We had one jacket in the army. Typical of that, sloppy. A normal guy, but constantly extracted somewhere "grass" (served on the border with Kazakhstan) and apparently "chamanil" to an untouchable state. Which deserves the name of torch.

Yyy: Then, when we are going to rent an apartment, I will bring a cat to us :zzzzz

I don’t want any more cats.

YYY: But I love this PID%R =\
Who will eat from my plates at night, cross the door, and leave my hair on my clothes?

xxx: I can

Yesterday was beautiful.

WOW, give it up!

I climb on the escalator to Petrogradskaya, there is a lady (D) years so in the area of forty

xxx: such a fairly nephorical look - jeans-kedy, badminton, bandana, holds a city backpack in his hands. It can be seen directly that she is very tired, falls asleep on the go, and the backpack is heavy.

xxxh: And in the east it is practically carried away by some elderly unbarred hop (g) with swings in his hands, with the words "Yes@ your mother, go faster!"
He said, “Don’t touch my mother!”
(d) "Polzet here еле-ele, bl@t like this!"
(D), after a couple of seconds, looks after him, and then suddenly with such a commanding "mamkin" voice: "The width is stuck!.."

Yippidy : )

The man on the reflex brakes sharply, but! He wears a free jacket, his hands are busy. And while he performs the acrobatic ethud "Where is my whisper?", (D) he is ahead of him, throwing his backpack on his shoulder, with a smile: "...or the intestines will be cold!";
The Curtain

I am dead. :D I am dead.

XHHH: I think the thick trolling of the 90th Level) will take on arms

Yesterday, at an evening beer, my best friend told me a wonderful picture of the Russian elections. I quote literally:
"Here is a sorting on the village car station. A lot of hole in a row. The holes are all different - right, left, in the center, choose any one. But the bottom is still a common hole with the hive."

How do I know that the Aeroflot voice assistant was written by Russian programmers?
very simple. I call to find out the armor code. System: Tell me what you would like to know: a, be, we... I say: online booking. The system repeats. What would you like to know: a, be, you... and so on. At the fourth I explode and shout: Fuck!
Connect with the operator.

In the sentence “the end of the fox was fiercely burning” the word “fox” had to be confined to both sides.