Everything is told on TV. Accident on the road, shooting. One of the participants says: "I wanted to scare him with a traumatic pistol, and he got a rifle."

Lex: And I am satisfied with my salary (Imagine it happens). I think how to explain to the bosses, so that I am motivated by removing responsibilities and responsibilities - that is, ideally at the top of the career forest I should not do anything for the same money)

This is the reward:
And so that you do not get up twice: weapons about the "unrecognized human larvae," all march to read developmental psychology, at least a textbook-christomatics for psychophagians to begin with.

If you read carefully, you would understand that the people are mainly not so much against children, but against the fact that parents take them to places where children have absolutely nothing to do and have nothing to be - in cafes, bars, etc.

My husband and I are on a trip to the UK soon. Both speak English approximately three times. My husband is also a vegetarian. We rehearse the dialogues:
I: Well, let’s go into the cafe. You have to say that you are a vegetarian. What will you say?
Oh my husband, oh my husband!
I am :D
Husband : What?
I: You said you are a vegetable. It is vegetarian. How do you know what kind of vegetarian you are? (Well in terms of ovo, lactose, vegan)
The husband, thinking how to say, scratches the tail: -Aim hard vegetarians!
I will bring you a stone :)

No fuck to fuck! - And immediately with such a polite voice to the second - Sergey Viktorovich, more cautious.
Reminds me of the joke:
Grandma, dear, please take me by the hand, fucking - so together.

Where can a beginner programmer work?
Freezing the carrier.

I moved to a new house and here in the course of a week under the evening, the cockroaches were ripped out cm 2 in length, they were easily killed with a tap, usually with one blow, but here, at the end of the week, the ONO was ripped out cm 7 in length, with wings, with goats - from the taps, the poison does not take it, what to do with it I don't know, one will cope with it can't, runs there here for three hours probably...
WOW: Well what I need to teach you, Chuk, is the boss, take hilla, tank, three dd and goo on it, maybe a bit of something will fall out...

If your wife insists on installing beads, do not resist. There can be up to 10 bottles of beer for cooling.

From jabber conference dedicated to the Haiku operating system:

* Guest 1 feels great reading in the Microsoft Exchange web interface, via Linux Firefox, email from Apple tech support: "Open Safari..."

From all this, we can conclude that beepacks are not the food of the poor, it is the food of the lazy.

It was removed from the tongue! Even at the stage of the holivar about chicken and potatoes thought, and why so scarce? Cereals are cheaper than potatoes and what a variety! Pig liver is cheap and useful, fish is quite inexpensive, but it is all to cook! I have one husband in my family now working, two children, a mortgage, capital repair we do and a mirror my husband in the DR buy. And the husband in the factory is an engineer... just his wife knows how to cook and save.

Dzintars - from the Latvian "cotton". This is translated as "Yan".
All is norm. There was such a writer - Vasily Yang, wrote a trilogy about the Tatar oak.

Aha, a potato - from the English "potatochka, meaning po - in translation of kar.

I married a roller coaster. It is easy to be a good wife. It is enough to feed him with snacks and allow him to freelance in the Gandalf costume.

Irina: Prokhorov abandoned the Y-mobile... What will we drive on now???and :-(
Michael: Sadly... :-( You’ll probably have to ride these German cranes with garlics?

As is from the dating site, could not pass by)

"I will only meet the seedquaters"

In the topic of the fight about smoking, I remembered: it was two years and a little ago, then the ban on the sale of cigarettes at the stops did not come into effect. I set up for a new job, and since I did not know where to smoke and there were cameras around the job bus landing place, I did not smoke at work at all. Accordingly, I go to the place of landing, I leave the bus, I cross the road, I go to the stop and immediately squeeze a cigarette in my mouth, the edge of my eyes I notice a group of schoolchildren, well as schoolchildren... they were issued only bags with textbooks.
Buy a cigarette!
And my brain is inflamed, a new job, a bunch of information, all my colleagues by name to remember, well, I answer, showing a cigarette:
Thank you, I have...
And I toss further. By the edge of my eyes I see how Fifa’s eyes become huge and childishly surprised... And only then I get to know that she asked her to buy cigarettes... Well my karma is clean, I didn’t buy cigarettes to minors...

I was driving home and listening to the radio. I was very pleased with the selection of songs: on Tagan Square, the radio joyfully sang: "Hey, thief, turn to hell, we will go home on a new road...". And in the blockade on Andropovsky Prospect: "Oh, This is the road to Hell..."

Information is the only basic commodity that is not forged in China, but in the United States.

Last summer we went to the Alps. Well, we found in some village a restaurant that attracts visitors with the promise of "fresh fish". I went and ordered a forel. The waitress took the order and took it to the kitchen. Exactly a minute later, the chef came out of there, with German craftsmanship, took off the cooking coat and hood, hanged it in the closet, took out of the same closet the cage, the cage and the chair, and walked boldly to the shore of the nearest mountain river. It has a taste for fishing.
We are here, to confess, a little fooled. This is really fresh fish! In the eyes of the visitor. No, well, I saw one day in Crete, as a waitress, accepting an order for a vegetable salad, immediately wrapped the sleeves of the fraca, dropped the lacquered shoes and shuffled barefoot to collect cucumbers and tomatoes on the garden adjacent to the tavern. But the fish!
Carefully asked the waitress, how much time, in his opinion, will take the execution of our order, and what will happen if there is no clove, or there will be no forel?
The waiter, having understood the essence of our question, stumbled upon us as if we were crazy, and explained very distinctly and clearly: "This cook now has a lunch break, and how he spends it is his business. And your forel is already on the bowl, her other cook is roasting. And we bring fish every morning from our own farm a kilometer above the mountains.” Following this, the young man went to the kitchen to delight his colleagues with a new story about idiot tourists.

Hello Hello Hello! Here in the vicinity, mixed with the bird's whisper and the unobtrusive whisper of the wind, as if lighting the green waves of the berry grove with a bagel, giving the heat like the summer sun at the height of the dull summer of July, blowing out light smoke like the rising fog from the spread of the lake at dawn, frightening the forest inhabitants - working bobs, wise caterpillars and careless whispers, the house-museum of Prishvina burns. No, sending out the car is no longer necessary.

When I watched the match between Brazil and Germany, I thought I was grateful to the Russian national team. No, indeed, good guys - quietly flew out, nothing with a devastating account to no one, advances of their special game did not give anyone.