Doctor Arthouse - a legless misanthropic physician treats the corpse of a sanitary and finds the meaning of life speaking in an empty room with an echo

Russian experts decrypted telemetry information from the apparatus "Fobos-Grunt".

The comments:

XXX: So what were they doing there?
yyy: "When I come home soon, see you"

Hakuna Matata (22:37:57 24/11/2011)
One day, if a person drinks cognac at home every day without a reason, is it alcoholism?

Jem (22:40:29 24/11/2011)
This is slapping

From Zh. The post, about the fact that babies, when massaging their legs, can no longer massage the inner side of the hip, because they have “erogenic zones” there.

The comments:
XXX: Yes, and these very babies are coming from an undue place. The shame!
YYY: I agree, it would be logical to prohibit giving birth to a baby.
There is no greater cynicism.

XXX is strong.
yyy well how to say... the battery from the parking lot he wears like a barbecue

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Today on television, the doctor said that in order to live in peace with ourselves, we need to finish the things we have started, then we all get more peace in our lives.

I started looking for things at home that I started but didn’t finish. Thus, I found and finished a bottle of Merlo, half a bottle of Chardonnay, a bottle of gin, a bottle of rum, the remainder of a pack of vlium, a box of chic... and... of olada.

You don’t know how I feel like a stitch. Give it to all who want to have peace within you. And tell them I’m... blues.

c) from the Zh.

The Force:
I went to the library here.
A huge turn. I think: Well, they are flooding.
What would you think? They float!
The French club organized a test of some young wine.

Sergey
I am Loh
As I said, I fucking had sex.

lady
Eeeeeeeeee
How is it?? to

Sergey
I had to set up my phone at noon.
But I found the old config and dumbed them.
It immediately worked out.

lady
haha)
I thought about BOB.

Sergey
Sex with grandmothers?
No, I did not hear

The boy in his untouched shoes did not come down the escalator.

xxx: I had a fail today:( I confused the windows in the ass, and the boss " favorite called"(
YYY: This is not Fail. The file was when I confused the files and sent the boss scan my ass (the nepheg was my hernia in the office to suffer). He also wrote "I understand of course that with the report ass, but not so much..."

At night, I have sex.
In response he cried out:
... "Yes. and. Your mother, you will have
Headache or... No to? " )))))

The question is who did what in childhood.
HH: I am a girl. This is how my childhood went:
They played knives, metal knives, floated naked in the river, made blinkers on the water, walked on the ice, collected stickers, socks with pokémons, calendars, made knives from sticks, metalized spies from sticks, dragged cats home, walked (at the country), caught donkeys and played with them, placed coins on rails, looked for fossils (and found it!One time they found the skeleton of the dog and it was torn apart. They played hunting, swept eggs from the balcony to the passers, called spirits, made splashes, cooked vegetables, covered the room with some grass (made self-coverings, built some shells, wrote letters to each other, and therefore still collected marks.
Likewise, I cut out their stick of animal figures, put traps on the animals (for the domestic cat too), cooked the medicine for all diseases, woven carpets (the size of the palm of the palm), grown mold in a bowl (imagined that I would divide mushrooms).
No guys, the grandmothers were always fucking fucking!

Taken from a women’s forum, where some lady stubbornly offers smokers to exhibit smoking in the entrance.
A man’s wife constantly smoked into the entrance. There was a neighbor who lived unmarried. She saw a woman smoking alone. He invited her to smoke in her apartment. The next time he went to smoke with her, and then he stayed with her. Wink

calls another annoying "let us work with us, we are good at servicing the equipment". I refuse, say OK, nothing is needed. It is in my hearts:
What to interest you?
Show me your breasts.
He dropped the phone.

I count to three!
If I were you, I would have removed this line from the summary.

In a decent woman, every man is the first.
For a decent man, every woman is the last.

I tell you from my father’s words. It was in the year 1970 or 69.
Kharkiv Hydrometeorological Technicum. It was taught by a Jew by the name of Tuller. And to give him the work was archaeological, but possible, since his subject was loved by Tuller and invested it in the heads of yesterday's scholars with all care. Any work brought to the delivery (accounting) a slide, squeezing the eye, kicked off and with the words: "Well you, baby, scratched..." sent a sdudiousus to rework the drawing, and if lucky to correct the comments. And the fonts so across the throat everyone stood, until they learned to write the drawing font all, I repeat ALL. Now the story itself. In the male toilet on the whitened wall a grid was spread, indicating the angle of inclination of 75 degrees, and in compliance with all requirements for the drawing fonts (the thickness of the lines of the letters, the distance between them, the height of the letters, and the radius of the roundings) was written: TULLER. At the break, Tuller himself goes to the toilet, sees this work, clamps his eye, and where without this, got a pencil and put under the same rating.

You’ve been in contact with a bad company.
Mom, I founded it.

The head of the company -"mash! What is it! Maxim! if I don’t exist, what will you do? if I die tomorrow, then what?
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