We also brought some girls to someone's birthday, and we shouted from a friend's room, "Borja, go to the kitchen, there are babies," and in response, "As a naker babies, I can't buy up vampires."

PS: He was playing HMM3 at the time.

Babes come and go, and the third heroes are eternal.

XX: For a long time, I wanted to ask someone. Why Stylus on a Smartphone?

yyy: In the line of samsung note - to draw, well and chips of all kinds are implemented with a stylus.

zzz: Used note 3 and note 4 all the time, once got a stylus in order to forge the meat out of a broken tooth

YYY: Do you have anything to do with visual art?

Zzz: When I was a child, I painted a cock at a party

In her daughter, the cat brought another cat into the house and allowed her to eat from her bowl. The daughter said that now about represents the feelings of the mother-in-law when dating a bride...

xxx: I bought a Liebherr refrigerator, there is a Shabbat mode - on Saturday the bulbs do not light up...

yyy: Then there should be the “Ramadan month” option when the refrigerator does not open during the day)

zzz: Then you need fasting when the refrigerator is not opened. at all.

I went to work with a man, 35 years old. We talked somehow, he came from the area, divorced, life did not end, but did not despair. I went out and searched for the second half. I found it on a dating site. There was a lot of free time, I went on dates with candidates, by the time of our conversation I had already traveled with a woman. Life seems to be fine.

It comes once to work dark, well with whom does not happen. I see, he needs to speak out, asked what was said, happened.

What do these grandmothers need? I bring money, I almost don't drink, she and her child were cooked with watermelon yesterday, and she walks darker than the cloud, dissatisfied.

Serena, maybe you don’t get along with your daughter? 14 years, a difficult age... Seroga, he says, everything is okay, she is not at home, will be out of school, will eat and a friend all the time.

What is there, can you advise? Try to talk about how dissatisfied your love is, I say to Serge.

The next day, the serpent came up.

She is stupid! What is missing? I also did the repair (but it is not moving smoothly yet, there is not enough money), and by the time I come, I will make dinner, and give her love! Talk, think, meet, romance, dates, then yes...

It turns out, Serega wrote with her, met, walked a couple of times, spent to the house, and... He came to her with things from the rental apartment, even a pudding curtain brought! )))

To be honest, I am in shock! And Seroga, he says, why did I spend my money on rental housing, since everything is okay here?

Here is such a romance, with giraffes and baulas... He stopped and did not drive out, may have regretted, or may have not immediately found what to answer... So he suffered with a stranger, in his apartment...

Sorry, for the fact that a lot of water is poured here, for mistakes, but the story is real.

P.S. Half a year later Seroga left from his "love", along with the guire. There are many beautiful unmarried women.

Many generations have been born, and the fairy tale has never been.

I went to my friend in the evening, he lives in his house. They sat down, drank a cup, and when the wives went away to communicate in the room, he stood up and said briefly:
Go to.
We came to the sarai, which stands in his yard. On the right were flooded fresh berry wood, and on the left were shelves with various crafts and supplies that could feed a small African village. The comrade approached the shelf, on which there was a battery of large and medium-sized bottles, grandly nodded at them and solemnly said:
The apple cider!
You are what! I was surprised and looked better. Inside the bottles was some mysterious muddy substance, and closer to the bottom was a thick layer of precipitation.
“Real, carbonated,” he confirmed, “he pressed himself, there are only apples and sugar seven kilos.
Then he removed one of the bottles from the shelf, with the label of lemonade "Ah!“He handed me carefully with the words “don’t thank me.”
I sneezed and did not thank, between close friends it was unnecessary. And to give half a cup of real carbon cider, as you understand, you can only a close friend.
At home, I realized that I don’t know exactly what apple cider is drinking from. Having delivered the high glasses for the chance, I opened the bottle, and an exciting apple smell spread through the dining room. The cider by this time has already completely swallowed and acquired a flat dark brown color. The wife, suspected of smelling the bubbling fluid, refused to try it and went to bed.
From the first swallow, I understood what the expression taste is known since childhood. Specifically, from early youth. Immediately remembered poker and "thousands" behind the garages, and the papyrus "Prim" and the three-liter bank around the circle, when on a daring question of what to eat, all the chorus of warts - so, out, on the wall the cock hangs! And after a painful morning sickness, terrible vomiting in the toilet and an unpleasant conversation with parents.
In general, the journey in time went so well that after the first glass, I suddenly poured out the second and, having plunged with it for another half an hour, went to bed.
But, unfortunately, this is not the end of the story, because life has always been richer.
On the night of the change in the coffee shop, where she served in the holidays, the daughter returned. Usually, when she works until late, we leave her something on the table, a piece of melon, a banana, or some bulk.
This time on the table she found half a bottle of lemonade “Ah!“”
Not thinking for a long time, she also poured out a cup and, shouting, drank a ball.
I woke up from the sound of the TV, which spoke at full volume. The daughter sat in the dining room on the couch and smiled:
“And my second tattoo,” she proudly, “was photographed yesterday by three.
After which she whispered drunk and, throwing herself on the couch, instantly fell asleep in the posture of a Vitruvian man.
Having realized that the irreparable happened, I poured another half glass of pseudo-limonade and after drinking a spoon, I went to bed again.
The fighting began in the morning.
How could you drink this baby? The wife asked angrily. - You understand that you are an alcoholic, and socially dangerous, you are also attracting your daughter!
I was silent like an Indian prisoner.
“It’s true,” confirmed the daughter sadly, “it pulls in. I even thought before that at the airport each passenger flight is called separately.
Why is? I badly asked.
“Because you’re always hanging in the cafe until the last time our name is announced!
Half an hour later, after reading a lot of notes and giving me a bunch of impossible tasks, they finally went somewhere. Half an hour later, a friend called:
So, has the Siddhartha tried it?
“I tried,” I breathed out, “only that, of course, is not a cider.
And why, he worried, seven kilos of sugar.
“It’s not a sidr,” I repeated again, “it’s... you at least got Calvados. Remark was such a drink.
The Remark? - He was delighted, - you know, and you go to me right now, I also have a bourbon! I did myself too...
I breathed again, but when I thought about it, I began to dress. Eat a real bourbon. Especially because in the event of new domestic violence, I can always escape from home and become a sailor.

If God created the sun only on the fourth day, how did he know that four days had passed?