So then. He was taken to the factory by a man of middle age, a malar. The man with duties did well and even better. It was time to accept a practitioner, one of whom was not intelligent and wise, and it was decided to give her to the malar, so to say, so that at least some benefit would be. He taught her to do tiles and tiles and everything like that. One day they were sent to some technical room to scrap the walls. Going into the room and seeing the bricks folded by the wall, the painter assessed the amount of work on moving the material and sadly said, "Here we are with you and we will fight," which the naive practitioner insensibly asked, "And nobody will see us here?“”

This year’s spring worsening has not been done. Why aggravate here?

Are the heroes good or bad?
They are different, my son. There are good ones, there are bad ones, there are neutral ones.
What is the difference between them?
For example, if the hero is good, he goes into the woods and begins to fight the world’s Evil, that is, to destroy all kinds of monsters, but not just so, but in the name of Good and Light. Break a couple of dozen trolls or goblins - think you did a good deed.
What if he is evil?
The evil hero, of course, does black deeds. He goes into the forest and begins there mercilessly to exterminate all kinds of monsters to multiply blood, pain and suffering in this world. Cut out a couple of dozen goblins or trolls - you look, and you became stronger.
So who is neutral?
And these go into the forest just so and kill all kinds of monsters solely for the sake of preserving the natural balance. So that there are not too many trolls, so that there are not too many goblins.
What is the difference between them?
For me, my son, there is no difference. You and I are trolls.

This year's campaign will be the dream of those who dreamed of seeing many new faces on the "Blue Light".
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Xxx: My record of traveling 115 km in 47 minutes on the M4. I was then 18 (it was just 18 years ago) went with my parents in visits to my family in the area, and there called the lady I wanted for a long time with the words: "I drank here with my friends and all the flow, take me." I asked my father for a car until morning and driven) By the way, all these 47 minutes I was running in such a wild excitement that I set another speed record))) The goodness of the lady was already well fed and also very excited, so there were still rehabilitation approaches to the projectile. It was about an hour and a half.)



Yyy: Sadly the dead erection disappears, or the pathologist could be an interesting surprise.