My girlfriend, Olya, was taking a shower, and the word “KATJA” appeared on the mirror, which my friend, to whom I gave the keys of the apartment yesterday, gave a finger to meet Katya.

Fuck how much! What a hero, if there is a line somewhere (entrance to the subway, entrance to the escalator), then there are always fools that bypass the line side by side and enter it. And other fools, instead of pushing them away, let them in. It terribly enough. Be people and not fools!!! It is on the back, not on the side.

I have always had fun, as about hormonal instability people say, who under the influence of hormones constantly think about sex and meaninglessly measure heartbeat (direct effect of testosterone - libido and status disorders).
Why was it fun? If people are constantly thinking and measuring, do they have everything stable?

Anna: For a few years, I went to work in Northern Yensay. And every morning the same grandmother rushed over the road there with her little granddaughter 20 meters from the lighthouse - to the garden, apparently, led. I hope the girl will live to her own brains and they will be better than the grandmothers.

The dispute began as if not entirely about languages, but rather about Cretan architectures... even Basic can be assembled into a mascot, less than a few times.
But using the Modern Paradigm with rituals and drums, you can safely leave in the matrix of resources 10, 30, and at least 50 times from what is really necessary. When a 8000-point chart is built for three or four hours, because each point is an object, that is what it is. I will not call a specific software, but it exists and is widely used.
And the point is that for this achineas objects are not really needed, but you need to be just a hint... in the sense of a quite modern programmer, going in line with current concepts. I can write exactly the same nonsense on several different assemblers on the same principle, and it will work for an hour instead of three just because of the assembler’s steaminess, if I reproduce the level of nonsense accurately enough.
For a minute, two hundred milliseconds. Including scaling, app calls and filling the resulting window with graphene trioxide with a mixture of beautiful rendering. And what’s on it, what’s on the pluses, what’s on the asma, what’s on the vasic will be about one hern much shorter than a second.
You can divide each other :)
TL: Dr; – You have finally risen, gentlemen developers. There is no forecast for you :(

I had to leave a girlfriend at night. Formed for a friend Pasha as a guest, held, leaving Tankin student on guard. Then in a couple of hours I had to go down with Pasha, pick up the studdak, go out and come back minutes after ten already on my studdak.

It is worth saying that we are similar to Tanka exactly to the extent that all good people are similar. Her lips are thinner and straight, and her eyes are bigger than mine. But like winter, a shirt with a cap should fix the matter.

Here we are with the guard. The guard is looking at the photo in the student room, me in the cap.

- Something you are not very similar to the photo, remove the cap!

Fuck the comedy. I take off the cap, parallelly blow out my eyes to look bigger, press my lips and stretch them into a line.

The guard looks at me for a long time, then at the photo, then again at me, then at the photo. He whispers, stretches me and says with a smile:

You are much more beautiful in life.

and thanks. I answer without shaking my lips.

Get out of the room, Raj. Tanke decided not to say anything.

A potential client calls, they need to do some work in Moscow, we are in Peter.

The girl in a very pathetic tone tells about what they are from Moscow, about their company, about how carefully they will choose a contractor, etc.

Then he says – You are not embarrassed at all that we are in Moscow?

We work with all regions.

She – What? ? to ? to ? to Moscow for you? ? to ? to ? to

Is there a life behind McDonald’s? text, real life story, office plankton, office stories

We are in one region, you are in another.

She - no, it must be said, Moscow region, ha-ha-ha

I - let me reflect, we are in a different region, about you, but we are not embarrassed, we are ready to come to you to do the work.

It is, of course, ready, it is Moscow!



We never worked with her, I don’t know, to the worst, or to the better.

Would you go under a neutral flag?
YYY: I would live under it. and worked.

Preventive measures

"What is this for people? It hurts, for example, the wife / mistress's head - dropped her on the trunk, grabbed and in the bed.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Anchor with a beard (without fleas):
A husband wakes his wife at 3 o’clock at night and stretches her citramon.
Drink from your headache!
I have no headache at all...
It doesn’t hurt! "

Changes in age, that’s the reason. My great-grandmother thought it was very appropriate for me, a three-year-old, to start telling her that she would die, that she would be dug up in a pit, that she would be thrown into the ground... Mother told me, in order to make her feel sorry, or begun to ask me not to die. And I took and interested in such an action so much that a week in the morning to her resorted with the question "and when will you die?".

My name is Star, Star, Star.
BBB: That’s your name, very rare.
Why is it rare? In my grandmother’s village, half of the cows were called so.
AAA: mm, so cute )))

c) Poor people

As a person (the heterosexual first a boy, then a man), from 7 to 18 years of age engaged (and trained) in different dance sections ( they are called schools), I declare with all responsibility - yes, these are the pritoons of corruption.

Well, I will answer to you, as a bisexual woman, from 14 to 35 years of age engaged in different types of dances: you don’t have to, sweetheart, give out your personal desire for glamour as an imperative universal norm.

How can Lenin be buried if he lived, was alive and will live?

Archaeology of the Bronze Age is a crazy house.

A tribe from southern France for one generation, without intermediate stops, moved to Altai (Chemurchek culture). A few thousand years later, some blue-eyed blondes from Western Europe, dressed in tartan, move to western China, where they live without mixing with the local population (Tarim mummies). In the mining area of Southern Zaraglia, in the bare steppe, fortified cities of the Middle East type with clay walls, advanced heating and sewerage systems are suddenly built according to a single plan, and after 40 years people leave them, burn them and burn them unknowingly where (Sintachin culture). Some Altai tribe invented advanced bronze weapons and conquered the territory up to Finland with small drums, and not a steppe belt, like all normal people, but a forest (the Seymin-Turbin phenomenon). These same guys or someone influenced by their culture seem to have conquered China and created the Yin civilization.

As if there is little archaeology, linguistics adds hell. It is impossible to build an unambiguous picture of the division and spread of languages (there are five candidate territories for Indo-European ancestors), and to reconcile this with archaeology - an additional headache (no, for example, no archaeological evidence of the Aryan conquest of India). And now even genetics has spilled out a huge bunch of material, which is completely unclear how to interpret. How do we understand, for example, the presence of the same haplogroup among the higher Brahman of Northern India and 60% of the Kyrgyz people? All the constructions of conspirators of the type "this could not be, because against common sense" go through the forest. In the Bronze Age, everything is against common sense. And not the interpretations of historians, but the starting facts of material culture, linguistics and genetics.

This is my first shock from the most superficial acquaintance with the subject.

Robert Ibatullin

The Moscow Conservatory.
by Masha Ivanova:
Yesterday I was on the metro for the first time in a long time. A full car of Tajik!
I looked in all the eyes as if they had not stolen the bag.”
The Tokyo Symphony Orchestra:
Yesterday we visited the Moscow metro. One woman looked at us very harshly: apparently, our performance of Rahmaninov’s 2nd concert was far from ideal.”

Added erudited but stupid:

Answer the erudite:

And how it is boring with the erudite, you would know - it would be time to go to bed for a long time, and he blows up everything with his erudition.

Well yes yes yes. Only as a cultural person, I can't immediately catch my ass and pull it into bed - I'm not Rzhevsky, to get on the mouth 10-100 times in order to penetrate once. As an intelligent person, I can’t ask in the forehead "Can you catch your ass and drag you into bed?"—this question may be the last. As an inexperienced person, I am forced to mock with erudition in anticipation of the hint of a banquet continuation. And the hint is not and is not, or it is so subtle that you can't see it.

Moreover, it turns out that it was a hint, day after day, two or three :( So, unforgettable, if you washed up / squeezed / painted, and this botanist is still not aloo - don't be embarrassed, quietly put him for a member. If he does not understand this hint, please look for another male, because such oaks should not reproduce.

X: Our Valera, have you heard of him?
Is it three times a year in the office? Is it uncomfortable to leave the house?
XXX: He is the same. So, this morning in the office, I was waiting for the general’s reception at 3 o’clock...you know what I asked for?
YYY: Not to come at all?
XXX is NO! I asked for a week trip for 2! His aunt has arrived!

I wanted to cry yesterday before I went to sleep. All the reasons were insufficient. He fell asleep unchallenged.

to this

A woman needs 80 kg of hairy creature nearby. Depending on its beauty and conspiracy, it will either be a male or 10-15 cats.

If the hair and weight of the male is not enough, is a pair of cats allowed in addition?

My grandmother at the age of 68 is dancing. And grandfather is not there almost, dancing with other grandmothers. An old man, I thought. Thank you, dear man, opened your eyes to the prophorset of the enthusiast.