I bought a fecal pump 7 years ago for the rare (2 times a year) pumping of the hole of the luftkloset. It is inexpensive, t. There was no systematic work. Literally in the first 10 minutes of work, the UZO worked. I pulled out the pump "as it is", wrapped it in ten packs and carried it to the warranty. There, he apologized for using the pump as intended (according to the instructions) and demanded satisfaction. They tried to argue with me, but you understand that it is difficult to argue with me on this issue, especially since the reason for the work was confidently named by me. I suggested to disassemble the pump immediately and make sure the electrical part is non-hermetic. The smell in the workshop was such that it was no longer possible to object to the servants.
A few days later I was returned a thoroughly washed, repaired pump. From him, he carried air refreshers for toilets - apparently poured out not one balloon. All these years the pump works properly, no problems.

Men are sometimes very sentimental.
In every man there is a female beginning.
Zzz: There must be a male end inside every woman.
Theory of Sex, Fuck

Very interesting, if same-sex marriages are allowed, will there be such pedics who "before the wedding"?

I can’t listen to the song “Give Me This Day, Give Me This Night” anymore.
What is it suddenly?
“Every time I hear it, I realize it’s a time-breaking freelancer song!

Both03
Bgg, did you try to type the word "portal" in Yandex? )

Both03
on "p" there are hints, on "po" there are hints, on "por" there are no hints, on "port" there are hints))

Both03
Type of dangerous area passed ))

TopSpin
and)))

It is foolish to look for a black cat in a dark room, especially if it is not there.
But it’s even more stupid to look for a black cobra in a dark room, especially if it’s there.

Emily is poor. Oh, how many wonderful discoveries do we have... you let me be surprised that Bagira is a male, a fucker.

You shattered my life.

Listened to

Once upon a time, a grandfather lived in a neighboring house and cried all day long. He cried about how he was the commander of the submarine and how he flew on the Soviet spacecraft Buran. Now in the neighboring house lives a aunt who cries all night. She urges her neighbors to drink her salt, salt blood. I think they don’t think this idea is wild anymore."

Drop the cat? My da-k cat tried to put the owner of the bed itself, but a couple of dozens of times flew from it and now lies on the very edge of the bed, so that I do not interfere with sleeping and with such a face that type "no at least do not drive me away from here, a"
It is ===
Why did you take the cat, heretic? Cats are given to mankind to serve them, not to slander!

I went to the store tonight. In front of me and behind me there are men, typical of such proletarians, with fingers and a pearl. They buy vodara, beer and burl. And I am shaved, in a fresh T-shirt, in the basket - juice and kefir. I feel like I’m a transgender! I stand and think: "It’s good that the kefir is not fat-free!"

The summer. The heat.

The size of the girls’ breasts has decreased, on average, by size.

I have already turned around! What did I do wrong to you, brother?! to
with UV. and Lenin.

In the evening, my wife and I turn on the telephone to find out who is worse than us.
Oleg Butaev

For a whole week, the neighbors move the furniture on top, even at night.
Today I couldn’t stand it and went and asked, “What fucking thing!“”
A man opens the door, his eyes are red, his hair is scattered, his clothes are in mint.
I ask :
Why do you move your furniture all night? You are here, you can’t sleep!
He wiped his eyes and replied sadly:
“My wife is pregnant, and every night when she goes to bed she asks me to move the closet, because under these sounds she can easily fall asleep. You know, I can’t refuse her, she’s pregnant.
I nodded understandably and suggested that he recorded these sounds onto a dictionary.
The next morning I met him at the entrance. When he saw me, he nodded, hugged me, thanked me, gave me money.
I have not seen such happy people in a long time.

In Africa, white tourists swimming in a river ask an interpreter:
What are the locals talking so loudly about? Why was the whole village on the shore?
- Oh, it's not because of you, they're very surprised - what lazy crocodiles are today!

about beating children. When I was a child, I was a father. He was raised by the belt. Then I thought it was my own fault, and in general, small children can be ripped, like they will grow up and stop. There was an example of cousins and sisters, they were even more cracked, I was a cracked gentleman against their background. Later came the realization that I was beaten not for crimes, but for the bad mood of my father. I stopped talking to him and the fighting stopped. Time passed, I grew up, he grew old, he weakened. And then came the conflict. The old whistle recalled his youth and raised his arm and foot on me. In general, I had fun when I chased him around the apartment, and he ran away from me with open eyes and whispered that he would call the police. Then there were cries to my mother, she said she did not educate me so, depression, as well, on my father. After some time, he took off, undermined his forces and wanted to take revenge, and again climbed on the naked old face and not only. I am all for. Children's psyche is flexible, children don't remember evil for a long time and are unlikely to be offended on every back. But remember that it is possible that one day your child in response to the next backbone will turn and break your leg. And you both will know that he is already stronger than you and will grow and strengthen, and you have old age, weakness and no one to protect.

useless-faq.livejournal

xxx: Why are the gods accepted on "you"? Why not "you" Or even on "You"?
yyy: Show me at least one of those who have imaginary friends who would communicate with their imaginary friend on you.

Recently, the status of Pushkin and Lermontov was wandered around: they were killed in a duel, Gogol was buried alive, Yesenin hanged, Mayakovsky was shot - I don't want to be a writer in this country.
I wrote to him: write, all of this does not threaten the dwarfs.

We don’t argue about homework.
I: (I get the milk from the refrigerator) Dear, the milk is acidic, maybe you can make a smoothie?
D: No, milk has been as acidic for two weeks.
I: Okay then well. (I put the milk back in the refrigerator)

I go to the second floor of the bedroom to sign a couple of papers. There is silence, no one, the door to the office is open, and from there the voice of the headbush is loud, ladies in the summer: -You just sit quietly, the glass is poured out.

I fall into the office and continue on the move: - and definitely somebody will prepare with some x *%n!!! to

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