Pushed
I had a beautiful button on my jacket. The dog immediately threw her out of the closet. I try to remove the closet to get it, it doesn’t work. The son enters the room, looks at the futility of my attempts and gives out with a loving voice: "And when I finally marry you, woe you are my bulb. So that at least your husband will teach you real men to call for help, and not the closet itself to move.
I stopped moving the closet, I sat on the floor :-D

confused voice because of the iron door of the archive:
Katyusha, open the door to me...I’m hot with a lot of hands.

In Russian the phrase is: “Not imposed!” It always meant that it was not put in the hand.

One of my distant relatives connected her life with a former prisoner of war, a German. A Wehrmacht motorcyclist, he was captured in the 42nd.
He survived terrible camps, was beaten and cut off. He spent 14 years in the camps of his 32s at the time of his liberation. Love for the Russian girl turned out to be strong and he remained in the Union, in the Saratov region. He never spoke about the horrors of war and the camps, he did not complain, but sometimes looked at his miraculously surviving military photo and said with a breath: "It was necessary to have
This is a motorcycle!

1990 – The President of the USSR receives the Nobel Prize.
1991 – The USSR disappeared.
2009 – The President of the United States receives the Nobel Prize.
The whole world, holding its breath, awaits the New Year.

Mik: Zdarova brother, with the passing you, how did you spend the day?
Gloom: Okay, but I just broke up with Lenka =(
Mik: Because of what? Direct to DR?
Gloom: Yes, do you remember her childhood friend Kirill? So she asked if he could come with a girl in the afternoon, well, I didn’t refuse... all were eaten short in the goff, here I am smurfing My Lenka with Kirill runs to the bedroom quietly...
Mik: Ahahahah, in the business :)
Gloom: Well, I am behind them, at the door I stood up and listened, I hear some screams and laughs, I pull the door, and she is closed, well I get angry, I go to the girl of Cyril and with a drunk voice I report that her Cyril is fucking my linen, we go together to the door she is also crossing the linen, she looks at me with burning eyes and begins to kiss, I give in, in a minute she is already on me with a cuddle and in this passionate moment the door opens, the linen and Cyril in the ah...
Mik: mda, you have brutally avenged)))))))
Gloom: So it turns out they have prepared a surprise for me there in the bedroom... a lace in tears and runs away, Cyril is behind her... short we have not spoken for three days...
How did this girl react?
Gloom: her name is Anya, she is in the shower, electricity from work came =))

It was in the late nineties, the year was not harvesting, the stockpiles were few, the trade was even less, and the winter was cold-hungry, so I decided to hit the grass and take the meat to the market. He struck, broke, loaded it in the trunk and went. At the entrance to the city of KP GAI, and the technical inspection was already as late as half a year, well, naturally, the mint stopped me, and I began to go for a bathtub. Well, and so I say on "punishment" there is no money. I look at him in the trunk and say "what luck do you have?" hints. Well, I had to open, I see him in a smile disappeared and said "not as much as a man, we will agree", and the cat's heart will scratch... the last is the time, sad to give! And he quietly picked up the best pieces of himself and mocked the mole. Paul the Pig took the shit. I go and even the tears turn, and who in the throat... and the insult is such a whisper! I came to the market, wiped up, I opened my luggage, and I saw that there are mentivsky gloves lying in them, and in them our money and not our stock which I have not seen until now!!! The pig did not sell. I bought it in the market and went back, but on another road... and that road I have never gone after!

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Dear visitors, throwing a large number of UGs into the Abyss! Thank you very much!

Every time I read quotes about who, where and how badly, I am overwhelmed by the awareness of how well I live. Judge for yourself: travel in transport costs us not 35 rubles, but 10-12; in our dining rooms you can eat from the pulp for 60-80 rubles (first + second + third), and not for 200+; in the universe I studied on the budget and did not know problems such as extortionists or tails; no bribery in GAI I did not pay, but after a month of study in the auto school I passed both theory and practice from the first time; I never had a relationship with girls that would use me; the list can continue.

Honestly, before reading all your outbreaks, I didn’t realize how happy I was. I sincerely hope we are so many. Therefore, people who have something wrong - I sincerely wish you everything to be just wonderful! Come to Irkutsk, we’re all fine. Inet, of course, is expensive (1000+ per month for megabit unlimited), real estate is inexpensive and expensive as everywhere, but in the rest - just great.

P.S. A man with dollars! And I wish you that it all starts to go wrong, but until then, please do not come.

P. P. S. Please raise it up to the best, maybe someone’s heart will be a little warmer. and ;)

A familiar yoghurt had to run through the "grassland" to a package with juice. Usually worked the physical method: behind the frame stood a man and kicked the yoghurt in the butt of the dryer, directing it to the right direction.
But there was some wrong yoghurt. I called a veterinarian at the zoo. He recommended smashing a pack of juice with cheese with mold. Yojig swung from half-turn, talentedly ran through the frame, wrapped the package and began to love him. We had to sleep again because the whole group just fell to the floor. and 😉

and Ellie:
About the harsh humor of defenders)))
Mick told me today.
He works in the defense industry, you remember?

So here. He is eating lunch today in the dining room with the head of the neighboring department. They sit, talk peacefully, do not touch anyone. In the middle of the conversation runs an employee of the staff department, whose daughter is studying at the institute and works half-time in their institution. And wearing on the boss:
by Alexander Timofeevich. Why did you scare my child? It has a 10-year development plan for the company. Why did you tell her that in three years the Third World War would begin?! to