Xxx: Once I was sitting on a wheelchair, on a seed stack. Grandfather started sharply with a turn, and I was driven off the stake with a centrifugal force. A drop of meters from 3 and 20 centimeters from the head fell a healthy drin, which this stang had to be pressed.

And one day, my grandfather and I were sitting on a chariot right behind the horse, my grandfather decided to catch up with the red horse and ticked him in the ass with forks. The Redhead was frightened and struck us from foot to head.

My grandfather was still smoking, and when we were riding a cart, he was riding on a seed stack and smoking fireworks. Fireworks were thrown aside after smoking. How many times we burned, I can’t count.

Once I wore cows, sitting on the Rice, and my brother decided to joke, and gently knelt the Rice with a chestnut. The red rose broke straight, and right was the forest. I fell off the tree almost immediately.

One day in the spring, my brother and I went for a walk, early in the morning we crossed the stream and bowed the whole day, and when at three o’clock the day decided to go home, it turned out that the stream turned into an unshakable river, as the sun burned and the snow melted friendly. I had to swim. That was the first time I was rubbed with vodka and pissed at the same time.



You can continue very long... really interesting life in the village )

Xxx: There was a moment, I raised one mountain eagle "brotherly" so it coincided with 300r he lacked for the necessary business (made him a discount, I got 0 earnings). Well, with everyone happens...

He: Brother, thank you very much, I really did not expect, if you ask me, at any time, as I can help.

Recently called

He said: “Hello brother, you remember you gave me a gift then...

I: I remember, do you want to give me money?

He: Yes, no problem at all, but later, who am I calling, can you borrow a couple of rubles? Very needed!

Advertising of Russian banks: “Let’s go around the world for your money!”

It was told by a man who spent 17 years in Stalin camps on a political article.
When he was released in 1953, he was given a goodbye gift by the sludge. He says to them:
“Thank you guys, but why do I need a knife? You know, I don’t go with a knife.
They are him:
Everything is right. You live on the Column now, why do you have a knife? And tomorrow you go to Moscow, there can not walk without a knife.

What is this Russian French Soviet champagne so expensive? You are a carrot, what do you do?