Landfill tolerance.
Right now, all my tolerance, which, as you know, I found in the dump, will come out in all my flesh.
It's not for nothing that I even chose this photo. If you do not touch or stir, my tolerance is quite a whole organism, but if some kind of perversion climbs and shines with it like a fucking space searchlight, then excuse me if the bits of my crap and bastard tolerance will scatter like these fluffs in the wind...
Dear and respected our men...
Eh... You know, there are several types of men, plus there are more subtypes, where the devil will break his leg. But this...
I can hammer in a nail, assemble furniture, twist, unscrew, disassemble, repair and, most importantly, assemble. And I can do this not because I am a very skilled worker, of course yes, but also because there was a certain moment in my life, such a little zvizdet who taught me all this.
So tell me, what kind of star in life should have happened to a man so that he would start to paint like a woman (no offense to women). That is, he took scarlet lipstick, painted his lips and thought it was good? I don't mind guys looking after themselves. To style your hair there, use a cream, yes damn it, even if it evens out the line of the beard and eyebrows. But cosmetics... You tell me, Katya, he is a stylist, he has a profession... Has it for what? Draw yourself arrows and apply blush? Camon! If you want to do this, there are female models for that.
And believe me, I dofiga tolerance. Even if a man loves a man - yes, please, but you look like a man, remember "Brokeback Mountain" love yourself there quietly. But don't put it on public display. And now painted pussies are crawling out from every corner and shouting about their rights. And I can understand a lot, because I have come across a lot in my life and have seen a lot... But I don’t want to understand this. You are a man!!! And if you do not have a mental disorder, then behave like a man, and not like a pathetic excuse for a disservice!