One acquaintance came and pointed his finger down the ceiling of the luster. under the ceiling. I went there, scuttle.

I would put such a competent after that in any of his visits a snack only in unwashed dishes. For the sake of hospitality: well, why the guest to strain and stretch?

My girlfriend was scared just before a heart attack. I brought as a gift from the trip two cute figures of cats, I put them at home on the table next to the monitor. That evening I sat down late, it was already dark when I went to bed.
I turn off the light – and in the total darkness, the light of bright green eyes rests on me.
Then I realized that the figures were phosphorescent, but had time to get upset.

The new year is approaching and I would like to get it as a gift.

Q: Lovely, look, Facebook offers me to buy those eyebrows again, remember I showed? They are so beautiful!

M: * Half-hour lecture on tracking search queries and installing a blocking tracking plugin*

So I imagine: brought a mammoth into a cave - and immediately under the primitive crane washed his hands with primitive soap and wiped it with a primitive towel.

You have forgotten to wash under the mammoth crane.

You are sad, you are small children. What you put in is worth it. What is laid is lying. What was thrown is thrown, what was thrown is thrown, say goodbye. There was a discussion here, philologists-theorists.
Man is dead, but he has not been put down.
Sad: You did not bring drunk friends home.

An employee of Sissi works in Vivaria. She does not speak English, so there is a letter about the beast being born in Finnish. And apparently using jargonisms or just sometimes making mistakes. In general, her letters are not fully translated by Google Translate, and the meaning is not always captured. But the most delicious thing is that her name, which she signs every letter, is translated by Google Translate as “partisan.” Thus e. The mailbox regularly receives messages of misty content from the partisans. It develops paranoia.

I don’t sing with cats anymore.

These animals subtly feel art, real. When I sang with my cat, she shrugged, stumbled onto the wool and desperately rushed to beat me with a haru. This is the criticism, I believe.

Small, unknown gender:
>>>Are you so hungry that you eat a baton of bread and drink a bag of milk in a day? I have a baton of bread lying in the refrigerator for two weeks (the right one needs to be taken), and milk is worth six months.>>>

You won’t believe, but everyone has different appetite, diet and energy needs. A pack of milk, for example, is enough for two or three days. Who drinks during the day? Not because he is eating, just in his diet may be more milk, and in yours - something else. Someone can not tolerate ultra-packed milk, which stands for weeks without a refrigerator, and someone, on the contrary, hates pasteurized, fast-roasting. Can you buy based on your real needs? And calling everyone who eats more than a piece of bread and a slice of biscuits a day with a snack is a bad thing.