Люди публикуют о себе самую разную информацию. Кто-то рассказывает подробно о каждом моменте своей жизни, кто-то более лаконичен и предпочитает довольствоваться минимальным количеством сведений.

Иногда фото не загружается с первого раза - в этом случае рекомендуем просто обновить страницу (виной всему высокий уровень нагрузок и большое количество запросов к серверам ВК). В некоторых случаях отсутствие фото и друзей на странице обусловлено настройками приватности.

Ras Паша

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• Живёт сейчас в:, Владивосток
• Родной город:Zion
• Страница ВКонтакте:id5434318
• О себе:пп
• Дата рождения:27 февраля 1989 (36 лет)
• Религиозные убеждения:Jah Rastafari

• Деятельность:

  терор

• Интересы:

  терор и зажатие

• Любимая музыка:

  raggae, ska, dub, ragga, jungle, mento, rocksteady, dancehall, calypso, raggacore, karibean, soul, funk, jazz, rithm and blues

• Любимые фильмы:

  без коментариев

• Любимые книги:

  аргентинская поэзия

• Любимые телешоу:

  Новости на канале Благовест

• Любимые цитаты:

  "Шутка блять чиста века" Ситкхаркха
  "Так все голова все не работает"
  "Ты че,по фене боташь?"
  "Голова совсем финишшш!!???"
  "Слышь чо, на нарах посидишь!"
  Grandma: Ashtray! You little bitch ass motherfucker! Come over here and give your grandma a hug!
  Ashtray's Mother: Tray, I don't want you hangin' out in the streets. I want you to finish school, 'cause without an education the only kind of work you're gonna get is sellin' drugs, pimpin' women, or workin' security for Eddie Murphy.
  Dashiki: Now kids, what do we say to a man that Mommy just met?
  Kids: Are you my daddy?
  [during job interview]
  Recruiter: Well, I see your hobbies include "drinkin', smokin' weed, and all kinds of ill shit."
  Ashtray's cellmate: If you hit a man, in time his wounds will heal. If you steal from a man, you can replace what you've stolen. But always cross in the green, never in between. Because the honorable Elijah Muhammed Ali floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee. And always remember my brother, one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish, knick knack, paddy whack, give a dog a bone, two thousand, zero, zero, party, oops! Out of time, my bacon smellin' fine.
  Loc Dog: How much for this candy bar?
  Korean Woman: Das five dala!
  Loc Dog: Five dollars? Damn! I better get some sucky-sucky with that!
  Loc Dog: Everyone in the hood been up in her! She got more kids than Mrs. Wayans!
  Ashtray: So, will I see you again?
  Ashtray's Mother: Sorry, baby: you know there ain't no positive black females in these movies.
  [while filling out job application]
  Loc Dog: Name: Loc Dog, baby. Height: Six-deuce! Age: 19. Father's name: mmm... I dunno. Sex: hell yeah, nigga! Salary desired: 3 million dollars! Cash!
  Preach: I'm just tryin' to do to white girls what the white man's been doin' to us for 400 years.
  Crazy Legs: Yeah, what's that?
  Preach: Fuck 'em.
  Loc Dog: Well, I can see how a pretty little woman like yourself can make a man a little sick- I mean, nervous!
  [repeated line]
  Mailman: Message!
  Loc Dog: "The Dog" don't bite... unless ya ask.
  [His friend died because he smoke a powerful joint]
  Loc Dog: Yo, pass that shit!
  Mailman: Messsssssaaaaage!
  Ashtray: We didn't even do nothing.
  Officer Self Hatred: What? You think you tough?
  [pulls gun on Ashtray]
  Officer Self Hatred: You ain't so tough now, little nigga. I hate your black bastards, you *stink*! I hate your black skin. I hate your black pants. I hate black pepper. I hate black keys on a piano. I hate my gums, because they're black. I hate Whoopi Goldberg's *lips*. I hate the back of Forrest Whittaker's neck. Huh? Most of all, I hate that black-ass Wesley Snipes.
  [smoking a blunt]
  Grandma: [shouts] Damn! This is some good shit.
  [after Ashtray hits her]
  Grandma: You still hit like a bitch, motherfucker.
  Loc Dog: Either they don't know, don't show, or don't care about being a menace to South Central while drinking your juice in the hood. That's what it's all about. That's what it's all about.
  Mailman: The fuck is he talking 'bout?
  Driving Instructor: Hello. I'm Mr. Walker, your driving instructor. Fasten your seat belt, check your mirrors, let's begin.
  [Ashtray driving]
  Driving Instructor: Make a right, right here.
  [a few moments later... ]
  Driving Instructor: Make another left right here.
  [a few moments later, in front of bank]
  Driving Instructor: Park right here.
  [Ashtray stops]
  Driving Instructor: Wait here.
  [Ashtray waits, gunshots heard in bank, alarm sounding, Mr. Walker runs back to car, points gun at Ashtray]
  Priscilla Milan
  knyaz1989

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