The ruble has risen slightly.
YYU: Not the indicator, I also have a sutra something rising, but then falling and whispering somewhere below.

By education – I am an engineer, but, fucking, by vocation – an artist, because any of my calculations always end with the epic phrase of the management: “How you draw, so it will be!”

02:14:05 xhx: One after another friends go to sleep...

Jules Verne and Nitroglycerin.

I was in my 12s, being a botanist-briller, stunned at spectacular chemical shows, trying to make nitroglycerin from this book. The resulting liquid spontaneously boiled, eaten my pants, hand, curtain and completely spoiled the ceiling. So thank God there was no exact recipe, or FIG knows what it would be. Well, I suspect that the acid was too unconcentrated.

Jean Cuo: I don’t like when the household appliances are smarter than me.
Utug, the usual in appearance tefal utug - but with some clever protection from the wretched housewives. It turns off when you don’t burn it. So that the house does not burn if you throw the stove on the smoothing board.
Good thing, ch. Only the sensor that reacts to the "glass" has it simple, like a brick. And if, from his point of view, you praise the utyug too weakly – well, it’s the fault of the fool. Who is so hungry? Why do you carefully fold these folds? Why are you so quick to loosen that necklace? Fuck in all directions, swallow your hand, swallow your shoulder! This is the glow.
It’s easy, I don’t have your stuff. I am a lazy ass, can I smooth slowly and meditatively?
can not. He is an utyug, he understands me better in the eye. If it were not for his valuable help, I probably’t have gotten married.

Announced new GTA version 6. It is called "Refugees: The Road to Europe".
Players can choose the country of origin and destination, the routes and the method of movement.
In addition, you can choose such characters: border guard or customs officer of Serbia, Croatia, Hungary and other countries.

When getting into a refugee camp, the player tries to settle in it in order to fulfill his ultimate task: to get to a country where they pay a large allowance and you can not work.

A funny guide here, walking asks about tea:
Nobody wants tea? Nobody wants anything? Thanks to God...

Congregatio: Armata is, in general, not a tank, it is a platform, and you can put what is needed on it. You can also put a sofa on the armature.

By night, all the apples on the coffee point are destroyed. There is almost nothing left of the liver and sweaters. Even a turkey from another boxer was pulled out. But the beans always remain untouched.
What’s wrong with the beans?
The beans are okay. They just don’t take it, that’s all. She is not to blame, nobody wants her.

In a London apartment in a road bag found the body of an agent of the British intelligence service MI6. According to The Independent, the agent, presumably for conspiracy purposes, pretended to be a woman.

My name is Bomb. The Sex Bomb.

Interesting fact: Al Capone was difficult to spend the money he received unfairly under the close attention of the intelligence services, then he created a huge network of laundry stores with very low prices. It was difficult to track the actual number of customers, so revenue could be written almost any. This is where the term “money laundering” came from. But now in the U.S. it is customary to wash not at home, but in the laundry room, because there are many of them and the prices in them are low. Usually neither themselves nor people, and here is a rare case when it is the opposite.

Discussions on the extension of the tax on "Bulgaria":
XHH: Interesting, and the authors themselves get anything from all these fees? And how exactly does this happen?
WOW : Of course. The head of the RSP personally calls the authors and performers, and says, “Johnny, my dear Depp, did you get here when you came?

Until the night battles with the cat for Viscus began - the diet counted and did not begin)

Today on the forum I learned in what wrong family from all sides I live: first, late to give birth to the elderly, up to twenty-five, secondly, until thirty only stupid not self-sufficient people give birth. Thirdly, the second child should not be a boy, but a girl, so that the elderly after 16 years among her girlfriends saw the future wife, fourth, the dog in a family with babies - unhygienic, fifth, you need to have two cats, children can not be without furry friends, this is not childhood, but catorg some!

I sit here, I think whether the date of birth in the passport to go to change, whether the younger for the operation to change the gender to write down, or whether to look for ways to exchange one San Bernardino for two cats...

Don’t you mind that I’m too old?
My mother approved.
My own too.

Oh, what a country about the dollar rally!

Yyy: It’s back on the dollar, don’t worry.

GG (11:09:08 21/09/2015)
Man is burning.

GG (11:09:20 21/09/2015)
Macroflex has a prize.

GG (11:09:37 21/09/2015)
The prize is one day of training with Zenit.

GG (11:10:04 21/09/2015)
and on ballons photo of Kerzhakov

GG (11:10:08 21/09/2015)
I sell him happiness.

GG (11:10:23 21/09/2015)
Is it without Kerry? Otherwise I won’t get in.

Pre-morning sleep: the dentist breaks out my tooth and asks at the end of the procedure, say, how do I feel? By gestures and writing, I offer him two choices:
A. As if it was scattered from within.
b) as if I was an alien with six genital holes and just lost one of the virginities that our society is customary to keep for a lifetime, and its loss is shameful and reproachable.

I did not wake up in the cold sweat, I will not lie, I woke up as usual in the morning, but to brush the bourbon of the ninth Baltic before going to bed is a heroic idea.

Reference to Skype in GooglePlay:

I swear I will send a letter to PETA unless you let the enots write the code for you and hire people in their place.

So I had to find a second job. As an educational teacher, she submitted a resume to the school. Approved and accepted in half. The first three weeks of September were more like a stubborn fox – quotations from nine-grade students brought me into a state of prostration. Then in them the Russian Empire was “under the rule of a socially disoriented tsar,” then our country “passed from old rule to industry.” I cried, compiled a simplified version and suppressed my desire to be a mother when I was looked at by 20 pairs of eyes trying to understand the whole essence of the term “Marxism.”

After meeting an old acquaintance, breathing became easier.

Sunshine, rejoice, you are a happy man. I had a management for four classes. Fifteen Mahomed and eight Aslan. Their parents came up with scandals every week: why does my bloodshed have three and two? Give the elves, you have to do their upbringing! Three of them speak Russian poorly. To my convictions of deducting or translating young geniuses, the scientist replied: it is not necessary. Let us let go and we mourn. Pull them into three. How I went crazy, I don’t understand. But the future drivers of the gelendvagen left the walls of the school, drinking all my blood. So be glad. They speak at least one language.