17.07: Opened the sockets in the apartment, for the purpose of searching for scammers from the special services. I found some caps on the wires. From the wires #$zero current. I put the caps in place... Probably not the bugs...
Michael O'Sullivan has been friends with his 85-year-old neighbor Matt for over 30 years, and has been his guardian for some time.
An elderly man decided to leave his house after his death to a friend, but according to Irish law, in this case the new owner would be forced to pay about half of the cost of the house in the form of taxes.
Then the men decided they would marry. In this case, the law allows not to pay taxes.
Both men emphasize that they are not gay and do so for financial reasons.
You are an Irish ass! In other words, two fake Irish ass!
Hunger, not hunger – you’re gonna die anyway.
Do not live, do not live, you will die anyway.
Gods are good, lice do not jump from head to head! To catch lice, you need to chest off with one chest, or sleep on the same pillow, or put on someone else's hat. I don't know, now, probably, it's not so accepted, but in my Soviet childhood, my mother strictly forbade me to give anyone my haircut or take someone else's (family doesn't count, it's all in common).
No no no no no no no! My mother brought such a lice from public transportation and gave it to me. They got out quite easily, but the hysteria of the entire long-haired family was noble. I don't know if she threw her head off on the bus seat or something like that was sitting next to me, but in the same bed with my mother I definitely don't sleep and we're different, not even accidentally confused.
You are not working, you are pretending to be working.
The fish looks out of the head!
Oh people, do you ever want to smell something, bow down and suddenly get your nose straight into it?
What, did you decide to start the morning with the coon?
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I saw in his shampoo, it was written, said, black radish, and drawn a natural such beetle, with roots, leaves, all things. And the devil came over me to check whether it would smell like flowers or reds.
I would wash my nose and that.
I washed, but now the smell of this nuclear shit is wondering everywhere.
Zzz: No tommy, it smells redhead or not?
Oh, how do I know what it smells like, I have never seen this redhead in my eyes, and I have definitely not smelled it :(
The Bitcoin:
> In fact, a group of people counted a bunch of numbers on the compass. And hide us this.
> is it a shit? But that doesn’t bother anyone anymore.
All of the "great startups of modern times" are bypasses of some lobby. Uber found a hole in the 1920 legislation and allowed individuals to tax without paying $900K for a joke. These same glorious boys (Bitcoin + Etherium) are trying to polish a virtually independent international exchange (not that without regulators, and trading not in USD, but also anonymous). It’s not as naive as you think.