But I wonder when I die I will all be removed in contact with my friends or not.

In general, an interesting nuance - the best player of the match reserve goalkeeper...

I walk down the street in the evening, a girl comes in front of me and talks on the phone. I hear :
Right now what? Mmm...So tempting...Mash, how did you get me, why do we offer me the coolest engines when I intolerably want to fuck?

Solitude is :
He went to the salute alone. Because of the passing pairs around me, I hardly felt red that I had such a complex of loneliness. And here, going to the place where we usually watch a salutation, I met my acquaintance girl, with whom I had not seen for a long time, the more I loved her before (and never told her about it). It was surprising, but she was alone. We talked, and the salutations were somewhat unsuccessful. But during them I felt great enthusiasm, and inside everything burned of happiness. I felt that I was not alone. After we went home together, we started talking about love and I, feeling confident, told her about my feelings... And she smiled at me. Now I finally found my girlfriend, and tomorrow we have a first date!!! to

To remember and be proud, it is not necessary to know who commanded the 2nd Belarusian Front in the 45th year!

I am going from the service today through the central square of the home city-hero. At the corner of the prospectus of the same name with the area, I notice another group of other activists of the next movement, cheerfully distributing to the right and to the left these very Georgian stripes. I take ten meters aside in order to spare the delicate psychic of teenagers who may suffer from a collision with a dose of healthy cynicism. I did not calculate. The youthful energy blowing through the edge throws a miracle into my face with a bouquet of black and orange ribbons in my left foot. The right foot of the miracle, with the Georgian bat in it, stretches to the side of my jacket.
This is what?
The Lent.
Why Why?
In memory of the Great Patriotic War. Heroes who died in defense of our country.
Do you know them? Who commanded the 1st Belarusian Front in 1945?
- Rocosovsky, - a miracle floats up in a smile, innerly admired by how cleverly he wiped his nose to an excessively wretched starper.
History, young man, should not be taught by the myths of ines. Konstantin Konstantinovich commanded the 2nd Belarusian, and the 1st was headed by Georgy Konstantinovich Zhukov. So tie the second tape to the same place as the first one. for a better memory.

____________________

Congratulations guys - only they do anything and you're just an educated paddle.
Ma la children!
Instead of puzzling with his knowledge, he would better go and tell the children in the yard what the Kursk bow is.

XXX: Is it for the country?
In Chuvashia, a drunk driver struck a sleeping drunk man on the road.
XXX: stupid and still stupid.

To the quotes about the current generation would only be eaten on May 9.
Personally, I do not know who commanded the 2nd front, 1st or any other, I do not know the chronology of events. I know that our grandparents gave their lives for victory. Our grandparents won. I won’t drink that day. I will remember that thanks to them we remained free. And despite all the difficulties today (they won in vain - you see what happened), I am grateful to them all for this.
Honor and praise to the veterans of the Great Patriotic War, respect to those young people who remember and honor this day. I am in favor of mass protests in support of the celebration of Victory Day.

The Blonde.

I go to the toilet in the office, and on the mobile phone aska...who entered the network,and aska gives out his Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk,and at the same time from two cabins of voice synchronously-occupied!....I first roasted not alone in the push)))

I don't read spam mail - you can immediately see that it's rubbish, but the text messages get. And also these - it's dad/mama/me, your favorite from someone else's phone, take away money, chmookie"

Usually I do not answer, of course, but somehow I got in a bad mood, and yet with a whispering "This is mom, I have a problem. Don’t call me, I’ll explain. Drop 500 r. to 89......... urgently".
Mother in the neighboring room is looking at her wounds.
I send in response:
You will die of skin cancer in 2010.
Half an hour later:
Fuck it can’t! Tell me that’s not true!!! to

One girl loved Glory very much, even her dad made her own with his name, but the love passed and she began to meet with Vova.

2: (Ton of the offended child) and I never had a false imitator
1: Write about it.
2: Oh, I’ll write in the list.
1: and you will be answered "x. you, not a false imitator!"

Why did he leave the last time?
WOW: Once again I was upset that I had cooked the cakes. I put him in the door and put him out.
Q: How many were there?
WOW: Two and a half years.
XXX: O_o

Vladimir Mayakovsky once wrote this verse to an agit-plakat:

People of Moscow, people of culture,
Do not spit by, but spit in the urns!

This poster was seen by Sergey Yesenin, and "corrected":

The People of Moscow, the People of Moscow,
Do not spit in the urns - there is Mayakovsky!

You say Taxi-2, Taxi-3... Fuffle!
The coolest taxi in my life was in Peter. When 25 minutes before departure I learned that our train departs not from Moscow station but from Vitebsky... A man with a slightly Asian appearance took me and my family rebuilding from row to row, like a stubborn chess player, pressing the X-5s and Landrovers, entering such gaps where the smart doesn’t go... But the hit was when near Vitebsky himself he cut off the turning bus with a scream – “I’m going, fucking, I’ll turn...”
When he stopped, it was 10 minutes before the train left. We succeeded...

811:26 zeleboba: How is the weather there 9? What they say?
and
711:30 Seameni: What’s the difference? It is May 9! All the clouds disappear.
and
711:31 Seamens: The air will warm up
and
711:31 Seamens: The grass will be painted
and
711:31 Seameni: Everything will be cool

A merchant is a person who monitors the timing of
The products in the store were repaired on time.

The story smells like a joke, but, as they say, a dared horse.
First person translation from English.

When I was at a visit with my friends, I asked their little daughter who she was.
She wanted to be when she grew up.
The President! The girl answered convincingly.
and wow! I said, what will you do first when you get up?
The President?
“I’ll give a roof over my head and eat all the homeless,” the girl replied.
Her parents, Liberal Democrats, who are present at this dialogue,
Just lights up.
“A worthy goal,” I said, “but there is no need to wait for it.
Until you become president. Let’s clean up the bag behind.
You will cut off all the weeds, cut off the grass and the flowers, and I will cut off you.
I will pay $50 for it. Then we go to the supermarket where
A homeless guy is constantly talking, and you’ll give him that money.
He could buy food and a roof over his head.
The girl thought for a few seconds...and then looked at me right in.
His eyes and asked:
Why would this homeless man not do all this work himself?
Getting 50 dollars?
“Welcome to the Republican Party, my little one,” I smiled.

P.S The girl’s parents are still not talking to me.

A letter from a friend from the army: "We are taught here to clean the snow and cook potatoes.
So if the enemy attacks, we will clean up his way and prepare food.”

You are a rat!
He is a rat? Are you calling the puppy the head of the legal department of an international company, one of the leaders in its segment in the market of many countries? Well you know. That is too much. I am not a rat!
For everyone – yes! But I have seen your pitch and I have the right to be with you on a short leg!