Go with Melissa. Unlike me, he is a fine blonde with gray-blue eyes.

Meeting my grandmother. It stops in front of the small, slopes. It rises and:

What a beautiful girl you have, my grandmother.

And her name is “beautiful” – Rodion – I am grandmother.

Grandma is really stunning!

Why did you call her a male name? ! to

A friend told me:

He graduated from high school in a deaf province at the age of 16. Then there was such an accelerated course for gifted children. He entered the prestigious capital university, on a budget, and also provided a place in the community. I was proud of myself!

And my mother wiped away her tears all August and told me:

“Son, it’s the first time you’re going so far from home. You will live alone. People in the dormitory are different. There are women. Not good ones! They will take you to their room, and they will offer you vodka, and they will put you in bed. Be more careful! Be more careful! Child, take care of yourself!

And I jumped, “When then! Or rather!”

I signed the calendar, days before leaving, waiting!

I have waited! He sat down and went nervously walking through the corridors. Where are they? Where are these dangerous and beautiful women, ready to take to their room, and drink, and lay down?

I walked for three days until I realized – Mom! What a deception! Worse than "we buy a dog if you finish the year for five", and instead of a dog - a younger brother.

Oh my mother!

Yesterday morning, walking around the city on his important affairs met a girl, such a cute girl about 25 years of the family. I came, met, offered to meet in the evening for a walk, she agreed and we exchanged numbers. In the evening, they called and agreed to meet in the center of the city, she said that she was in the car and didn't need to go after her. We met, went for a walk, drank coffee, I joked a lot, she laughed and was in a great mood. After a walk, we returned to our parked cars and decided to say goodbye to myself in my car. We sit and communicate and laugh, I begin to play a little while I talk, she doesn't mind and responds to my play by starting to tick me. How long did I play shortly I pulled her to my knees and we started kissing, here the Land Cruiser 200 passes by and stops abruptly behind, the girl swings and we have such a dialogue (d-girl)

Oh, this is my car.

Do I mean “our”?

D. Meaning of husband

I am you married?

D - Yes

I – why didn’t you say it?

You didn’t ask me, I ran.



After these words she ran out of the car and jumped into her Opel Corsa and gave the gas dropped in the sunset, following her dropped the Land Cruiser, and I stayed in the car to smoke and think about eternity.

I was at the oculist for a week. I sit and wait for my turn. Old people and young people in line. Everyone is watching the next. Then came the grandfather in the cowboy hat. The young girl calmly says to him, “Daddy, your turn.” And so twice. My grandfather reads the newspaper, zero attention. And then the girl can’t stand it and say, “Oh cowboy!” Grandpa got up and went into the office.

I do not elect deputies, I choose a life without deputies guaranteed by the Constitution.

Home in the village.I am in the barracks, where I always do something.The neighbor gives a tail for a while. I remove from the wall a hammer-zobbeny, with a cracked pen.In general, not a hammer-drunk! Next to you are six clever, clean, decent, and you are my rubbish!
I answer-This tail is common.I keep it specifically for those who come and ask.It was initially the same as everything hanging around! The rest I work myself.
The pensioner.

In the government's transition project, the concept has changed. Working days decided to leave five, and the salary to pay as for four.

A friend of mine once told me. She found somehow a cat, you can see that it is home, red like that, dirty, cared for. They were looking for owners. A lot of people called, she asked everyone to describe the cat, but nobody managed. And the sad cat walks, sits on the window and looks so sad. The cat misses the master, the universal longing for the cat's mouth is straight. And then the man called, the look of the cat described accurately and was invited to visit to make sure that the cat is really him and pick up if so. He came, therefore, entered the room, and the cat is sitting in the window looking tirelessly. The man said so quietly, “Vasilius.” And the cat just in two jumps crosses the apartment and finds himself on the chest of the man. He pressed, hugged his legs and murmured. My aunt was squeezed, she said.

Yyy: My wool pitcher’t even turn around, he’d even chew it up :)

When I took my cat to the country for the first time, she fainted of happiness. She was wearing on the beds, climbing under the villas, and when she was screaming - collect clothes, we go home, blasted into the fence and hid in the neighboring area.

And of course I stayed overnight.

The next day after work, I went to get her. I only shuddered with the keys of the carpet, as she flew out unknown from where, grabbed in my leg, fixed on her deadly, pressed her mouth and clogged her eyes.

Since then, I’ve never seen anything like “Master, I don’t hear you.” Once we go home, it means home.

When the girl moved to me, there was a huge cat with her, the kingdom of heaven. She called him Cake. I think if he wanted, Pitbull would have scratched without stress. So I started calling him a cat. A year later, it is a fountain of hell, being in another room, shaking in the sun. She calls it, Cake, Cake... Silence. I sit next to her. I say look and I scream cooot. Is there a mess from the other room? I say go eat! Again squeezing and squeezing. I can’t describe the girl’s face at the moment.

With the girl we fought then 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣