XXX: I am in the same situation. As a child, I feel guilty. The day before, and the day is not very well. How to get the ejaculant back in place?

YYY: It is very simple. Swallow the sperm.

No, I won’t buy this advice again.

From retirees on a thread, to Rotenberg on a yacht.

There is such a guy...
Everyone from small to large calls him Glory. For fifteen years, he worked as a bus driver on the route from our village to the city. On the way of the bus, four villages, the glory is known to all. Glory to the broad soul of man. Over the years, he has fulfilled hundreds of requests: to deliver a package to a student in the city, to track the child if he goes to visit his grandmother alone, to pay a loan in the city, to buy medicine, etc. He is fun and companion. and modest.

We met with Glory many years ago. At that time, Sania and I (my husband, disabled in the first group) did not have a car and we just came from the hospital. It was necessary to continue treatment, and for this it was necessary to go to the city several times a week. With the money then was tight, renting a taxi was unreally expensive. Sanya virtually didn’t walk, could not get to the bus stop (and that’s about a kilometer). Glory took us near the house, and in the city, pulling out passengers made a hook to take us to the hospital and helped bring Sanya to the department. and. I did not take money for it. By twelve we were released, he took us and went on a daily flight back to the village. I think if the owner of the bus knew about it, he would have had trouble. Today I went for spare parts to the city (our car started to break frequently) on the bus with Slavia. We talked, I reminded him how he was driving us with Sania, and he didn’t remember. This was another good thing for him. It just helped and forgot. I respect such people, thank you!

“Dad, I’m an adult self-employed woman, I can buy potatoes.
Grab it, do not get distracted.

Xxx: I got rid of these creatures in the rental apartment as follows: I bought the cheapest powder-remedy for bugs, diluted not according to the instructions, and made a nuclear mixture. I processed all the furniture, all the tiles, all the cracks in the walls, all the things. Apart from mattresses, pillows, and other fabric. They do not live there. Closed the ventilation, closed all the windows. He made a design of the wire so that the dichlofos would throw as a smoke pipe. He threw two smoke diclophosks. Closed the door with Scotch. Two days later, he returned, ventilated, gathered all the dead messy things in a sink, did a wet cleaning. I lived there for two years and did not see any more.

Yyy: Guy, you are my hero. After your comment, you feel like a good fighter has watched. Maybe the imagination is good :D Rambo: The Last Clown.

I have a familiar couple in the states, Jews who immigrated 30 years ago. And they retained such a subtle colorful sense of humor, which makes, in addition to laughing from the heart, also gain some wisdom of something.



They told me a story:

On a wonderful Saturday, when you want to fall for longer in bed, at 7 a.m. the phone rings. A friend (Z) takes off the phone, and there some seller of some shit sloth begins to pair a learned speech. A friend listened to the speech and said, “Can you tell me your home number?”

The Seller: Why?

I’ll call you next Saturday at 4 a.m. and we’ll discuss everything you want.

Seller: I understand you, the testimony.