I sometimes dream at night as I joke, from the stage, in the company, everywhere. Then I wake up from my laughter. I think I should remember a joke, I will tell you in the afternoon. I wake up in the morning and remember nothing... and the grey kids don’t understand why I laugh at night.



I don’t know why you sleep with your kids.

On the one hand, a lonely person and complain to no one. On the other hand, not for whom.

Due to circumstances you can guess yourself, there was no internet access for several days. Therefore, it was not possible to send it to Space Day. So do not search.

After Gagarin's flight into space through the dioceses, a circular was passed for all priests: on the Sunday sermon it is necessary to say that the Soviet man Yuri Gagarin flew into space. He did not see God there. Archbishop of Alma-Atenas and Kazakhstan Joseph Chernov said: “The first Soviet man, Yuri Gagarin, visited space. He did not see God there. But God saw him and blessed him.

I recently went to a free hospital. The hammered doctor caught, prescribed a couple of medicines for the barrel and let go.
He decided to go to a paid hospital... He came to him. A polite, good-hearted, imposing man. I wrote, really, the same thing.

I went to a woman’s gynecological clinic. He looks into one of the offices.

There are two men in white coats, talking about something. Such strong men.

Hi to you!

Hi, hi to you!

I don’t feel an orgasm at all.

What do you say! Well, let’s try it out. The men tried. Trying

Yes, it does not come out. Try it too, it doesn’t work. Try Edak - nowhere

not suitable.

Yes, says one of them. You must appear to the doctor.

And you are who?! to

We are Malaria.

Xxx is w. Who was I in the store before? A boy, a boy, a young man. And now what? I stand in a line, a woman with her daughter approaches and says to her, "You are still following a man, and I will quickly run away and come back..." And I turn around, and there is no man behind me. That is strange!



Yyy: Grandfather, it’s a compliment to you.

I have a good friend who lives in Germany. I trust her, so I am sure it was so. Beyond her face.

I stand in a row to Tafel (the place where products are handed out for a symbolic fee to socially protected groups). It is necessary to say that the line has become significantly more recently due to the influx of Ukrainian refugees. I have no complaints, only sympathy. They speak Russian to each other, discuss domestic affairs, and have never heard of Russian German claims. Ordinary people, like everywhere.

Well, in fact - one another says - called yesterday to the neighbor, says that the Russian soldiers came, they wasted everything - your salts were taken from the basement, the irrigation system and the bicycle.

The second one asks her, is there any nonsense, Naphika? And the first - here and I think it's the fucking neighbor to his relatives or to the market dismissal. I am back, I am gone.

The Conclusion.

Marriage there is, but, as you know, the neighbor’s good is the most desirable. War will write it all.

The uncles are adequate. I wish them to come home as soon as possible and get it done.