Neighbors after leaving the dress turn on the music in a new way and go to you to beat your mouths. This is Russia...
>You are a pizzaboll! Do not report the arrival of the data of the caller.
and
> when and how. I was informed that as a result of the neighbors carried me the next day and received from me educational guidelines.

Do you know well about columns?
YYY: of course
YYY: These are such small furious animals.

Kial: Haval now, from the nephig to do robbed a telecome. And there the Soviet cartoon Aybolit is going.
So, an interesting fact - the first good gray sage flying on giant eagles was he, not Gandalf.

With my husband:
Why did you get married at all?
I did not think.
What is?! to
By the call of the heart :)

On the radio "investigated" the cause of the pirate of the gasprom cleaner. One of the versions sent by the listeners was this: the marketing move of the Dior store on the new collection of bags.
An even more stupid version came to mind: it was a marketing move, but the Mitsubishi companies (despite the fact that their brands of cars were stolen), they scammed the cost of the car relative to the grandmother’s bags. Almost three times cheaper.

I spoke a day ago with a very familiar Hindu about the joys of our youthful leisure. Here, I say, we have an incredibly close-up game in the lighthouse. Young people sit around: a guy-girl, a guy-girl... The leader takes the light bulb with his lips and passes the sitting on the right, the one on the next, and so on. And all with the lips, because hands behind the back! Having performed such a circle of honor, the light bulb is shortened a little and again released around the circle.



I point out to this Hindu the meaning of this game... What is this child of the Kamasutra jungle?



He said, “You are the extremists, the Russians. Why are you not burning?! to

The border, 10 p.m., a long row of tired persons is slowly moving toward passport control. In the booth sits no less tired FMSnik, I give him my passport. Long and carefully studying the photo in the passport and closely looking at my face, after which he says: "You lost weight!" The mood rose despite fatigue.

I had a conversation with my wife today.

Don’t ask how, but the following sentence came from her:

You’re not going to cut my head?

I: Of course not, I love you.

What if I didn’t love?

A minute of silence.

Standing in a row in a supermarket, a bunch of people, the husband buys beer and a bottle of vodka. Paying off, he suddenly looks at me cleverly and says, "So we'll buy you this now, but it'll be like a birthday!" Under the eyes of shame buyers almost failed under the ground. The Fool)

I was 18 years old, the first car appeared, it was in the early 00s, and the machine was VAZ 2106, it cost a lot, about 35 thousand rubles. Immediately I want to say that at the time prices and wages were different, since then prices have risen at least 3 times.



So, I decided to get the rights and the car to drive, to gain experience, and accordingly it was decided to combine the pleasant with the useful and earn a little pocket money or at least buy off gasoline. Decided on the way! Gathered, went, first thought about how to plant people correctly, how to go, what to do, and what if a person does not know the road, etc. As a result, I bought a map, quite convenient - a book, the address is quickly found, and then on the page in the desired square you are looking for this street, the search took a couple of minutes.



While riding the streets of the city, studied the streets and districts, thoughts came to mind, and what if a bandit gets caught, and if drunk, how to do the right thing, etc.



I drove around the streets all day, but I didn’t find my first client, I drove mostly for fun and decided the next day to try again to find the passenger. By the way, during this time several times customers appeared, but they were picked up by other drivers, and I did not want to stand fourth or fifth, because I am not a taxi driver in a competitive mud, and so, a teenager riding for pleasure.



The next time I chose the direction for the movement in advance, I drove along the prospectus that goes to the airport, started to ride back and forth, it lasted about an hour, until at one moment I saw him - the client! It was a 45-year-old man in a brown coat and black hat, with a small case in his hands. A sharp movement of the steering wheel I turned the car through 2 lanes, approached the customer, he opened the door, then a short dialogue about the end point and the cost of the trip, it was named - Valdai pr-d and the price of 300p. While the client sat down, I had time to quickly find the page with the desired street and began to calculate it in the square where it could be. When the route was presented we touched. On the way we talked, I told about my plan to make money by riding for fun and he gave a brilliant suggestion that you can earn if you drive customers to the airport and the money will be more. I arrived fast enough, he paid and thanked me for the train. I looked at the map again and headed toward the airport, I was also interested in riding through the area to see how things are there. From that moment it all started.



I left the ring road and headed toward the airport through the village of Khimki, riding myself calmly, the height of the houses gradually decreased until it became a field at all. In my head already the thought to drive a little further and turn, as suddenly - on the side appeared a lady, standing voting, I did not pay special attention to the appearance. I come in, stop, open the door and a dialogue begins:



She says: Hi, let’s go?

I : of course!

It is: 800

I: Where is it?

She: Well, out there behind the turn, there I will show you

I : OK



She sat down, I looked in the mirrors, turned on the turntable and we touched, he turned his finger into some congress, literally 700 meters from the place where I picked her up, no special thoughts arose in my head, I stopped, turned my head and met a penetrating look looking straight into my eyes. This mademoiselle, aged 23-25 years, a couple of seconds carefully studied me, after which she voiced - "Let's go faster, or I still have to go back," I didn't quite understand what was going on, but I issued something from the series "well let's, I'm only for, the main thing is carefully, so that everyone was happy." She understood my words literally and began to dress up right there, in the car, on the front passenger seat. At first, I was a little sluggish, and in my distracted head began to steal suspicions about the real purpose of the trip and that I was caught for a passenger. While I was thinking about all this, the girl managed to stay toples, and turned to me again with the same penetrating look. Here I gathered, looked into her eyes and started looking for the right words to explain my true motives, why I picked her up and that I just wanted to work out, it seems I said something from the series "I just work on the track, just like you." The girl’s reaction surprised me somewhat, I thought she would argue, and instead she started laughing and eventually I got a little easier and I was able to relax. She put on her clothes and we started talking. We talked for 10 minutes about where she came from, how she came here, I don't know, truth or lie - the usual story, the student came, was discharged, needed a job, but nobody forced her, she chose. In the end, she asked me to take her back, showed how to turn and asked to give her something, because the time has not passed long, and without money she can not return. I paid her my first 300 rubles. Stopped on the track on the other side of the place where he picked her up, she said goodbye, easily jumped out of the car and already crossing the road waved her hand. I moved towards the city, I wanted to go home. It was my first day when I made my first money by carrying a man and then with that money I took a prostitute.

There a guy (local) tried to get to know her, she tailored him, tailored him... and he went and went... When he realized that it was useless to get to know her, he asked for money for what he spent.

My black friend just loves Russia. When he just moved, he worked as a pizza messenger. He says that in every third apartment in the winter he was welcomed like this: “Oh, poor boy! It’s cold in Moscow.” Then I sat down at the table and drank tea. He still does not understand how such good people could win wars.

Coming post from the IMAX cinema, advertising of the film "Survivor". Under the picture with DiCaprio:
During the filming, DiCaprio slept in the mud and on the bones of dead animals, swam in the icy river and, even as a vegetarian, ate a raw bison liver.

But the Oscars won’t come anyway.

LeoloErlo: Yesterday, our crazy colleague with a complete brain reward asked for plans for events dedicated to the Day of Remembrance of the Dead.

Comments of VK:

Basilisa Mikulishna: Remember the rats who pressed the button that sent a signal to the brain. Do you know why it is not used as a drug? The drug economy will collapse.

Stas Mamin: Basilisa, then everything will collapse

And if I owe somebody simply because someone expects it because of the "so-accepted", then it’s someone who’s going wrong.

Tell it to the military.

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Do not confuse "so accepted" and the law. You can either hide from the law or move to another country. But there is another law.
By the voice of Julian, King of the Lemurs: “Because we are all meat for them!”

My wife and I were born in the Soviet Union - the delicacies were not exhausted, we bought a good, expensive chocolate, we unfolded it and already smelled with breaths and enthusiastic outcry. The son ran to the noise - smelled from a distance and disappointed as much chocolate as chocolate.

Address to the studio. Here the theorists of darkness, let them go, train on a specific biddle
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I would be happy. Only a) the moderators will not miss because the violation, b) the law will be offended, because the disclosure and invasion of private life has been done and the main c) no one will come anywhere, you understand! The internet warfare is going on. :)
And yes, sheebeck...
I have never fought and will never fight with my neighbors. For the barrel and the bottle on the back of the neck were not cancelled by anyone, and it was not blocked by any legal karate. If the neighbor is foolish (look the truth in the eyes, people!) Then his response to your normal behavior will be foolish. Like wire every day in the lock well (eat after work to get home), cut wheels of your car and the like. A man who listens to the police officer's words will not start to make noise at first, because he already respects the law and the right of his neighbors to be silent.

From the discussion of the rescue of a man at the rise of a lavine:
LA: There was some guidance on how to get out if you were buried alive in the grave. Is there a funeral under the lavine?
PS Driving in the grave is not to offer.

My dentist on the question - "What is so expensive?"
The answer is "Yes, it is very expensive. But it is better to bite than to suck".