XXX: yesterday the cat walked on the balcony, I watch swirling on the balcony, the banks fly, every shit
XXX: Then I look out of the balcony, in the teeth with a big plush rat.
XXX: D the predator fucking,

Mom, what kind of animals do you like?
Mom: well you

I once thought that Onishchenko was strange.
After the recommendations to run around Moscow at 3-30 I realized that he wasn’t strange – he was fucking.

ARCOS: Today I chased the big... I eat I mean by Orlovskaya, I come after the bridge from the mountain to the park of victory, and after me there is on this same mountain UAZIK comes with a flashlight and crawls..) well I thought it was forbidden to come from the mountain, and mocked from the Mentous Waze... he followed me on the bike trail..) well, I didn't think long, jumped on the lawns, for nothing if the miner bought... he again followed me... in general I lost him in the pine and trees... I went back to the road, I became lazy to escape from him, let me think I know what he is chasing me here... stopped, I wait :)
I asked "Your bike?"
My own, I say.)
What will you prove? and :)
The picture, I say, is where I stood with him last year :)
We have documents for this bike.
Well, let’s swipe the RAM number then :)))
Sorry, but we got acquainted.
... and they were silent, and on the rear seat a girl was sitting crying, on the way to her, he was leading spheres.

And they also say that the militia does not work at us, out like the hills goyled after me :)

Belarus in many aspects ahead of the United States: for example, Independence Day we have a day earlier! * easy

About the news "Shoigu announced a hunt for programmers for scientific companies"
The xxx:
Daddy Timlider will gather at the table with their developer every morning and say you’re fucking upset.
More of a code! Comedy of Frog! 3 out of line!

This is:
_______
The Client:
You cannot make candy from the processing product of the digestive system.

The Integrator:
I hope I can.
_______

There was such a joke at the time of Khrushchev.
To combat the shortage of products, a department was created, which had to come up with how to make oil from shit. In one of the first reports it was written:"It is already possible to anoint, it is not yet possible".

to this
— — —
A. and B. sat on the trumpet and wrote "Monday begins on Saturday".
and
Respect and respect, sorry no comments, went to read Picnic

Alexander: fucking asked the boys to clean the potatoes to make giant drunks with farch
Ask how much to clean.
And I spied.
Alexander: without thinking said, the more clean the more food will be.
I’m going to chew it up. ??
We can help you eat.
If you want, come here.
After an hour and a half.
I am just leaving the plate.
I will finish in half an hour.
Chicken is more delicious.
Andrew: We’ll come with a beer, hostess)))
I made my farce.
Alexander is fucking.
Alexander: I did
Alexander – – – – –
Andrew: Oh, this awkward moment
Andrew: When you talked about Freud XD

From the news:
Moscow police in the building found traces of migrants
The comment:
Was there a hole in the corner?

Effective managers in Russia are so effective.
From the news: Metro authorities are proposing to close crossings at peak hours.

Trains still stop.

The same as with the lamp. You can't put it in your mouth, or you can pull it out :)
Two things are not very clear.
The first is what’s so terrible about pulling out the shit.
The second is why squeezing in the mouth of the bulb is filled with pulling out the hernia.

I remember in my childhood when I was still going to kindergarten after watching one news release, the statistics were always hit "In the past 24 hours, so many children were born of them, so many boys and so many girls...". When the boys were more I rejoiced "Ura us more than the girls!". A child fucking.

Comments to the photo, from the forestry competition, where a gasoline saw with a turbine was sealed:
1 - on the photo drank stronger than our Oka.
2 - She is toned "Priora" as standing does.

Try to tell the truth one day, and by the evening you will be unemployed, homeless, lonely, damned by all and abandoned disabled, lying in the traumatology resuscitation.

Even people with a developed sense of humor do not want a ridiculous salary.

Monologues about fishing.

Fishermen know when fishing is considered successful.
The first rule is when you have caught a lot of fish.
As a child, I lived in Guriev, in the mouth of the Ural river, there were no problems with clay and catch there. But you can catch in different ways: on wheels, wheels, wheels. The most interesting was fishing on spinning. For some reason, they were not caught for glitters, but for homemade fish made of foam. You take a piece of dense foam, cut out a fish, insert a triangle with red wool threads, tie the cargo in a half-meter - and all, the cloth is ready. The most difficult thing was to get the coil and learn to throw it away, there were simply no non-ziner coils then, and on coils like “Kyiv” or “Nevskaya” at first everyone got a beard, like Chernomor. Therefore, the spinningists were few, mostly caught on the cloth easier.
I was 15 years old, it was late autumn. Quite quickly I caught a passing piece of vessels, small, weighing a kilogram, I already pulled out three pieces and continued to throw further. A company of fishermen passed by, who went fishing down the stream and returned. They were already adult men-friends, people four or five. They were not so lucky, only a couple of judges talked about them all in their bags.
I looked around, evaluated the catch – I already have more. “The key. Kosyak approached.”They stood up nearby and also began to throw spinning. The clown continued, in turn one, the other was pulled out by the court. Within half an hour, each had two or three fish. Everyone except one. It was an obvious newcomer, to throw, though crude and inaccurate, but without a "beard", he has already learned, but there was a problem with the beard. Probably, he was told how the fish was made, but forgot to show. The fish was crude, unshallowed, so it quickly filled with dirt, but most importantly – it was huge. The usual fist was the size of a finger, and he was the size of a palm. Most likely, he was given a float from the grid as a piece of work, told how to cut, but forgot to warn that the piece should be cut into several pieces and make several copies, he cut only one fish. And the dwarf is not a squid, he does not like large fish even in the form of a dwarf.
His friends were already joking about him on the full program.
“Vasya, the Belugus come to the Urals only in the winter.”
“Wait, don’t throw it away, let the trailer pass, or else you’ll hit, you’ll sink unintentionally.”
“Are you going to catch the judge on the judge?” and so on in the same spirit.
It was seen from him that he had already accepted the failure, he was even ridiculed somehow doomed, and continued to throw more inertia, already without any hope for a result. I felt sorry for him, I looked around my catch – six were already lying on the shore, the rest were noticeably less.
It’s time to remember the second rule of successful fishing – no matter how much you catch this time, the main thing is to catch all the others. Even if you catch five sandstorms and the rest are three, it will be more fun than when you pull out three sandstorms and the rest are five.
So we could show sympathy. I approached him and suggested, “I still have a couple of spare fish, take one until the clay is over.”But he sadly refused – even a couple of fish caught from jokes would not save him. We continued to catch and then suddenly someone struck him.
As for the team, everyone stopped rotating the coils and began to look at Vasa and his head. The leash tightened, the veil bended with a bow. His face was unmoving, as if crumbling, but somehow a bunch of emotions were reflected on him. And confusion – what is it? And confusion, and the fear of believing that somebody has knocked out. He concentrated on turning the coil, the others could not withstand and began to give him advice. “Don’t pull so hard, you’ll break the leash or you’ll break the leash! Above, higher up, there is a jar in the water, now in the ground will crumble. Don’t pull you so hard!” but Vasya could no longer hear anyone. In some hurry, he continued to turn the coil with effort, evenly, like a robot.
He pulled out the judge. It was no longer a judge like ours, it was a judge. It’s a pity that you can’t put your hands aside and show how big it was! Healthy, dark and thin. Everyone came and stood silently around him. Vasya, shaking from excitement, raised his hands on his hands. And here, in completion, from the fist of the judge fell the usual size of the wreath. Before he caught the snare, he caught the snare, but had not yet had time to swallow it. This was the last drop. Everyone quietly walked away on their backs. The joke was no longer allowed.
Because the third unofficial rule of successful fishing is that even if everyone else around caught a bag of fish, and you are only one trophies, then you caught them according to the full program. This time the undisputed winner was Vasa.

Mother of Siberia (c)

The fucking! I have the feeling that if I die, my wife will come to the grave and say, "Specially died, only to do nothing!"

Obama called the United States a "ray of hope" for the world

The > commentary:
Rather, the rays of diarrhea!

In the morning, at work. passed by an artificial ice. Local hockey teams are in play. Right in front of me, through a high glass fence, a shayba flies out. On the ice cries and mates, almost a fight. He picked up the shadow and threw it back through the fence. Mothers are...
In the evening, I played with a child who is learning to walk in a child’s maneuver (a small carpet with a fence to hold). The child fell out of the cage and cried. I picked up the bag, put it back. The child stopped crying.
I remembered the morning case. I thought a lot...