если чуда не случится и тупоголовые свинособаки на единоросах убьют барную культуру моего любимого города, я уеду жить сюда

I really think about this every day. Every time I see a large male, every time I think about a plane, every time somebody mentions the CIA, every time somebody asks about a mask, every time I weigh on the scale, every time somebody mentions the want to be a Dr. , every time somebody says they're not their friends, every time somebody mentions loyalty, every time somebody mentions Batman.

Holy shit. It's a part of me now. This scene is a big guy for me, and taking over my brain must have been a part of it's plan. Of course, Bravo Nolan you're a real human being and a true detective. I don't know what to do anymore. I wake up in the middle of the night and immediately yell FOR YOU! I just can't help it. Every dream I can remember for the past 6 months has had to do with this fucking scene. Even if it's just the faintest sound of the plane. Oh my God. Please save me. Somebody. I can't take it. My life is crashing with no survivors.

I got a SOCOM Scout, twenty extra mags
And a couple severed heads in my bug out bag

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завалим усатого "управленца" письмами, того и гляди одумается

(вот кстати охуенную деталь заметил в s1e7 мистер робота пока пересматривал, эллиот подписал диск с бэкапом про шейлу как the cure - disintegration потому что во флешбеке их первой встречи играла именно pictures of you. типа мило и вся хуйня. вообще кайфую от пересмотра)

Щитпост каналы принимайте челендж

хуевое какое-то гадание у вас

ладно бы про всадниц речь шла

наездниц там

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