Well yes yes yes. When the victim of a girlfriended boy, who had never been in a relationship with him and was not going to be, meets a normal guy and meets him, and the girlfriends hit it (or even better, she was initially with the guy, but the girlfriend was waiting for sexual gratitude for the fact that her boyfriend or husband helped to pull the couch, and was upset by the inconsistency of fantasies with reality) - this is a girlfriend. But when the guy, who was not just rotating the romance, but already lived with a girl, but after a quarrel instantly got along with another (maybe, even before the quarrel prepared a "reserve"), and the girl is upset by this - it's what she generally hoped, she's no one for him!

Situation: My girlfriend and I are Russian citizens, but we are both currently in Germany and we want to shape our relationship. It would seem, you collect documents, go to the nearest consulate - profit. But it’s not all that easy when a Russian official enters the game.

In fact, below is a reference to the telephone conversation with the "servant of the people" from the consulate in Leipzig.

Hello, we would like to sign up with you. What is needed for this?

Q: I don’t think you will succeed.

We are: Why? O_O

We don’t have Las Vegas!

We: Em...But it’s a normal service for the consulate. You even have a section of ZAGS on the site.

You don’t hold me here! Government officials don’t talk like that.

He dropped the phone.

A country that designates losers, fools, fools and prostitutes as its national heroes guarantees itself the same future.

One day a funny incident happened. Before the earthwork, the workers expelled all who stood in the courtyard (for the Aborigines, the announcement was suspended in advance). One stood on the strain, not allowing anyone new. And here comes such a dumb chicken on a rough car. He sends a worker’s nail, like where I want, there and I put it. It’s not your business, you’re off the road. After a while, with full bags of all the shit comes back from shopping. And he sees a huge tranche for repairing either the water pipeline or the sewerage across the arc. There is only one way out of the yard. I asked, shit, it was a pleasant spectacle.
c) Radio engineer

What do you need to sing Baskov and Kobzon at your wedding?
You need 2 million dollars!
It is secondary. First of all, you have to have a bad taste.

>Astrid - cartoon heroine "How to Train a Dragon"... in love with a local boy

As for the shit, I disagree. Icking is not sitting on his ass, he is not complaining that I have such a broken inner world, why does Astrid not give me, does not build air castles on this occasion. He sets goals and achieves them. First to shut down the night furia, then to train. He shows initiative, he is not afraid to defend his point of view, even when against him absolutely everything, he is not afraid to take risks (Behinders could easily kill him at any stage of training). And as for Astrid, he first broke the pattern, showing her the skilled Dentless (it was a dragon, whom no one could catch or kill; Icking could not see him). Then he arranged her with a dragon, giving her unprecedented feelings and thus provoking sympathy. And then he saved his life in the battle, after which this battle won. Her choice is understandable. So Iqing, of course, can’t be called an alpha – not that physical force, but he’s not a shit.

From a talk about a famous gay:

I don’t care who he sleeps with, who he lives with.
I am just upset by his stupid manners.
Gay is the body of a man in which a woman is locked.
Is this a woman’s breakthrough, or are you and women annoyed?
There is no woman there at all, look, zzz - a woman
He also talks like a glamorous cock, disgusting to watch.
XHH: She, by the way, is also unconventional, they have this common apparently.
It turns out that she has a woman’s body.
There is a male body in which a woman is locked.
Let’s go on, the matriarchs!! to

The Courtyard Collection

From Moscow to the outskirts.
From the mountains to the northern seas
Man walks like a master.
Pay 50 rubles per day.

XXX: This girl sent me...
XXX: "I have a tooth-shaped fist what, already 2 jeans rotting ahead"
XXX: I would rise to the voice
XXX: Of course she writes about her cat, but fucking I read about another cat.

I, with 18 modest centimeters, when I sit on the fancy throne, think about the eternal, terribly irritating when the member touches the cold toilet, and how do you and the members sit like that?

Toilets for children and infantiles. Real adults with long members are empty in the field, rubbed with a scarf, and yes - no cartoons!

The problem is not in the person of the pharmacist, but in the stupidity of the aunt, who allegedly feeds the cat with human contraceptives.
And nobody came to mind that animals have a slightly different physiology, and the human dose of hormones for a cat is slightly great.

Mom had to hang the TV on the wall, and then she enters the entrance and sees that someone has a repair on the first floor. Well, she pulled out some Chebureque there, asked to hang him and promised to pay.

A young, non-Russian, but very stylish dressed guy arrives. It does not smell and socks without holes. “It’s his weekend,” I guessed.

Well, Mom chases him around the rooms, asking for help in deciding where to hang. have determined.

Mom shoes to go to work, says loudly to me - you give him a thousand, and enough of him. And from the threshold asks to maintain the conversation - "Are you from Tajikistan or Uzbekistan?"

He raises his eyes on her and, emphasizing his purest Russian, replies, "I'm your new neighbor, I'm doing repairs."

Mom immediately knocked on the door, and I stayed down to thank the neighbor.

It was a sixth or seventh class, music lesson. The teacher gave us the task to bring the next time the text and, if possible, the recording of a favorite song. I do not remember what was the purpose of this action, but separately she stressed that no one will be defamed and the assessments will all get good, because the tastes are not disputed.

The girls brought mostly pop and songs from the playoffs of the series, the guys - who is a cowboy, who is the same pop, who is rap, who is rock. Everyone read the text of the song brought and whoever was able to find put a record. At the end of the lesson, the teacher announced that she expected the best from us, and we are all lighthearted (degenerated) children, listening (every bit) stupid songs about love and in general, who of us will grow up if we have been like this from childhood? The girl who brought the song to Tokio Hotel was declared a satanist (she also showed a poster with the band). The only one got two, the other three. The fifth was given to the guy who brought the song of Tsoy, because he is good and he listens to “right music.”



We were 12-13 years old. We learned that about tastes not only argue, but also punish for “wrong tastes.”

Nvidia fan from Saransk killed an AMD fan during a dispute about which company produces the best graphics processors

We need to ban video cards!

Check your brains for developmental delay, as well as orientation, once you watch Frozen.

Look at two bab norms, there are not 22 men.