Love is when she lies on her shoulder, and it has run away, but you still sit not moving, so that she is comfortable.

My mother burned. Talking to someone on the phone:

What are you working? (It is surprising)
Are you really working? (Very very surprised)
At work?? (with a loud voice) O_O

xxx(12:02:52 31/12/2009): Let’s go to the CC?
ууу(12:03:37 31/12/2009): what a nasty x, I have an hour later performance in the new year show, I am there Santa Claus, and the words of nichren do not know...
ууу(12:04:03 31/12/2009):be good))only 5 min
...
xxx(13:22:54 31/12/2009):classically broken down)
ууу(13:23:14 31/12/2009): ah,I am sitting down in a blow.
thx(13:23:39 31/12/2009):grandfather mocking))
WO(13:24:02 31/12/2009):Your Mother!!!!!! The show!! to

Finally began to dream normal dreams - with a scrolling strip. Boring places can be scrambled, interesting - re-examined.

xxx (19:13:26 31/12/2009)
Here my beloved gave me a singing tiger.
xxx (19:13:34 31/12/2009)
He sings what he is.
xxx (19:13:40 31/12/2009)
At the end of the song
xxx (19:14:15 31/12/2009)
" once Poland, two Poland...."
xxx (19:14:26 31/12/2009)
Now I am thinking about the meaning of the gift.
xxx (19:14:31 31/12/2009)
Shred the tail*

With New Year! I wish you fulfillment of your most important wish!

According to British scientists, giving children to try alcohol, at least, is wrong.

The New Year
I sit with a friend near the house. The window opens on the 6th floor - "You are bumping here, bumping, blowing up, and some among other things to work tomorrow!!!!" The window closes...... opens
"Glory to God not to me"

Well, here "held a girl computer"....now she makes me shower to shave but she is cooking and loves me))) thank you Santa and BOR! Madzadrot

I understand, British scientists have a rule like a death notebook, if within 10 days they do not open anything, they will die.

You know, I feel like you married my daughter just to tell all the other lovers that you are married!

This is what loch means... He went to sort back in 2009, and came out in 2010... You can say, a new year has gone by...

This is what I want to do "Dear Santa Claus! I’m not asking for money, plush tigers and happiness. Please give me a license to shoot the dolphins. Please forgive me, I no longer have the strength!and "

Anyone who sees the difference between a school and a student please add +

What would your wife want for the new year?
The Norwegian Shirt.
And you?
As usual, a shave foam.

by TOLIK...

Remember the joke: I asked him to go to the pharmacy and buy something for tea. So he, the fool, bought a hematogen... So tea and drink"?

Voronezh, "Famous Pharmacy", stand with the name "Contraceptive Means". What would you think? There is a hematogen =))

I bought myself for an open New Year's dress a silicone leaflet (well which is just sticky on the breasts and without sluts). and hidden. I come home, and my husband is sitting in front of the compot for another toy... He disconnected the cups and glued on his shoulders...
In general, I am met with a happy scream: "Chenani, how I pumped!!!" and.ppc

From the Women’s Forum:
Girls, but only to me, my husband will shoot from behind, put his younger on his shoulder, and shout with a bad voice: Piastras, piastras?

A good bribe makes even a prosecutor a lawyer.

Yesterday evening at the Pushkin station of the Moscow Railway, near the stand with the schedules of the electric trains observed, as a shaved guy of the bull-like (dubble-morda-red-breast-narapashka) in despair pin the metal grid of the fence and hysterically oral on the festive dressed lady with a bunch of airballs in one hand, and a child of five years in the other.

So what now??? I don’t even know which hernia should have been drawn.
From Moscow into this shit hole!! to

Celebrately rushing citizens looked around and circled them by the bow. The snow fell quietly and everything around shone with pre-New Year's lights. The lady smiled confusedly and guiltyly persuaded the disappeared satellite not for a joke "Vlady, Volodechka! Who knew she would be in the hospital for the new year?” It seemed that Volodya was holding out of his last strength, so as not to start moving out the anger instead of the barracks on the lady.

Probably it would have happened, but here the meaningless pinching of railway property and the screams attracted the attention of two passing by, festive dressed (red caps with flashing electric lights around) Pushkin hopners. The hoppies joyfully stopped, watched a little, then said, "With the coming!", and began to play fun.
Volodya, occasionally addressing him with a rhetorical request to explain what he meant by the words "this dirty hole."

In the spark of patriotic enthusiasm, the hoppies did not notice how two employees of the line department of the militia with ice cream watched them with pleasure. The mints hastily roasted the ice cream, carefully threw the papers into the urn, approached the inhabitants and guests of the city, and began bidding and knowing the affairs. Directly in the blinking of the bulbs on their red electric headsets. (Maybe the lights were flashing in the tact of the pins. I will not tell you here)

The snow fell and people walked by. Until this ugliness did not pay attention to the old-old little grandmother in a plush jacket passing by, with a cat through her shoulder and a sucked stick under her foreheads. Grandma put the cat on the snow, approached the police from behind, and with the words
“Hey, are you making heros?”“She wrapped them both a couple of times along her back with her soaked sleeve.

And immediately it ended. Snooping and looking around, they hurried away in their official affairs. The stumblers disappeared. She disappeared, picking up the cat, grandmother. And only in the corner, like the head of a big dwarf, flashed the burning cap, and at the stand with a timetable, a slightly bored Volodya blinked his nose. The cheerful wife joyfully scratched the footprints of the shoes of the Pushkin patriots from his box and gently condemned him.
“Well, right now... we’re going home now, we’re going to dinner... I’m going to you...” And then something whispering, unclearly intimate.

But my attention was not really attracted by this everyday course of things. And I attracted my attention to this five-year-old citizen, who was held by a lady’s hand. During all the time of the events described, he not only did not be interested in what was happening, but he never even turned his head in that direction. He stood and looked with a blessed smile from under my mom’s hand to the festively decorated large tree on the train station square, sleeping citizens, and the drunken Santa Claus with the already crisp Snowball, who with a group of vacant walkers drove around the tree tree and sang “In the woods a tree was born.” And he also looked curiously at the large bright box in my forearm.

Meanwhile, the adults finally reconciled, kissed, and the three took their hands and went to the third platform. And the five-year-old citizen was walking in the middle until the very transition with the head backwards. I blinked at the end, he responded with a wide smile and showed his tongue. Probably because his hands were busy, and he had not yet learned to blink. It feels like he didn’t like anything at all.

This is somehow. Happy New Year to you, dear ones. And if suddenly any family mess, or just feelings stumbled, we ask for mercy. Just come here.