I want to buy an iPad, which company would you recommend?
Yyy... Lukoil

The Knight is actually
Who lives with you.
realizing that you are the same
The Angry Dragon

Women are advanced. I asked the operating lady to restore you. You came with Durex. The core must be compiled.

Poems about the Beautiful (published on the Internet)

Three wise men in one basin melted Yuri Lozu,
If it were a little bigger than the old basin, there would still be Mikhailov Stas.

Who the author is, I do not know.

M scratches things in the laundry. He sees broken jeans.
M: This is what?
They are jeans!
M: They are broken, let’s get rid of them.
I only have jeans!
M is OK.
In three minutes.
M: And this is what?
J: It has to be washed.
M: And yet – what is it?
What do you not see? These are jeans!
M: You said you only have one jeans.
And one of them! The second ones!

A lonely woman, you say, the whole house collapses – to make no one?
I knew one lonely mouthpiece who, when the mixer in the bath began to flow, just blocked the crane in the niche. I washed up and opened.
When it became even stronger, I just covered the mixer of one of the shirts.
Somewhere in six months I dared to call the sanitary.

There are pellets for sale.
Beer and Socks
Solitary species will not disappear
They will not give up just so.

and blind:
The brain standard:

Who is your 5-year-old sitting at home while you go to work? One of what? Or do you work at home? It is really a pattern of papas))

Five years is not five months. Have you ever heard of kindergartens?

In the original quote, in the part that you, by the way, yourself and drank out of the answer before sending yours, it was written that the "papa-young" never gave his children to any kindergarten. I didn’t talk to grandmother. So the question is reasonable: if there are no babysitters, and there is no garden, and the father is at work - then with whom is the child?
If one, it is all until the first injury. Five years is no longer small, but still unreasonable. The windows are falling out, and the fires are arranging.

Why does vodka hurt my head in the morning?

Tagged: vodka

Button ¶ "Show all characters" in Word...
It’s just a divine button, sometimes you think "How did it all go, well, that just can’t be! What a nonsense?And then you press this button - and immediately comes direct enlightenment and insight - you think - the nifiga has been wrapped up here! Distances, tables in tables, inscriptions in inscriptions (all this with white boundaries), and a bunch of all kinds of herry. You think "mdaaa"... and start cleaning out the garbage, bringing the text to a normal, and most importantly - easily edited appearance.

The teacher of the TOE (theoretical foundations of electrical engineering) asked us: "Why does an alternating current pass through a condenser and a constant one does not?" and drew a drawing on the board: a horizontal straight, divided in the middle by two vertical lines (condensator).
Here is the alternating current. - painted a sinusoid with the axis of a horizontal line passing in the maximum amplitude of the condenser and going further.
It is a constant current. - drawn a horizontal straight, parallel to the main and leaning in the condenser. The current is constant and cannot pass through the condenser.
P.S At the third grade, everyone knew it was a joke.

There was a boy living there, whispering half a week and was pleased. There was a little girl living on the floor every day. They met and began to live together, and the girl began to grasp that it is she who grumbled on every floor, it is necessary for the boy to grumble once. The boy got upset and left, and the girl now tells the internet that all the men put all the housework on women, and they do nothing.
The boy lived with his mother, and his mother slapped the floor every day. And she lived a girl and she slapped half a week. And they began to live together. The girl still squeezes half a week, but the boy was upset two days later that the house was dirty. The girl has left, and the boy lives with his mother and cries on the internet that the women at home do nothing and require them to be provided.
And the first boy met the second girl and they live together for a long time and happily, indeed, the Internet does not write, not before them.

From the logs to one of the records "Mount & Blade: Napoleonic wars":
Now the peasant serpent cannot strike a knock.
Removed the opportunity to strike through the floor to a player standing above the floor;
- Solved the problem with the Austrian Kirasir-Gorner, who had no hands;
Fixed the problem of birds underground appearance in random maps;
Corrected continuation of music when a player is hit while playing a piano or organ.
The Russian Sergeant Yegery now has bullets.

Does anyone force you to watch Lin's comics? Unlikely to.
Or maybe you can draw at least a few highly artistic and highly intellectual (from your point of view) creations? If not, do not stick to the only artist left on the site. If yes, try and see what happens.)
......
I am not the author of the source, but!
1st ' First get it out' - not an argument.
2nd If you look carefully, there is no possibility to add your comic book on the site. Lynn is a monopolist.
Three I also don’t like the way she’s drawing, and the comics I’ve been watching for a long time, but your reckless praise is running out.

According to a friend, after everything became clear:

1st His wife asked him from the kitchen to help her.

2nd I could not wait for a response and asked louder again.

Three I didn’t wait for a reaction, I went, I said something angry.

5 is Not waiting for the reaction, insulted and in the hearts left the apartment

6 is A friend, touching the cotton of the front door, removed the headphones, listened carefully and thought: - Probably went to the store.

I have a cat and a dog at home. Every time someone comes and asks if a dog is biting, I say no. Naive, they don’t know I’m biting a cat.

I went to the studio to take a photo of the documents.

A flash, the photographer unfolds the camera to show the result.

I - what I was a hurry.

Photographer, breathing - What is it

I studied at the beginning of zero in the aviation college. As a foreigner, he lived in a five-story dormitory. There was one peculiarity of the company - there was no shower. A washing machine for 5 dishes was, a toilet for 5 seats was (entrance through the washing machine and left), but for washing it was offered to drive his body once a week to the ground building called the "bath". In this "bathroom" even to enter was scary - so it is disgusting in the appearance of the sarai.

We did not go there.



Instead, they were washed in the laundry under a hose, which at one end was dressed on the crane, and the second was glued with a wire to the pipe under the ceiling. An excellent shower was obtained, the floor in the laundry room was chain and there was a drain of water into the sewerage. The management struggled with this phenomenon, but more for sight.



Going to the laundry in the evening to wash your hands and find one or two naked students swimming there has become commonplace. I myself, at first embarrassed by the people to stand with the naked pipis under the shower, quickly changed the complexes to pure density.



One day before the start of the third course, the students living in the hostel were called out of vacation a week earlier - it was necessary to seamless the rooms for the resettlement of the first students. August in southern Ukraine is terribly hot and after the train, I first went to the bathroom.



As always, he went into the laundry, grabbed the hose to the ceiling, got the shampoo, soap and dressed up to the naked. Just pulled off the water, as suddenly the door opened and some unknown guy entered the laundry room, holding a pot with pasta in his hands. Here in the laundry, he wanted to pour water through the sink. Apparently first-class, they have just begun to settle.



The boy looked up at me from the pot and for some reason stuck at the entrance. In his eyes was horror and something unhealthy. "Strange what, why so loose, maybe psychic? “I thought I was cutting on a visitor.



And here to me: yesterday’s student quietly entered the laundry room, and there is some exhibitionist. From the unshaken lob hangs a member, and from all the clothes on the perverted only rubber slats. What to do now? to scream? To give in? to escape? Calling for help?

The boy did not notice the hose attached to the ceiling, and about washing they had time to rush, say, here is a bath on the territory, here is a bathing day.



The addicted boy never shrugged. For jokes, I looked at him and kept an alarming pause. Then rounded the crane – water poured on the crane.

I am bathing.

- Aaaaaaaah, - joyfully exhaled the first-time student, in his communion again became safe.

I remember getting stuck at home like a full night. I want to eat, I have no strength. I went into the kitchen, oh, a pot on the table and smells delicious. I looked, there was a soup. I didn't use the plate, I washed it afterwards, and here the soup is a little bit completely, the whole stuff. I took a spoon, sat down at the table, sat down, ate. It is delicious, but hot, dog. Waiting for fifteen minutes, still hot, and eating hunting. I sit down, but I eat. My mother walks into the kitchen and looks at me with her eyes:
What kind of fucking soup do you eat? He is still cooking.
I looked under the pot, and there was a fire... And I still thought that I was so uncomfortable sitting at the table, my legs have nowhere to go...

Good teachers still have the opportunity to earn decently, teaching individually, for example.
÷÷ and
Good dentists work individually. Good electricians on recommendation. Good gynecologists, surgeons, carmasters... Friends, you don’t think that in the system of wages (LEGAL WORK) the same systemic error as in your brain. Advice even to learn to play billiards or poker (roulette, Forex) etc., try yourself with your own talent to live, and after already advise teachers after switching to 6-7 lessons to go with a stack of notebooks of 5-6 kilograms to run with rehearsals until 10 p.m., to the store to run, come home, notebooks to check, work with children, eat to cook, play with your husband and in the morning with fresh forces to fight.
And now look at yourself in the mirror, look closely, then call your mom and ask, "Mommy, why did I whim?"

In our family, I am in a decree with three children, and there are days when everything is fine, everything is cleaned, lunch and dinner is prepared, and there is a time when I call my husband and warn him to buy food himself. And he goes taking fruits, ingredients for sandwiches, pizza or ready-made chicken, or quickly cooking an egg or fried potatoes. He eats himself, feeds everyone and gives me rest. And yes, in such a family to quietly wash dishes or sit in the toilet is also considered a rest.
Of course, like all living people, it happens that we argue, but so far we treat each other with respect and love there are no problems. Our relationship is 15 years old, from early studenthood. And there were problems, but it seems to me that the thing is that he and I, grew up in normal, full families, where parents do not shake the rights, and solve problems and live, raise children with love.