... ... ... Madre Dios! ? ? ? ? ? ? !!!
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My God, , : ?... ... : ?
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One day a professor could not stay for his afternoon classes, so he put a notice on the door, which read as follows: "Professor Evans will not be able to meet his classes this afternoon".
Then he went to put on his coat and on his way out saw that some student had rubbed off the letter 'c' in the word 'classes' on the notice. The professor smiled and rubbed off the letter 'l' in the word 'lasses'.
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Editor "Did you write this poem yourself?"
Young man "Yes, every line of it"
Editor "Then I am glad to meet you, Mr. Byron. I thought you were dead long ago."
Oh, George... My first love, my passion... , my dear friend, , - ...
English...English... ...
"There are no unlockable doors.
There are no unwinable wars.
There are no unrightable wrongs
Or unsignable songs.
There are no unbeatable odds,
There are no believable gods,
There are no unnameable names
Shall I say it again, yeah".
, , , , , " "... ? ? , , : "If I wanted your opinion I'd call you in hell". , , ...
English... Sometimes I think that Hell is a place where's spoken the language we can understand, however, cannot speak...
