Today, on women's faces in public transport, you could see who has everything well on personal and who doesn't :D

I found a piece of paper on which I wrote down what I wanted to see on Google when the morning came.
There was written: “Toxicity of metro stations and their interaction with asphalt.”

A Japanese woman dreamed of a baby. What if I left Tokyo for nine months?
In vain he threw the coin into the fountain. Crus-Kun

Merl1n: How is it?
Kanaris: The provider enslaved me by increasing the speed of the anlim by 4 times

I got an apartment from a distant relative. There was no repair since the house was built-naturally, pipes and so on. Everything is hole. I started changing the toilet, switched off the water, removed everything as required. I decided to move a little bit (the new toilet in the shape is more lengthy - it would be uncomfortable to get up in the old place) and became a perforator to tap the floor - it was necessary to make a hose. 3 hours of day. I turn on the perforator, immediately ringing the door-neighbor from below, a bullshit-looking man. He has a child sleeping, so I have to wait until he wakes up, not to wake up O_o While I tried to explain that the matter can not wait until the child is asleep - I also have a family and everyone, forgive me, want to write, the man stood with a boring appearance, and then gave me in the nose. A "child" turned out to be 17 years old and he came from the club, so he sleeps..Now we judge.

Ivan the Terrible: Advice something easy and funny
Olga Sukić: Opričnina
Ivan the Terrible: Is this a snake?

Dear Egyptian rebels!
During your actions, try not to break down the pyramids. We will not build new ones.
The Jews.

My daughter burned today. I bought a gorgeous Valentine cake, ordered a table in a great place in advance...As if our first holiday together. I meet her this morning and with all my heart: “Happy Valentine’s Day, Sun!” and she says to me: “I hate this holiday.” I either meet him alone or with some idiot. Shut up tonight?

One step to freedom (23:56:50 14/02/2011)
The ancestors forgot to throw the envelope out of the condom and put it on the commod(!)
Juicebox (23:57:49 14/02/2011)
pc
One step to freedom (23:59:01 14/02/2011)
Grandmother in a coat (going together)
And he says why you have fantasies rolling, throwing it into your pocket
Juicebox (23:59:17 14/02/2011)
Does he tell you?))
One step to freedom (23:59:17 14/02/2011)
I see all this and quiet prudently.
Juicebox (23:59:57 14/02/2011)
I thought she decided it was mine.)
One step to freedom (00:00:04 15/02/2011)
Her sister goes out and asks her grandmother to stay.
One step to freedom (00:00:26 15/02/2011)
She takes off her coat and throws it on the chair.
One step to freedom (00:01:19 15/02/2011)
In half an hour he will leave.
He asks my father to bring a coat.
He raises it up and gives it.
One step to freedom (00:01:33 15/02/2011)
It flies and flies on my knees.
Juicebox (00:02:27 15/02/2011)
You are lucky.)
One step to freedom (00:02:31 15/02/2011)
Father with widening eyes takes it and picks grandmother back into his pocket.
One step to freedom (00:02:38 15/02/2011)
The Curtain

My colleague served cookies.
I: Do you not eat yourself? You put me something there, right?
He said, “Oh, you will be cut off and Valentine’s Day will begin with me!

From Smolla

Lord (18:32:11 14/02/2011)
I was in the subway and I saw a beautiful girl.

KMC (18:32:17 14/02/2011)
well and

Lord (18:32:40 14/02/2011)
This paragraph was interesting! About the conclusion of the Mendeleev-Clapeyron equation from the basic premises of statistics.

Lord (18:32:44 14/02/2011)
Are the girls here?

News on Rambler:
"Bulgaria extradited Russia the haishnik-extortionist"

The first comment:
And to Bulgaria as a sign of gratitude, deport Kirkorov, good exchange! andquot;

Questions in the Count
What programs do you know
Microsoft Office

Conversation with a friend:
HH: I’m really crawling the devil’s journey!
Wow, what did you get from? 😉
xxx:Yes, just the third guy drops me with the wording "I don't deserve you"

Google is
A modest question?
Boulay: The boys are sitting down... and where are they lying?
Section 3: Engage

Google Chrome is unlikely! The most frequently opened tab "new tab" :-)

- such a topic I have on the comp is Windows Linux and there is no auto launch what to do so it is
Signs of interruption...they thirst for your death

I’m from that generation that you ask a question and it doesn’t send to Google, it doesn’t go to the wiki, it just answers right away.

For an empty plate, the size of a spoon is not important.

Post No. 1
A couple of years ago, he made a documentary about the war and filmed for three days in the Kremlin a company of honorary guards.
How she lives, how she trains and protects the number one post.
Every hour they wrote a shift of guard at the Eternal Fire: first large legs, after an hour - a general plan, after another hour - large faces, after another hour - a different perspective, after another hour... and so on, because they cannot be stopped and asked to go for a second dude.
In a word, ordinary filming vanity.
The deputy of the company Oleg – a good man, in the next shift of the guard, looked at the clock and suddenly says:
“You’re not shooting the soldiers now, but the audience who will watch them.
You will not regret filming.
I was surprised, but listened and did not regret – it turned out to be a wise advice.
We and the operator climbed through the fence, walked through the Eternal Fire and began to shoot the audience through the flame in the foreground.
A new shift was marching, suddenly people opened their mouths, as if they saw not soldiers, but aliens.
I looked up, and indeed the guards and the guards did not go synchronously, but just like robots... and they were all somewhat unlikely the same.
Surprised viewers even forgot to photograph them. It was only then that I realized that the breeder and the two guards were three twins.
Inside, behind the Kremlin fence, all these “cyborgs” turned into ordinary joyful boys, it wasn’t even believed that they were the same supermen who stood there, at the Eternal Fire...
My four-year-old son was turning around, he measured the fours and grabbed everyone for the carabines, trying to plug the stick.
We took small interviews from the soldiers: "Was it hard to stand without movement for an hour?", "What do you feel at the eternal fire?", "What funny or not very funny cases happened at the post?" and so on.
Everyone was very honest about themselves. One day, a drunkard came to the fire, not paying attention to the screams. as a result
"Murlo" got from the clock - a hole in the buttock area, and the clock got a vacation to the homeland, so if anyone is not aware: these guys are far from mannequins in military uniform...
I asked the boys:
Isn’t it hard to hold back when the audience is trying to make you laugh?
You cannot laugh...
They began to tell what Jesuit ways the spectators do, only to "split" the clock: and the rows cringe, and different sounds make, often mess up anecdotes, but you stand, you don't see, but in the guard everything crashes afterwards as undermined. And in the post there is no, this can not be... As if the switch turns off the ability to laugh.
One guy told me how he once stood in the post and then he was accidentally seen by a classmate from the crowd, she was in Moscow by car.
He cried out, “Wanna! by Vanya! It is you or not you!“?”
The clock did not lead the beard.
It is good that the classmate guessed to wait until the end of the hour and go after the guards to the door in the wall.
The guy asked, went out and talked with the girl at the door for twenty minutes.
I liked this story and asked to tell it back to the camera.
The soldier agreed.
The camera turned on, but the guy fell into a stupor (this happens).
The only thing he could make out of himself:
My name is Ivan Ivanovich.

Everyone around just fell in laughter, I think his comrades have since called him Ivan Ivanovich.
The filming ended, we said goodbye to the guys and went for a walk with our son in the Alexandrovsky garden: we ate ice cream, admired the fountains.
Finally, the son wanted to look at the shift of the guard and then go home.
I placed a cotton on my neck and stumbled through the audience closer to the fence itself. Seven minutes and there will be a change.
We wait.
Suddenly the Son, sitting on my stitch, points to the clock with his hand and says loudly:
and Dad! and Dad! See also! This is Ivan Ivanovich!! to
After a second, the clock synchronously (and they all do synchronously...) reddened and began to slowly drop their heads on the chest, hiding their faces under the feathers, then trembled slightly...
Apparently they experienced something intermediate between an orgasm and a micro-stroke.
I quickly took my incentive away.
They are good guys, with humor. Each of them is selected one out of two thousand.