The last sleep scene before waking up was a clinic, where the grandmothers shared their impressions of the government’s innovation: everyone who connects a certain amount of things for humanitarian aid to the clinic is driven by a free taxi.

The deadlines are burning, and the promises are already made, I go to the office on Saturday. On the way, I wanted to eat, went to Caravaggio, no free table, took food with me. In the office in our corner is a pleasant half-dark, because there are no windows. No coffee, it ended the day before. I ate, wanted to sleep, decided to realize the dream in open space to fall on the pubs...in general I woke up after an hour and a half, because I dreamed that in the office I was, the work is burning, on the weekend I will have to come :)

xxx: give the pitbull in good hands - kind, affectionate, loving grandmothers

One grandmother for a week.

I met Max. He served in the Marines. Is it not dangerous to health?? to
Ask your husband, the Red Rider.

I don’t sleep so much that I don’t have bags under my eyes, but eyes over my bags.

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How fun to learn a rare foreign language, such as Swedish. <...> But none of them know that you’re reading jokes about a pear or a jay fanfic.
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Swedish in Swedish? Give it, give it two.

Remember: relatives, friends, acquaintances and colleagues lie to you unconsciously! To the question "What’s in my head?" they always answer "Normally everything is in your head". And only completely strangers, strangers on the street will honestly say "Pit..c, guy, you have big problems with your head".

The mother-in-law told how at the entrance to the forest she met two men in expensive costumes and with new identical enamelled cages in their hands. The pattern that began to crack was broken by the question: - And where are the mushrooms gathered here?