Can you change the lamp?
YYY: Yes at all. right now?
XXX: No, it doesn’t have to burn. In fact, this is the problem...

#Hello, I am Dr. Liiyivsi"

>>>" #columbnivchemnevinovat " - Man, you look like you are from the eighties? Who else knew about Columbus?

We are many here!

In my miserable childhood there was a single-legged boy - he played on a railroad.
WOW: In my barefoot childhood, four people were crushed by the crumbling soil: they dug the headquarters in a river slope. One was killed from the second floor of the building. One killed about the wall by a wind blowing the "tarzanka" (this was also at construction). One accidentally hanged on his belt while playing with his sister in the circus. One of them broke the skull with iron sticks (survived). One fell on a beaten glass (37 seams, luckily on the back). Who is more?

When you understand that the phrase "in the 80s" is almost 40 years ago, you realize your old age (((

In the beginning was the Lord God, and there was no more Nihua.
He was bored.
And he created quarks, gravity, strong and weak interactions, electromagnetic waves, disassembled, assembled together, and saw that it was good.

And it went to work, earn, complicate and expand. Somewhere the stars burned, somewhere the organic formed, somewhere the vitality ran away.
The most intelligent vivacity has guessed that it is not just that someone created it all - and let us pray and ask: Lord, do us good!

How to do? You enter all these relationships that have been established, change at least something - here everything will be filled up! Do not prevent the car from working.

So it has been since: they are all praying and praying to him, but he sits and does nothing, because he cannot, though he is all-powerful.

Why were children and adults older? Yes, because there were no pulmonary puppets) wearing bodybuilders and heavily weighing puppets - and as training for the special forces in armor vests))))

The tape once wrote about a fun communist, a citizen of the People's Republic of China, who seduced boys and young guys to himself, and then passed them through an independently assembled unit with his own skillful hands. Through a giant meat machine.
It is!!!! to
Kisha has two such albums and a musical.

I would like to clarify

I don’t like these condoms, contraceptives, etc. I prefer warm sex.

<correction of the penny on the nose>: - Sorry, but is there a lamp gonorrhea?

In short, write down what you did in the first quarter.
Students: Nothing

And I have always wondered why God needs prophets, well, God is all-powerful, he can arise in the form of a voice in everyone at once, or in the flesh in all places of the world, where there are people, and there to preach, without intermediaries and do not need any complicated multitude with the crucified Jesus?
It’s easier and people will believe it faster.

The child is 10 years old, fits the barrel, at 21.30:
I was given such a difficult task...
I am: Mathematics? So, we will decide now.
No, Mom, it is very difficult.
The English, right? Let’s find out now.
It has nothing to do with lessons.
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I need to make a fruit salad and take a picture.
I open my mouth with enthusiasm.
“No, Mom, I can’t download the photo from the internet, the teacher said we should keep the plates with the salad in our hands.

24 hours a day for fruits.

WOW: In my barefoot childhood, four were crushed by the ground that collapsed.
Who is more?

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In my childhood, a 2-year-old girl played with her 4-year-old brother in the garden after a heavy rain without the supervision of adults. While the brother was playing somewhere in the other corner, the girl fell into a deep pit. When it was enough, it was too late.
A 5-year-old boy escaped alone to play in a pond. Sitting on a table made by the older boys. I wanted to ride. Swimming far away. I tried to go back to the shore on my own. He did not call the adults, he was afraid they would be punished. He could not swim. He apparently fell into the water.
Not my childhood - the 12-year-old daughter of a classmate went swimming, drowned. The children played on the pitch. There are no adults. They hit a 4-year-old girl with iron sticks.
I am alone. In an abandoned church. I unnoticed everybody. I wanted to go up the wooden staircase. I went already decently, but suddenly I crumbled on a rotten ladder, thanks to the chain on the second flight, I managed, specifically rejoicing, to cling to the winding boards and pull up. Below was a stone. None of the children had been around for a long time, they all just left.
The house was robbed for broken things. No one dared to ask what really happened. Such cases are more than decent.

Halva and Halva
#Style of Student

Read the fairy tale "How the soldiers cooked cabbage from a tail"
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In the 1980s, experienced students cooked soup.
for the initial capital required 1 (one) ingredient - potatoes, bulbs, carrots...
The hungry student went into the room to the girls, holding vegetables in his hands, and with the eyes of the "cottaisshrek" spoke a pre-prepared splash on the topic of "we ourselves are not locals, we want to cook soup, everything is literally eaten, but there is not enough salt / potatoes / carrots / crops... " and further on the list.
passing to the end of the corridor of 30 rooms - everything needed for soup was picked up without problems)

On the river with children from 4 years old. At the age of six, I learned to swim. Shalt on the swamps and lakes, rivers with shit. They were followed by "Olders" who are 8-10 years old.

I remember it was great too. Truthfully, I splashed into the lake at four (I couldn’t swim) and the older woman caught me by the foot, pulled out. And I’t have time... I couldn’t write here.

What is not the national idea - once every 100 years to take away from the rich land and factories?

A story that I was not a witness to, but it was told so long and so detailed in the faces of my fellow servants that I was ready to eat, issued by the caring Motherland, shorts and shoot myself with a postcard stamp. Because that day, being in the dress, I had to leave for a few hours to the nearest town to our part. We had our own mail, but the blind belief in the "friendship of peoples" forced our deputy to write out the local press.

We then served in a warm and humid climate, and the local population in conversation constantly sought to switch from Spanish to Portuguese and back.

In one of those glorious days, when the whole part was built on the plateau, in anticipation of the divorce, the army "uazik" entered the plateau without rushing, with the tent removed. In this untouched jeep of the Soviet army, our deputy was sitting in the back, surrounded by beautiful boobies in panamas and necklaces, covering their faces, leaving in sight only the coal-colored eyes. For the fullness of the image of the barmalayes lacked only a beautiful striped maïka. And they had swords and one of them they obviously tried to demonstratively shave the intendant on the go. Major sweated heavily, but tried to move in the tact of improvised shaving, otherwise he risked being sent to his homeland in pieces.

The brave Latin guy gestures explained that his name was Juan and demanded five boxes of "callaches" for the release of the officer. He was able to trade, and this was clearly not the first such deal in his life. In the Soviet army, everything is happening around the plateau. To the plate also adjoined the construction of the sanctuary. The bell of the glass sounded and, flying out together with the window, the frame revealed the interior of the medical unit. Rising tremendously in the midst of what a second ago was the window of the shipyard, the captain of the medical service and the wife of the officer who had fallen into the clutter stood together. “Let Lenu go, Pidorasses,” she cried, frightening her gentle baritone to the herds of birds for a couple of kilometers in the district.

Considering that an officer and a big woman in a white coat are more than just an officer, the two martyrs rushed to the sandstone and jumped to the doorstep and found themselves inside. First, they wrapped a glass closet and, seeing the packages with ampoules, began to fold them into their bottomless pockets. Then they covered the wife of the rear, but due to her infinite dimensions, it was possible to cover her for a long time.

An incomprehensible picture formed in the head of Venika, a soldier of service, sitting behind the screen waiting for an unpleasant cleansing procedure. Venice had a shutdown. In a country where thousands of people die from diarrhea every month, Vienna couldn’t be ashamed. It is worth explaining separately that Vienna was a very specific little man, whose relatives, upon reaching the age of 18, entered the army, considering it a good use of Vienna as an army turniket, on the thin end of the assault barrel or even just bombs. Rodna didn’t love Venyamin very much, we didn’t love him too much, the whole part didn’t love Venika. And how can you love a soldier who confuses a bag with sugar and salt while dressing in the kitchen, how can you love a breaking valve along with a pipeline while brushing your teeth? The noise in the sandstone he perceived very ambiguously - he stood up. Have you ever seen a white cloth covering the body inflated by a pleasant breeze from the missing window? Latinos, too, probably never saw the Canterville ghost before. Something screaming, they tried to get the white ghost out. Per it would be the best way for them to dive into the Venyamin Machete, but they foolishly missed that opportunity. Wenyamin, thinking only of one of the categories led by him, to the full horror of the guests and the military doctor, began the movement in a quiet manner, being dressed in a shirt. The military doctor knew what Vienna was and cautiously tried to hide behind the barmalayas. Figo has succeeded.

Grouchocha and splitting in two, the upper part of the wooden frame of the shell buried under it a military doctor and one of the Aborigines. Another, seeing the glorious death of his comrade, tried to escape. But the cracked rope freed Vienna and, breaking through the diaper of the cloth, he hastened to the exit. As he then tried to explain: in search of the toilet, because an unusual situation led his body to a sense of intimacy of complete relaxation. Between the toilet and the exit was a lot of latinos. It was in this order that they collapsed from the doorstep of the shed: the ladder, the bandit and the boots with the Venus sitting on the shoulders of this same bandit. There is such a very unpleasant thing - a "coloured" fracture, which is how latinosus was diagnosed. Seeing the unhealthy boiling, wazyk approached the doorway to pick up his shareholder. Instead of the bandit, Vienna jumped into the car. Surprised the driver gave on the gas and moved on one of his known path. Even more surprised was the bandit holding a knife at the hostage’s throat. Vienna grabbed the bandit with both hands, in an attempt to stay inside the "goat", during his strange trajectories of movement through the territory of the part. Travelling under a low branch of a tree, Vienna mysteriously disappeared from the goat vertically upward. Ironically, the fate, along with Vienna, hanged on a tree and barmalay. Probably, they were the only ones in the part of the lift and they found themselves on Venemian.

Wasik leaned into the fence and turned back. I don’t even know if it’s worth saying that he passed under Vienna. You will not invent it intentionally. Later, someone said: the lifts broke, Vienna himself claimed that he himself jumped. But the fact remains a fact: Vienna landed on the car's cap and finally demoralized the enemy by his appearance alone. The awakened security of the unit finally took up its duties and, turning all the invaders, transmitted them to the hauptwacht. Soon to them, in the neighboring chamber, joined and Vienna, in front of the eyes of the whole part, exfoliated under the tree. Stress is the best medicine for constipation.

Vienna, for her heroism, was awarded an honorary literature and wrote a letter of thanks to the Motherland. The answer did not wait long, the text of the telegram from the chairman of the council was extremely short and read: "Welcome. I hope the army remains.”

During the reign of the king, there was a church in our village. This was not the case with the counsel. But there was a school, a hospital, a club, a library. There is nothing of that. But there is a church and a cabbage.

At the first hour of the night, I went to the shower, leaving the working computer on.
The cat opened Skype and sent a message to my boss: "Zucca". It seemed to her little and she called him. The boss decided that if I’m calling at this time, it means that the matter is really "sugar" and accepted the call. Further, he said, the first thing he saw was a furry cat's ass, which was visible very clearly and in all the details. I was able to appreciate it, as I was then sent a screenshot for memory. Then the cat knocked his nose into the camera, wrote: "Fyff" and called the phone.

I am 50 years old. I remember the time when the sanatorium and the holiday home did not accept children up to 5 years old, and the baby in the airplane caused a surprise by the unstoppability of his parents.

All of course right. But with my mother and her sister, my grandmother sat for days. Me and my cousin were sent to our house for a couple of summer months. In addition, as soon as I became ill, one grandmother rushed to sit with me and the other pleased to take at least for a week, at least for a month.
My mother and I have a good relationship and she loves her grandchildren. But she works (I don't live in Russia, before my mother's retirement for 10 years, but you often work for retirement). Yes, and she’s simply not obliged to spend her life on my children (and at the time I thought it was).
The only way out is not to ride, not fly. I do, I wait for them to grow up. But the majority of mothers from such roofs go and this condition is as cool as it is, and for the household and for work is useless.

Who recommended the film "Three Idiots", Indian? Enthusiastically!!!!! to
Thank you very much, good man!