xxx: I saw my first porn at the age of five, in a family circle, when my uncle pulled a video magnet. Everyone sat down at the festive table, all were poured vodka, I was poured lemonade, and my mother solemnly contributed the video cassette "Ktozdez in the garden". They turned on, and two huge huts in the entire screen began to destroy the mouth of the poor lady. Of course, the cultural beautiful half had a heart attack of all organs, and the father urgently withdrew from smoking, loudly knocking the eye.

Yyy: Is it like a loud blink of eye?

Zzz: Do you know Goatse?

At the time of the publicity “Fiskars X25 Tractor Test” the story was told by one Fiskars manager.



Brings a man one to change the tail under guarantee: split the head of the tail in half.

Listen to me, man! We will change your tail, but only you can tell how you broke it?

Gentlemen, I honestly don’t know. The kids played for 20 minutes.

Divorcing islands will not improve the demographic situation.

Yesterday I went to work in one of the medical centers, I had to take the results of the tests of my bat. I was in a hurry, I thought I’t have time. I was in a hurry and arrived almost half an hour earlier than scheduled. “I think it’s a lie – sit now for half an hour in grief and sadness!”

But who could know? I sat for half an hour, of course, but I did not experience grief and sadness - I didn't have time to just shake and shake.

In general, I tell you: I sat in a chair in front of one of the cabinets. On the door table “Feofanov V.A. The Child Psychologist.” Around me, on a chair, a woman sits with a baby jacket in her hands. The door to the office is slightly opened. I looked: at the table the child psychologist Feofanov, opposite a boy of five years. The boy is sensible - answers questions thoughtfully, without rushing. I think I got almost at the beginning of the conversation:

Who did you want to be in your childhood morning?

I wanted to be an ally.

Will we invite? The rich? A Russian hero? It is great!

and no. not great. I was given another role.

So who were you?

The Zucca!

So... what kind of bitch?

and good. A good bitch.

Pause... That’s great! So what about Alyssa Popovich, after all? Well, the richter and the richter... And the frog is... it’s a frog! The child psychologist Feofanov thinks. The child psychologist Theofanov mentally goes on a search for more convincing than “uhuhh”, the advantages of insects over customary heroes. Looking for twenty seconds and not finding it, he continues:

And what did you have to do?

I had to run around Aloshi Popovich and chew.

Did you run? A whisper?

and no. One run and then no.

Why is? What did you do?

He was calling.

My mom and I are starting to roast. We try to whisper quietly, so as not to hurt the child’s mental structure, well, and, of course, so that the child psychologist Theofanov does not hear us and does not cover the door.

So you beat him?

He beat. I hit him in the helmet. Where is the face. He tried to pull out my hand, but it wasn’t my hand. And while he didn’t twist my hand, I beat him!

Mitina's mother, through tears, whispered: "He was given a beetle suit with additional porlon-like legs! I will die from Seychelles!”

And the horse!

What a horse?

The horse also beat.

What kind of horse, Mitchell?

Alyssa calls the horse.

A horse for what?

He is his friend!

Who is?? to

and arsenic! The horse of Aloshi Popovich - Arsen!

Mitina's mother crashes from her chair at the end of the hallway, clinging to her mouth the sleeve of Mitina's jacket, so as not to get stuck in her voice. I try to hide my head in the bag for the same purpose.

and yes. Wait... Arsenic? The horse of Aloshi Popovich was named Arsen?? to

The horse of Aloshi Popovic is called a horse! - Boy Mitya obviously begins to get annoyed - but in the horse was the friend of Alosha Popovich - Arsene! The dumb horse was Arsene, you know! And I beat him! It was where the horse was!

You can’t say that, Mitch. Wait a moment and calm down. I drink water.

The child psychologist Theofanov leaves the office, presses his back to the wall and enters in silent convulsions. “Sorry, please, Galochka!” he whispered to Mitina’s mother, trying to wipe away the tears without taking off the glasses. “Nothing, nothing,” Mitina’s mother whispers, stretching him the last single-use towel.

The door of the neighborhood office opens:

Hello to you! Have you waited? Did you cry?

I was crying! I honestly answer.

Russia is a country of untouched thieves and eternal happiness.