Born perfect, born different, born better than your best
Два гига танго это прекрасно, но я нифига не понимаю... Интересно, а есть английское танго? О.о
Не... Английское танго это как-то даже идеологически неправильно...
А ещё у меня есть цитаты моего любимого злодея.
Come on! Vampires! Grrr! Nasty! Let's annihilate them, for justice, and for... the safety of puppies... and Christmas, right? Let's fight that evil! Let's kill something! Oh, come on!
So when do we destroy the world, already?
If every vampire who said he was at the Crucifixion was actually there it would've been like Woodstock. I was at Woodstock. It was a weird gig... I fed off a flower person and I spent six hours watching my hand move.
(In response to being asked to fight a troll)
I would, but I'm paralyzed with not caring very much.
We like to talk big... vampires do. "I'm going to destroy the world." That's just tough-guy talk. Strutting around with your friends over a pint of blood. The truth is, I _like_ this world. You've got...dog racing, Manchester United. And you've got people. Billions of people walking around like Happy Meals with legs. It's all right here. But then someone comes along with a vision. With a real... passion for destruction. Angel could pull it off. Good-bye, Picadilly. Farewell, Leicester-bloody-Square.
She just left. She didn't even care enough to cut off my head or set me on fire. I mean, is that too much to ask? You know? Some little sign that she cared?
You know there are quite a few American beers that are highly underrated. This, unfortunately, is not one of them.
He's bound to have some classic midlife-crisis transport. Something red, shiny, shaped like a penis.
- What are you doing here? Five words or less.
- Out. For. A. Walk... Bitch.
Не... Английское танго это как-то даже идеологически неправильно...
А ещё у меня есть цитаты моего любимого злодея.
Come on! Vampires! Grrr! Nasty! Let's annihilate them, for justice, and for... the safety of puppies... and Christmas, right? Let's fight that evil! Let's kill something! Oh, come on!
So when do we destroy the world, already?
If every vampire who said he was at the Crucifixion was actually there it would've been like Woodstock. I was at Woodstock. It was a weird gig... I fed off a flower person and I spent six hours watching my hand move.
(In response to being asked to fight a troll)
I would, but I'm paralyzed with not caring very much.
We like to talk big... vampires do. "I'm going to destroy the world." That's just tough-guy talk. Strutting around with your friends over a pint of blood. The truth is, I _like_ this world. You've got...dog racing, Manchester United. And you've got people. Billions of people walking around like Happy Meals with legs. It's all right here. But then someone comes along with a vision. With a real... passion for destruction. Angel could pull it off. Good-bye, Picadilly. Farewell, Leicester-bloody-Square.
She just left. She didn't even care enough to cut off my head or set me on fire. I mean, is that too much to ask? You know? Some little sign that she cared?
You know there are quite a few American beers that are highly underrated. This, unfortunately, is not one of them.
He's bound to have some classic midlife-crisis transport. Something red, shiny, shaped like a penis.
- What are you doing here? Five words or less.
- Out. For. A. Walk... Bitch.