(Discussions about romance
XHH: By the way, skin is all romantic nonsense. It is hot, sweaty and "bites" in the most delicate places. The naked skin.
yyy: Individually bite the skins of unkilled animals

Does anyone seriously believe that women make beauty for men’s sake? Grandmothers do this to humiliate other grandmothers, this has long been known. · ·

Give a man a book and he will read it in a day. Teach a man to write books - and he will spend his whole life paralyzed by doubts and the pain of choice.

Heroes, go to the courtyard to measure the pipes! They have already gotten once every two months here their "values" to discuss!

To put a point in the pork, I want to remind you that many people just like when a girl like a cat is thick, warm and soft. And no relationship, contrary to everything, which is held on great love, is not implicit here. So with no figure, if this figure did not give birth to a full head of cockroaches, the girl will not remain alone anyway. It is just a little dishonest when a great love is remembered at every corner, and that different people have different tastes - are silenced.

News: A 29-year-old German was killed while trying to rob a condom machine.
After 29 years, the Gangdons have done their job :)

The subway cost 35r.

Mom: Here are those on - 35!!!! to
My Mother: The Metro!
A litre of gasoline!
[13:03:25] Mom: 5 km to the gym and back. I'll save - I'm 35 rays, I'll go to infinity))

We model the situation further:

"As soon as there is a rough strong man who just takes a woman, she is happy to give him, requiring nothing from the above list) nature))"

And then, when a rude strong man is arrested for rape, he is surprised.
- "he was delighted to give"
And in the cockroach he is waiting for the same strong and rude men, but already on the other side.
He gives them with pleasure. Nature is not against it.

For the first time in my memory,
Communal services
dealt with everyone.
Falling in December
precipitation

Bonya: I have a fellow student in the nineties, seriously wanted to defend myself (meh-fak. The Institute of Food Technology was a device that stole the Galarette from a box and sealed it like nothing else. The thing is that such a device really existed and worked.

Commentary on Manga:

Without spoilers? It’s not Star Wars, people really enjoy reading.

Why was I evil before?
was...
You are evil now.
Stay up naked.

I watched women in my life. Fat – that’s what you need.
............
I watched it, I didn’t see it, what is that shit? You need a wallet and brains, and erudition. Children are healthy and smart. And a paycheck...So sho ninada doll, one fuck fuck off.If other than a hui-nichouya, then nahuy, nahuy...

Lady with an electronic thermometer with Zodobal, did you try to read the instructions? There are written normal temperatures for measurement in the mouth, pope and under the mouse, the latter is noticeably lower. It is also written that under the mouse you need to keep another five minutes after the sound signal, that is, approximately as usual, to get the same temperature. During this time, approximately half the degree you are missing. Your average is low. In short, don’t forget Murphy’s law: “If nothing helps, read the instructions.”

My wife talks in her dream. I went to bed late yesterday, and she suddenly turned to me and asked with her eyes closed, "How do you live in this world if you only have 17 heads and one stitch?" On the machine I say, “I don’t know.” She remained silent for a moment, said, “Dude,” turned away and fell asleep.

I went to the kitchen for a snack. Along the way came the realization that 40 years of force still I will die, and I will never be again. But the snail was found and somehow let go.

The cold morning of January 1 of the new year. 9 hours in the morning. Throwing last year’s garbage into the container, I heat the car. A man approaches and asks to bring a refrigerator. I could expect anything, but it was something. I agree and follow the man. We approach the neighboring house and unload the refrigerator from the car. We bring home. They brought to the apartment and the person says - we put here, the owners will wake up to bring in the apartment. A little... I go.

I have a friend who believes in Santa Claus. Actually I want to tell you about it. At the age of six, the boy asked Santa for a PlayStation console, but for obvious reasons he did not receive it (parents could not afford to delight the child). For three years, the boy wrote letters to his grandfather. This time he walked cloudy, overwhelmed, in the eyes of determination. Parents are interested:

Why are you so sad?

I am not sad. He is answering.

What happened, tell me.

I am waiting for Santa.

He will definitely come.

When he comes, I’ll steal him. He owes me a playstation.

The son. I have to tell you something about him.

What is?

My mom and I give you gifts. Santa does not exist.

A long look at the parents.

and Dad! It’s good to cover that old stuff!

I scream to my husband from the kitchen, “Are you going to be an orange?” And I hear two answers simultaneously, from our room "Yes" and from the apartment below - "Nose!" O_O

Thank you to the neighbors for the fireworks! How good that you have the extra money for my pleasure!)))