyone myself, I don't need to. Actual IGNORING gives me more sadistic pleasure. Seeing an opponent's futile attempts to attract attention is pure pleasure.
Backwoods, I'm no expert, I still don't know how to view the ratings, who liked them, and other technical buttons. I've never banned anyone myself, I don't need to. Actual IGNORING gives me more sadistic pleasure. Seeing my opponent's futile attempts to attract attention is a real pleasure.
Viktor Kirillov, do you think anyone needs your answers? They're written all over your forehead. You think it's funny to write something like that, knowing you'll just piss them off anyway.
Viktor Kirillov, tell me, Victor, as a bathhouse industry specialist and a regular at these establishments, if I block a character, will their comments apparently stop coming in? And will their photos still appear in my feed?
Backwoods, by the way, you can send me to the bathhouse first. I'll just go and open my second tail, like Vitya.
Viktor Kirillov, do you think anyone needs your answers? They're written all over your forehead. It's funny for you to write something like that, knowing you'll just end up wiping it off.]
Vasya Kotov., You sound just like that unknown Apopov. He also called me "rubber Vitya," like he "wrapped me in letters," and I was too shy to tell him to fuck off. Or Okaledusha is "harassing" me under the lupines. Why don't I take off my collective farm mask? I'm afraid of appearing like an arrogant snob and cynic in front of respectable society. Damn it, I thought I was answering Baskwood. Shine on, Vasya.
Viktor Kirillov, tell me, Victor, as a bathhouse specialist and a regular at these establishments, if I block a character, will their comments apparently stop coming in? And will their photos still appear in my feed?
Backwoods, You can delete the comment under your photos, and delete my last one. I absentmindedly thought I was replying to YOU, otherwise Vasya might burst with pride at being noticed.
You can delete the comment under your photos, delete my last one. I absentmindedly thought I was replying to YOU, otherwise Vasya might burst with pride that he was noticed.
Yeah... it doesn't matter. I advocated a policy of not banning or deleting, with the understanding that the opponent will reveal their characteristics themselves, for everyone to see. It seems there's enough material on some, so it's time to open a Hamburg account.
Viktor Kirillov, Yeah... that's not important. I advocated a no-ban/no-delete policy with the understanding that the opponent would reveal their stats themselves for everyone to see. It seems there's enough material on some people, so it's time to open a Hamburg account.
Backwoods, Okay, I won't insist. I was stupid. I could have just deleted everything when I was editing. I have no experience writing, but I'm absent-minded.
Viktor Kirillov, Yeah... that's not important. I advocated a no-ban/no-delete policy with the understanding that the opponent would reveal their stats for everyone to see. It looks like there's enough material on some of them, so it's time to open a Hamburg account.
Backwoods, while the car's warming up, I'll tell you this. You should take a rest and then, like a dummy, get out of here for a while for the good of the cause. Other authors are making good jokes here now, but you and Vitok have been annoying everyone for a long time.
Backwoods, Field Marshal Kutuzov, Ensign Napoleon, the eminence grise, the arbiter of fates, the mover of the celestial spheres and regional websites, has signed your death warrant. Do you think you'll die from now on? ))
Backwoods, Field Marshal Kutuzov, Ensign Napoleon, eminence grise, arbiter of fates, mover of the celestial spheres and regional websites, has signed your death warrant. Do you think you'll die from now on? ))
Viktor Kirillov, I'll write after a good lunch. I'll propose signing the charter. This will affect you, collective farmer, too.
To avoid further provocations and escalation of the situation on the site, I propose freezing hostilities and declaring a temporary ceasefire in the Backwoods-Kirillova area until Christmas. I propose creating a peacekeeping corps of local residents to prevent or eliminate the threat of a ceasefire. I propose the following comrades, Aida, Muna, and Son of Flounder and Herring, to be part of this corps. During the temporary ceasefire, only light jabs and the throwing of rotten tomatoes from the trenches, directed exclusively at the photograph and not at the author, are permitted. Discussion of this memorandum is welcome.
Field Marshal Kutuzov, Ensign Napoleon, the eminence grise, arbiter of destinies, mover of the celestial spheres and regional websites, has signed your death warrant. Do you think you'll live no more? ))
Well, what kind of life is it now after such an ultimatum... It's not really life at all, but just a mere endurance... I'll go drown my sorrows in whiskey, and maybe a squirrel will come along and then I'll be speaking the same language as our Napoleon.
Viktor Kirillov, Well, what kind of life is it after such an ultimatum... not life at all, just a mere passing... I'll go drown my sorrows in whiskey, and maybe a squirrel will come along and then I'll be speaking the same language as our Napoleon.
Backwoods, My job is to suggest, "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the sons of God" (Matthew 5:9).
And so, you can cancel my account and kiss Vitya on the gums, that's your right. Like
Viktor Kirillov, Yeah, what kind of life is it after such an ultimatum... It's not really life, just a mere passing... I'll go drown my sorrows in whiskey, and maybe a squirrel will come along and then I'll be speaking the same language as our Napoleon.
Backwoods, Yeah, trouble has come, open up... and nothing foreshadowed it, that's when you remember the late Berezovsky
- and two long ears;
- red eyes;
- the Playboy magazine logo;
- and oooooh, no need to post stupid YouTube links like a violinist, we know that already.
So, brother Victor, what's the news from the fields? How's the sowing season going? What species are there?
No... well, courtly, mother, mannerism, I googled it... I thought a lot, but I didn't understand anything. Stupid.
However, I have my doubts.
The other day, Prokhor and Semyon were talking, and one said:
- A snowstorm flew towards the young despots...
- Smash?
- Yeah, the snowstorm sang a song about an unfortunate fate...
- Smash?
- And then the bird fluttered away into the gloomy womb, shriveled...
- Smash?
- Well, the song stopped as soon as it met the shaft...
- Smash?
Victor, I know about the Piorgafs, but what about the ladies?
Backwoods, Well, with the ladies, I think it's better to do things the old-fashioned way, less about technique and more about love. I was very upset here when Vera Vadimovna was confused with the famous lieutenant. But decide for yourself; you have more experience with their gender.
Is that how it is with you at those pastoral parties? Hey, gentleman, come here, grunt something gentlemanly? Be polite and affectation-free. Or I might use a horseshoe.
And you're like, "Oh, where's the toilet?" Confusion and uncertainty of behavior. You have to think hard to keep your femininity from going down the drain.
My experience, it seems, isn't playing a piano; it just ruins everything.
Victor, how many people do you think have banned me already?
Backwoods, Well, you've only just begun this inglorious journey; you're still as far from my two-thirds of the site as Ham was from the flood. (That's a long way off.) You yourself proclaimed that getting banned doesn't require much intelligence, but rather subtlety and subtlety, meaning a more subtle way to attack harshness and sloppiness. Trust me, it's easier and more honest to communicate with those who've banned you, without any mutual obligations or courtesies.
Teach me, Guru, how likely it is to get banned. Should we go on and on about ugly exposure? About sharpness... well, that sort of thing...
Listen, why do camera manufacturers obsess so much about lens sharpness? Why do they insist on the correct focusing of their products? Maybe it's to get the population to go against it? To film vaguely and blurrily? So to speak, against the system? Like, we're not like that... we don't care about technology... Filming shady crap and writing, "Shot with a top-of-the-line lens"—that's art?
Well, I agree. And where do you get ideas for a beautiful exposure? This rat wakes up and goes into the bathroom to squirm - what's the idea? And if the idea is, should I shoot in sharp focus or blur it out? Or throw a hairdryer in there with it running? Nuances, Victor, nuances...
I always dream of using a beautiful depth of field, really using it, so that everyone would be ashamed... But how? Vladimir isn't around, you figure it out yourself. And I, in beautiful exhibitions - like Pesnyary at Eurovision - nicht shinznt, vaguely understand what is happening.
Damn it, I thought I was answering Baskwood. Shine on, Vasya.
Field Marshal Kutuzov, Ensign Napoleon, the eminence grise, the arbiter of fates, the mover of the celestial spheres and regional websites, has signed your death warrant. Do you think you'll die from now on? ))
I'll go drown my sorrows in whiskey, and maybe a squirrel will come along and then I'll be speaking the same language as our Napoleon.
And so, you can cancel my account and kiss Vitya on the gums, that's your right. Like