Yagshemash! Democracy is very different in US and A from Kazakhstan. In America, woman CAN vote, but horse – CANNOT!
I had no car, no money, and no Azamat. The only thing keeping me going was my dream of one day holding Pamela in my arms and then making romantic explosion on her stomach.
This is my country of Kazakhstan. It locate between Tajikistan, and Kyrgyzstan, and assholes Uzbekistan.
Yagshemash! In US and A, if you want to marry a girl, you cannot just go to her father’s house and swap her for 15 gallons of insecticide. Before American woman will allow you in her vazhïn, you must do something called dating.
Yagshemash. In US and A, very rich people like to drink wine. It is like Kazakhi wine, but not made from fermented horses’ urine.
What’s up with it, vanilla face? Me and my homie Azamat just parked our slab outside. We’re looking for somewhere to post up our black asses for the night. So, uh, bang bang, skeet skeet, nigga. Just a couple of pimps, no hoes.
This CJ was like no Kazakh woman I have ever seen. She had golden hairs, teeth as white as pearls, and the asshole of a seven-year-old. For the first time in my lifes, I was in love.
I, uh, like a very much Korki Buchek. You know Korki Buchek? Bing-bang-bing-bang-bing-dl-dl-ding-ding *click* *click* *click-click* bing-bang-bing-bang-bing-dl-dl-ding-ding *click* *click*
He is my neighbor Nursultan Tuliagby. He is pain in my assholes. I get a window from a glass, he must get a window from a glass. I get a step, he must get a step. I get a clock radio, he cannot afford. Great success!