The washing! And so, Dressura, make this man man man. The main thing is not to forget to insult the symmetrical response in time.
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Oh what a horror! An adult with healthy hands and legs and head to be subjected to such humiliation, as dirty socks to be forced to bring to the underwear tank! Additions to the plate forcing yourself to put on! Or is this shit you still refuse to wipe, you have to suffer yourself, poor man?

A symmetrical attitude? Well, if the husband does not mind washing all that the wife will just bring to the tank or cook what she will only put on the plate, then such a symmetrical husband is a treasure and it is necessary to carry it on your hands!))))

to the nostrick.

I put an office basket for papers for my husband at the far end of the bedroom. Everything, now when he removes his socks - he throws the twisted pants in that basket. Sometimes he runs three times until he gets there.
Now he’s my champion in basketball, and I don’t have to look for a bottle under the bed.
I am a young man.

>=>=> there Let's get married and the phrase sounds - During this time our broadcast made 219 people happy!? to

One with the screams "You will not take it alive!!!" He ran out of the studio and now happy.

For the old truth: if the bride goes to another, it is not yet known who is lucky.

The phone call:

XXX: I see you now, I ask you.
YYY: What to do with swollen condors?
Is there a metal knife?

The loser loser.
A woman’s nipple is like a safe door. You need to know where to turn, how to turn and how much to turn."
Turning the safe door makes no sense. Same as the female beard.
Turn your piper, it may make you easier.

by Artem Kliatchkine:

In St. Petersburg, at the descent in the subway, a bumerang sits, gathers a little stuff in a cap, reads the choked tomic of Arthur Clarke.
A smart city.

is right!
It is better to drink your husband's brains for a socket lying not on a feng shui, to blend the remnants for a dirty plate with a mixer, which resulted - to drink through a tube, reporting for an undernourished dinner, and when the husband decides to escape - to count in his back that #all-nothing and #real-nothing left.
by *****
It is wrong!
Better day by day to collect scattered dirty underwear from the floor, to collect and wash all dirty dishes, to perform even elementary self-service actions for a capable person (after their work shift, of course).

I sit in the plane, the commander before taking off:
"Flight time 4 hours 10 minutes excluding traffic jams".

"Championship among disabled people in chess" (c) Vetta Television Company.
Should I participate too? I am a disabled chess player.

I remember the story, 20 years ago. Village on the river Kostroma. Grandfather then put homemade pots on fish. Large cells such as those of the bars were descended into the water. And one day he sends my 14 and 9 year old brothers to check the pots. 2 km by bicycle along the trail in the forest. Not two hours, not three. The parents worried. 4 hours no - the mother has a quiet panic, 5 hours - hysteria. Grandfather goes on foot to look for the fireplace. After an hour they finally appeared. Now their story.

Arrived on the river. In one bowl a small fish. Here is the second half-meter. They pulled the pot on the shore. need to deliver. The elderly hand swings, that she should be caught for the frogs, and she falls off, there are teeth. Suffered and suffered. The old man said, Let’s kill her. They took a bagel and decided to knock through the bowl. and ah. and Bagrom.
Well, the shuka was not killed, but the bagger... attention... stuck. The painting with oil, a huge bowl, and no less huge, spinning bowl and a living tooth-like creature. I decided to load it on a bicycle. Naturally the fucking. They pulled the baggage. It happened somewhere in an hour. This is an infection, a life. I had to load the pot on a large and go to the house on foot. In the middle of the way, their grandfather caught them, dirty, tired, hungry. They did not crack, they ate the squid.

xxx: Financial situation: I steal pens from government institutions.

Not so long ago I was coming home from the universe on a trolleybus. A heavy backpack full of books. The transport was quite empty, but all seats were occupied. Suddenly I felt a sharp discomfort and weakness. At the same time trying to remove the backpack from the back and clinging to the order not to fall. I turned to the person sitting in the nearest seat with a polite request to let me sit because I was sick. The young man sitting there exploded an angry and obscene tirade on the subject that just because I have a female reproductive organ between my legs it is not a reason for all men to jump off the seats when I appear and stand on the floor in front of me. And in general, men are more tired because they work, rather than suck all day. He had just begun to give an irresistible argument that he had bought the ticket for the same money and would therefore sit where he would like, as I was sick right on his head. And then I fell from above, with a book-packed backpack that I had already held in front of me at that moment. I’ve been poisoned, it happens. And the guy about the ticket is right, he bought it for the same money, but I think it is unfair to give me a place to him at that time would be cheaper.

I hear the edge of my ear on EuroSport "the mountains of France. It will not be easy with the printer here". Then it came out that it was about sprinters.

Paradoxes of History:
The battleful atheism of the Bolsheviks was replaced by the battleful Orthodoxy of the Chekists.

to this:
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When boys just start to break their voices, girls already know how to break. by Konaarm.

It was a story about a lawyer, a dirty wall, and an expensive telephone. I have a friend from a kindergarten. Chicken is good but honest. and divorced. And, as is required by law and human conscience, half of the earnings... namely the apartment in the center of the city. The Court. On the part of a former bunch of angry relatives, and an important mastite lawyer in horned glasses with a leather portfolio. On my friend’s side, I’m alone, in modest jeans and a shirt. At the court, the relatives conspired for a long time to push speeches, the lawyer shook in a hurry with the back-number donation contract. The contract is clearly lip, but how to prove it? I nervously broke through the contract sheets, looking for something to do. Very unexpected for the other side. For the court, and even for myself, I asked the only question that made everyone stupid. The Lord! And where did the computer, and the main printer for printing this contract in 1998??? A lost look, an unclear lawyer's silence, and a won case!
By the way. I am not a lawyer. I am a nurse.

I went with a girl to the same kindergarten in the same group, in the school in the same class, in the college in the same group... in classmates I look - she is 27 years old, and I am 38.

You know, my wife, of course, is beautiful, smart, with good taste, cheerful, with a sense of humor, not lazy, but the most I appreciate in her is not all, but that she is not scandalous. If we have some disagreement, there, someone’s dishes are unwashed or socks are lying, we look at each other and ask, well, let’s find out who’s to blame, or just fix what’s wrong? The choice is quite simple.
And most surprisingly, I had several girls before the wedding, but I never met such non-scandalous ones.
Think about it if you are dissatisfied with another person for some reason.

As from my description of the plot (more precisely, the absence of one) it was understood that this is exactly what I need - this is not known either to me or to him. Enlightenment is no different.
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In 1986, a group of students (on potatoes in the collage) played guessing. I guessed famous people. Asked questions and received yes/no.
One round of the game looked like this:
A man? and yes.
The singer? and yes.
by KIKABIDZ? and correctly.