Moscow, by my side a guy rushed by on a bicycle, on the wheel he hanged a bag with several portions of ice cream. 30 normal flight

Moscow at 30. The heating system does not exit, so it is wildly cold in the room. My friend had a red nose.
I: Can I call you Rudolph now?
Q: No
I : Why?
It was first called Hitler.
I did not hear any further reasons because I fell under the table.

Once I wrote well about astronauts.I wrote that the profession of a cosmonaut has become a routine.What nobody remembers the list of cosmonauts, few people dream of becoming cosmonauts.All won, as you know, lawyers and dentists.And Bill Gates with his billions simply, like D&G, introduced a new ideal of man.Instead of an athletic cosmonaut-dumb ory, system administrator.So they, the remaining cosmonauts, decided to reward me.
What is it?I asked with horror.
“This is a titanium splash,” the cosmonauts shouted joyfully, “Take it to memory!
I understood that the moment of my shame had come.Only the Guinness Book of Records could pick up this piece.
Take it, take it! – amused the hallI was like in a half-sleep, approached the prize and stressed, knocked it.And then an incredible thing happened.The prize jumped into my hands, like a toy.She weighed almost nothing.It turned out that it was a brand gift of space steel craftsmen.It is a bunch of frozen titanium, fantastically light metal.Only then, when you play such a joke, you understand why space ships still take off at their monstrous sizes.

Love is measured in kilometers.
You just came here again.
No, we started out at the time of the preparation (separate story) for the ND. Before the battle of the curants there was a wild quarrel. But then they all ate, were drunk, and stopped fighting. A few more days were relatively quiet (as far as this applies to my family in general) and this morning I was almost killed.
Stupid question, but for what?
-this is a circus on the exit:I go to the kitchen in the morning,mama makes dishes.and surprisingly kindly offers to have breakfast.knowing mom-was to run immediately.but salads magically disconnect vigilance.I open the closet to take a plate..and he shoots me with a plate!I barely jumped away managed.seemingly someone wrongly pushed her,and the door did not let her fall.this infection manages to break the salad and falls to the floor.I in the shower scrape from my feet a scrapnel, and mom shouts up the roof.short, the enemy of the people and the agriculture has been harmed: it was necessary to catch, and in general, according to the version of moms, Korea I opened the closet and started

You are not cold, right?
YYY: in Tambo for the time being
ZZZ: In the norm
ttt: in Tychoretska by kajuf
Zzz: Chat guys from Moscow suspiciously silent
uuu: What if you have all the norms, and we have 28? and :)

A new officer took the change of the ambulance and went to the challenge. He was not warned that at one address the lady is calling to seduce.

He came, looked at her and then wrote in the report: A shimmering feeling of emptiness in the vagina.

The son (three years old) goes, asks for three cookies, I give two in the number of hands, after a while runs asks for three more.
I’m teaching mathematics: I’ve given you two? How much more do you need to give to be three?
son (a few seconds thinking, changing in the face, letting a light tear): I don’t want one wow.

JF: I think I wanted to think about something.
Unxed : Oh! This is a procrastination in Cuba!
Unxed: You’re here now all the pain of life of the hipster generation described in six words.

Get in your closet.
I can’t, I have Narnia there.
The pork! I tell you.

by TOM. Khrushchev, with his famous "it is not artists, but some kind of pydoras!" clearly showed that yesterday's collective farmers demonstrate special categoricity in the assessments of art. and TOM. Brezhnev with the prisms — that once the collective farmers get any money and power, they strive to dress up with the fashionable "art" and demonstrate "elitary" in every way.
So the dispute between the hipsters and the patriots looks like the dispute between Galina Brezhnevova and Rada Adzhubey...both sides are not sympathetic.

Good morning, a cold morning
Gret: Not so cold.
Heat the car for 10 minutes.
As she warms you run around her.

The thriller “Paparazzi” very well shows how the paparazzi bring the movie star to revenge. The film was directed by Paul Abascal, Mel Gibson’s former hairdresser. He has been shaving Mel for many years, and I can imagine how many sad stories about paparazzi he has heard from him. And it was the hairdresser, with a shaver and scissors in his hands, who could create such a just and vengeant film. And the fact that Gibson himself was the producer of the film suggests that the idea to shoot down all the paparazzi on the rail of his new yacht is in the development stage.

Zzz: How can you hate your country to make such movies about it?

XX: Help me to clarify the situation. I listened here to the song of the Leningrad group "My Hui" and immediately captured in it a musical quote from the song of the group Civil Defense "My Hui".
I have a question – am I an erudited meloman, or still an uncultured beast?
YYY: You are a fool. All melomans "My Hui" listened to 5 years ago.

zzz: An artificial cat is a solution. First, it is more real, more beautiful, second, more real, more durable. When I use it, there is no dissonance.
Yaya: Immediately recalled "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep", where a live cat was mistakenly brought to repair, because the overwhelming majority had cheap robots that pretended to be real animals.

One listener sent me a letter saying she hated me for years. She doesn’t like every word I say. And when she sees me on the screen, something like St. Witt’s dance begins, though she doesn’t know exactly what it is. And she asks me what to do with the fact that she still listens to my shows every day. She went to consult the priest. He said that my ethers are a test of the Lord or a testimony to the existence of Satan. The priest added that he also listened to them daily to grasp the bottomless level of my sinfulness. As long as this understanding is in the process, and when he is done, he will definitely tell her and give the right advice.

I am a transistor and a shopaholic, I bought a new keyboard!
Hm...
Yesterday was a gaming mouse.
Previous: The Memory Module
Even before the smartphone.
It: and video card
and Gickovsky Nexus
I list your latest purchases.
UN: and this listing leads to strange thoughts, not girls’ purchases
She: No-No, I am a girl
I bought a fan today.
Is it construction?

She said she was poisoned. It just seems to me that eating cabbage, snacking with strawberries and drinking milk is called somehow differently...

My wife is a bit out of this world.
I never spoke in my dreams before. And here, after the New Year's Eve, I slept.
And after a while I hear her in a dream arguing with someone in elevated tones:

Let it be! Let him swim!

I stopped her, I think it was probably a bad dream.
She rises sharply on the bed.

and calm. Who is swimming? Who is swimming?

He looks at me and says clearly:

A fly is also a plane.

He falls on the bed and falls asleep again.

Everything will be fine soon, the most important thing is to be patient.