>>> Are you proud of you? Their own earnings? Their own economy? Or the government?
I am proud of my country! of Russia! The country is not the earnings, not the government, not the economy. The country is the people. The country is a wheat field, a berry grove, a girl smiling at you from the bus window. They are snowmen in the spring and snowmen in the summer. These guys are ready to strike anyone who is bad about Russian. Not to go, to bring him to court, but just to fill his mouth. Russia is a screw with the last office for 70 rubles, it is hot cakes with potatoes from smiling grandmothers on the street. How can you explain to a person who measures love by earnings, what is Russia? I’m proud to tell you, idiot, that I’m Russian. With a small salary, murdered by the economy and a stupid government.

by Krot:
I do not want to smoke.
by bardssss:
Pride to!
by Krot:
No is. I will give you a cigarette. And I will not go with you, because you will be like a lamb to catch me, go and drink.! to
by bardssss:
Hahahahahaha
by bardssss:
who knew
by Krot:
You predicted
by bardssss:
by Tose
by Krot:
Yes, because my stomach is already sick of alcohol, my penis has not risen from alcohol, my heart hurts from alcohol and in general we sleep that I do not like!!! to
by bardssss:
Stay with you!
by Krot:
And you understand that!! The main!! And the fox! Like a baron. Every day of God! I recommend drinking!!! to
by Krot:
You are an alcoholic pig.! to
by Krot:
I understand this and I try not to drink over once, and you understand this and you fuck, still fight for beer!! to
by Krot:
This is alcoholism.
by bardssss:
by viskazalsa =)
by bardssss:
? to
by Krot:
Yes Yes
by bardssss:
No 4o posli pit?
by Krot:
Go to

(Girls have a talent for men)

Tag: smoke tell me
I promise not to be offended.
Tell me, you can tell me everything.
Jenny: Let it go
You are there, what do you think I’m crazy?? to
Jenny: You think so.
I don’t know how to take it in my mouth.

From the ASK:
Ha has. Understood the main. The interlocutor at the end of the cable is not mandatory. There would be mood.

I read a very serious book "Mythology of Eastern Peoples".

Ebosan - in Korean mythology the evil spirit of the Japanese, in the face of red pepper deceiving the Korean at night.

I think it is a joke.

On Valentine’s Day, a girl turns to a guy who thinks she almost hates him.
She says: Dima, I love you!
He is: what? The fried? The cooked? The Dust?
She: as you are!
Is it raw? O_O

From the dating site...

I am married. I have a small child. I’m not looking for sponsors and I don’t want to be a prisoner. I am not going to divorce and I love my husband. I am not going to betray. I just want to get what my husband-computer did not give me in my life: dates, movies, romance, compliments, and so on. I don’t know if there is such a romantic. Let the announcement live.

YYYY
Everyone ignores me :(
XXX is
I do not ignore you.
YYYY
You still don’t know me well.

I: Well, how is life today?

Asan is Hello! I’m ready to put 550 backs on the monitor.

I: Is it worth it?
If you don’t design anything on it, is it that way?
Looking for quality porn?
Do you have such?

Asan: )) if I had hesitated before, then now the argument with porn convinced me

I am O_O

But: Tired of glamorous pink figures of unclear shape.
I looked at Dr. House, his heart was completely different in shape and color.
And the Catholic priest Valentine was burned on that day.
Therefore, the most correct valentine is the shashik!!! to

I sit like I farm an honor on BG (in WoW).
Well, as if the situation was such that I am like a DD standing on the point with the flag and was still chilled with me (who but not Russian), and was knocked off by the 2nd of three, the point was held...
Communication in the face:
He is good!)
I: and
Are you from?
I am Russian
He said: Oh Russian! The Best Man!
I: Why? =
You too don’t love Americans!

Fuck, these programs are funny... REAL! I mainly had freelancers, they dress less and look after themselves.
And here are classic cosher programmers. With beards, with beards... The sweater in the jeans is sprinkled... Immediately visible – professionals.

xxx: It’s still nice...he, yesterday, my girlfriend came home to me, quarrelling, the kind of shit you don’t call, you don’t write. Going into the kitchen... and there on the window is a portable gas for lighters, Moment glue, a pack of blanket and garbage bags.
Yyy: Not a bad set;) Have you reconciled?))
xxx: Oh shit...how, in your way, to explain to a rotted grandmother, who has a day and all critical, that shit gas for gasoline, glue for shoes, smoke Nothing, bags for junk and that I am not a drug addict!? to