xxx: we lived in a rental apartment, went for a bath, lazy to stand in the bathroom, to the bathroom, too tired, I look at the stand hanging a plastic bench...
In general, I turned it to the bottom of the seats, it doesn't break, the weight holds, well, all cool, cushioned for 15 minutes...
I sit relaxed and out of the soul like the air with the grooooooooooooom, the water, the air.... (and the cold water ceased to flow) but my heart probably went to the first floor...
I was frightened until my legs jumped, all the weight of course on the bench, then it breaks and I try to get up and the boiling water that is poured out of the soul to turn off, the body floor burned...
I can’t get up to swim!!! A crack cracks his ass))))))))))) scuco until he broke out of his arms of his legs on burned and only then realized how lucky I was!!!!!!!!!!! What if the eggs failed in this crack?))))))))

Michael Jackson is dead. He was strange, but talented. Sadly him. Sergey is alive. He is very strange and untalented and he is not sorry, but let him live long. When people die, it’s always bad.c) V. Soloviev

How does it come out that no one who does not ask - no one shakes... But everyone knows how it is done!!! to

by Mr. I slipped on a wet linoleum and immediately submitted the candidate for the masters of sports in multi-fighting, gymnastics and figure skating with the overcoming of obstacles in the form of a table, chairs, cat and dog.

A girl in bed:
So, let’s try it in the pop?
On whom will we try?

The child was scratched in the hand with a iodine pencil. My daughter asked to write "Ira + mom = love"
She wrote.
Then came a little girl (4 years old).
And me too! And write me...
and well. What to write?
dictated
Olya...
I wrote what next.
and plus...
Well, now that we are writing...
He has long thought...
Plus ten...

The Wolf:
The name "marine rabbit" was given to this foil by Russian beastfighters because of its frightening habits.
IMHO scary habits are observed in all the animals that see Russian beasts.

yyy: then it could be called a marine reference

XXX: Recently was in Chernobyl, well on a tour!
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! There is still radiation there!!!! to
xxx: 0_o_o

at the exam.
Student: I was confused about something.
Let’s be confused, we’re not playing BDSM here.

and Vladivostok. It is about 7 in the morning...
I went out to the balcony to smoke, the fog from the sea almost nothing to see... I took it and shouted: Lochaaaaaadkaaa...
And I’m in the mood for the whole day 😉
c) t0chi1ka

Okay, I’ll come, have you decided on the dress? Imagine something sexy.
Tagged: come
I’m the sexuality myself, my chest, my ticks, my six legs, I’ll be a cancer for you, my beloved.

Today I was riding a tram in a traffic jamming, a drunk girl with an angry look goes out on the street, and a guy, too, is following her.
"Stand up!" - The guy cries, - "Masha, stand up!"
A girl in no way.
"Masha, please stop and don’t leave!and "
Masha is leaving.)
Then the guy strikes, and says ‘no and go naked,’ he turns and leaves.
The girl took two steps, stopped, thought, turned around, and cried “Vitya, stand!” and let’s run after him.
Fuck, the tram was rolling.)

She works as a manager in the staff department. In the interview with the security guard:
That kind of uncle shuffle is coming. Brushed and brushed. Say hello and sit. Quiet as such. I ask questions, a questionnaire. Half an hour passes. We have a conversation, questions. Suddenly, I see, his eyes opened. and such an expression of the face as if it is bad to him or hurt him. I ask you, are you sick? He is not. Gray, what are you sick of? He is not. Talk for 40 minutes. His eyes are getting bigger and bigger. Finished and said goodbye. He goes out and I wonder what’s going on with him. I leave the office after him. I look - and he runs to the toilet with a white sling, almost broke the door to the toilet :))) told the deer, he grit, we take! With such an extension 😉

Today I went out in the morning to smoke on the balcony and I observe the following picture: there is a man, I’t say that you’re hungry, but you can see that there is a strong body and something in the package. He approaches the entrance and there someone screams to him from the 3rd floor. Here is the dialogue:
From the floor: got it?
He took
From the floor: to buy a cigarette?
He is: A?
From the floor: buy smoking?
He is: What?
from the floor: (very loud and evil) crazy... smoked to buy?
He is: A?
from the floor: (understanding apparently that something is wrong, with gaps between words): cigarettes... the store... took?
Q: Did I buy a cigarette?
From the floor: A?
Tagged: cigarette shop

p.s How easy it is to communicate.

Innos: Put on the table, swallowed from its size...

The day with a friend made a brilliant conclusion: "Pushkin was a hansta"
His grandfather from Ethiopia.
Second, he wrote poetry. Especially the pebbles.
Most importantly, he died in a shooting.

Fuck, you are one of them!
– – – – –

When it is good!
Otherwise it is disgusting.

The story took place in a rather typical for the NAC. Republican School
Probably not unique, but I guarantee the truth, because I have seen everything.
With my ears.
So, as has already been said, the golden age of "stagnation", a typical Soviet school in
The suburb of Baku is divided into two sectors: the Russian and the Azerbaijani. Shallows
from me. The Russian language was not very well understood by the primary classes.
did not know.
At every significant date, the entrance staircase was placed on a tribune.
microphone and director (a remnant of even more ancient times, with black
to bring to school students the decisions of the last XX. congress
Or something else in that spirit. The speeches were in Russian. None of the students in
These speeches did not entangle the Russian sector, because the pofigu was,
I am. sector because he did not understand anything at all. Everyone was friendship.
They shouted “Ura!“When it was necessary, at least some fun.
On a cold November morning in 1982, the school welcomed us.
Room with microphone. As usual, the director went up to the court, and
He began with a solemn voice:
The comrades! After a long and prolonged illness, he died.
Secretary General... bla bla bla... four times hero...
“Bla-Bla” by Leonid Ilyich Brezhnev.
Translating the spirit, the director pulled off the sheet and looked into the crowd. The Zionist
I am. The sector, seeing this gesture, instantly revived.
“It is time!” At the same time, several dozens of non-Russian speakers
The head and the next moment, present, more precisely, only me. Sectorial
half, exploded with applause passing into ovations and screams
“Ura!“...
The director bleaked and lost the gift of speech, he was probably shot.
In the best case, a gulag. The other teachers and teachers also appeared.
They are not prepared for such a mass statement. But the disgrace continued.
A few seconds later, the director called the microphone.
immediately stop the anti-Soviet, the ignorant teachers fled
suppressing the rebellion. I remember one class. and lead. the younger
Classes, which gave no weak tumaks to the right and to the left, waving with their hand as
I chopped.

The rebellion was quickly suppressed, consequences for the director seemed not to be,
I think it was the last time Gen. He died a long time ago and
The Director did not have any relevant experience. When he died
The next gen. Seven, sad experience taken into account, and the same class of leadership,
The meeting was held between Azerbaijani students and
She spoke that if anyone knocks or pronounces a sound, she will speak to him with her own hands.
The torch will shake.

“Nahal!” It doesn’t mean “stop!”