EET: By the way, one of us bought a diesel Audi Q7, so he says that after refuelling on one gas station with diesel fuel, saw an inscription on the display of the car that biofuel was refuelled.

Such a dilemma - to go to the Big Theatre on the Swan Lake or buy a new phone?! and :)

In fact, Carlson was an ordinary boomer, who first raised children on sweets, and then, on the roof, put them on a braga.

> He owed me his questions! I have to write: this is confidential information, go to shit!
> is confidential. Write well, in contrast to him 😉
> I eat cake with one hand!))
> what, loaded the task at once half of the brain that is responsible for spelling?))

Houses and walls help and corners nurture.

Moscow, Politizdat, 1990

My grown-up son was in a stupor for five minutes when he stumbled upon a book in my library entitled “Roy of Bears. They surrounded Stalin.”

Rabinovich on his birthday with his friend Shlemenson:
Do you wish that, Dodik, so that you will not be jealous later?

Huber, as usual, is a jod. and :)

XX: You can’t just take and tie with tanks
You can, when your girlfriend says, “I or the dancers – choose!”
CC: Ah, as I understand you, I have the same problem with paintball.
AA: Paintball tells you, “I or the dancers, choose?”

Mad: I’ll probably, when I die, get out of the grave at 6:30 p.m., take a shower and go to work.

Habr, from the discussion of the news "Roskomnadzor included Facebook in the register of banned sites":

The crazy are only noticed if they are bully. So we wish Roskomnadzor more bullying and prompt hospitalization.

For some reason, the products of the USSR/RF are compared very selectively. With Japanese magnetophones, German cars, American oscillographs. Let’s compare with German missiles, Japanese planes, American televisions.

Usually in the family, the one who knows how to earn and the one who knows how to spend are completely different people.

I will add to your pleasant chat:

to all:

To this this:
The question! Does this dish at least theoretically ever end? and :)
and...
In Vietnam, a dish was served, the name of which in free translation sounds like a hot pot. A small burner is placed on the table, a pot is placed on it. Something is constantly cooked in the pot.It is cooked, placed on plates. As soon as the pot is empty at least half next, the cook materializes and pouches another portion of products into the pot. The products are different all the time. Starting with seafood and ending with fine-cut pork and a bunch of vegetables. The dispute is not all very delicious, but we all four struggled with this dish for three hours. I did not win 😉
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In China, such a dish is called HOGO... just the cook looks at what the people have not yet eaten, here is what he puts.

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All because greedy Russian tourists do not hesitate to read the rules of the label - in order for the dish to end, you need to leave a little food on the plate, showing the owner that you have eaten :)

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As a child, I was taught not to leave anything on the plate. It was from the post-war hunger years. So don’t confuse greed and the difference in establishments.

My wife calls, I don’t have time to pick up the phone, I call back, and she says she left me a voice message.
I decided to listen, and there was one word: "Call".

XXX is:
Do you feel ashamed and satisfied at the same time?
I do not know how to describe more accurately.

YYY :
"I know this change of shame." (c)
Of course, it is familiar to any girl who at least once returned home naked at 5 a.m. after the party, and forgot her underwear under the bed with a random boyfriend.
and what?

XXX is:
I listen to the group "Beasts"