Dreams still come true...
Vigdis: I dreamed today that my mother was burning, that I was smoking...
Vigdis: Today we’re sitting there, we’re drinking tea, well I’m laughing: “Ma, I dreamed today that you knew I was smoking...”
The fucking...

XXX: What are you doing?
YYY: For today I have plans to separate light from darkness and say it’s good.

I never thought I would write that. But still though.
I was stolen a notebook in the store "Technosila"TC "Park House" of Yekaterinburg. The fault of course - left it in the storage cell, left the store, and the note is no longer. The guard laughed and did not want to do anything, barely forced the cameras to see. He filed a complaint to the police.
Suddenly a miracle will happen. Maybe those who stole will see it, or maybe someone who knows or has seen it. And suddenly the kidnappers will change their minds and Noot will come back to me.
Note - it was a gift for NG, my parents and grandparents gave money, which they didn't just get. ICQ 293-191-820 If anyone knows, write it.
I can't believe it, but suddenly a miracle will happen in the NH.
Bring to the top to see more, just humanly please.
Thank you all in advance.

YYY: And I understood the beauty of the diverging chairs.
XXX is mm.
yyy: you can roll it up so that the kefir runs out to the end)

If the cancer is submerged in vodka, it becomes red and falls into a sting. Minutes after five cancer '' revives'
A working acquaintance told him how he increased the scale of the focus, during the arrival of his wife's relatives, including two sisters and a mother - teachers. I did not regret the case of a liter of vodka and all the cancers (st.20) underwent the procedure of immersion in alcohol. He stood up so that his neighbors fled.
All the snack for beer, ready for consumption, suddenly began with a meal on the table.
to spread!

By turning away from problems, you risk getting them on your ass.

Do you want to earn? Andrei did not doubt the answer. Well, you know what a riot came into the country a couple of years after the stupid coup of 91 years. You do not know, it is better. Money and work were foolish. So I immediately went to the details:
What to do? Loading up again? There was such an episode, Andrew.
and organized.
Not alcohol this time. Furniture, clothes and all kinds of things. and loading on
The fifth floor.
The move?
Peter’s family is moving to Moscow. The apartment was purchased at
The Komsomol Prospect.
It is great. A lot of shit?
Not very much. and two trucks. At first I got the most necessary.
The rest will be bought later. Repair the room behind the room.
How many rooms?
and four. The enormous. Great apartments in Komsomolsk. The Old Bolsheviks
They are sold, there is nothing to live.

But, Andrew told me, it’s not that easy. Bolsheviks themselves, grandfather and grandmother
They no longer worry about anything, preparing for the last relocation.
The initiators of the sale are the middle generation of the family - whether the son with the wife, or the daughter with the husband. Both worked in the party part as some small functionaries, but in the bread place – maybe even in the Old Square. When the Soviet Union came to an end, their food was gone.
Finding a job with their profession was completely unrealistic, and they did not look for it.
The younger generation – a boy and a girl – did not think about work either, and did not study anywhere, they sat at home. So, the sale of the apartment was their only solution. The way of life is strange, if not more. From the house, the family appears to only go to the store for food. The rest of the time they are sitting at home. The apartment is terribly crowded. Of the four rooms, only one is residential, where all six live in a terrible tightness. The bathroom and kitchen are still in good condition. The rest of the space has been used for many years as a washing machine and is covered with sludge almost under the ceiling. Old broken furniture, some carpets, beaten and just dirty dishes, unwashed underwear, old newspapers and just garbage accumulated in fifteen or twenty years. Through one room, a narrow path to the residential place is pervaded, and two are simply closed, as they have been filled for a long time. Andrei just shrugged when he saw this.

The apartment must be released by a certain day, to which Andrewha and collected a company of loaders from acquaintances. However, when we arrived on the appointed day after lunch, we found a nervous newcomer and an evil Andreyhu hanging at the entrance. The residents did not have time to clean the room. A whole brigade of evil and sweat loaders snorted back and forth, carrying huge plastic bags and loading the body of the truck.
How long are they?
Hear knows them! They should have finished yesterday, and they still have no horse.
It wore! You see, the garbage is taken. Direct to the cleaning. already and
They are not trying to sort. The second truck today. Until they survived
One passing room. But in the morning, the loaders were from the body, and now the blood
They move and at least move. The brigadier had agreed.
As for help. Are you ready to earn a little more?
I don’t mind it, it just looks so dirty... Okay, agree.

Arrived in the apartment. Although they were prepared by the Andrew's story, but from what they saw in their eyes experienced a slight shock. It really looks like a landfill. Dirt, dust, hot as in the underground. The brigade grabs into bags all in a row without dealing and carries with the flow. The windows can’t be opened, we haven’t arrived yet. The former owners are sitting in the kitchen, closing the door. The white bone. Okay, nothing to do, joined the convoy.
The case was more fun. We load, we carry, we load. We are talking about human laziness and pork. They excavated the table and chairs, the couch - broken and taken away. I opened the windows and it became easier to breathe.

An hour later, the carrier stood up. Carriers clashed in the room and in the corridor. The brigadier walked into the kitchen and knocked on the door.
Mr. President, we did not agree. Weights come at a different price.
What other weight? At first glance, the former
I did not like the party very much. Rose is disgusting.
Brushly spotted lips, beer bubble and in general, we have seen such
Ideological workers in Soviet times. I said, everything
The wash!
Such a weight! Look at yourself!
The crowd spread, and the owner, and behind him and the mistress entered the room, unsuccessfully trying to keep the clothes clean. From the rubbish wreck the corner of the piano. White once, and now grey-yellow from dirt.
and Yopt! The owner barely sat on the floor. Do we have a piano?
and Hui! The housewife knocked her mouth. I remember fifteen years.
Back we all thought about not learning Anka to play the piano! Listen, maybe
Do you have a garage with a car? Remember why you got it?

Not only the owners and the brigadier of the cargoes laughed. The harsh face of the proletariat was clearly marked by class hatred.

Jealous of his wife:
Would you sleep with Bruce Willis for a million dollars?
The Wife:
I would sleep. If I collected.

The Litania:
There was a curious case with me in my childhood, related to the German language.In school I taught English, the teacher fell ill that day, and our group was sent simply to sit down at the German lesson.There was a poem for moms to be taught on March 8.The student said with respect:"Here you will come home and say:"Dear mommy, and now I will congratulate you in German!", mommy will hear and she will be happy!!!!!Write down the words!!"...I also recorded, as I heard.. brought home, solemnly pronounced "Mommy, and now I will congratulate you in German!" Mom was vigilant and as I seemed, even scared a little....(Somewhat sinister this phrase sounds, if you think) But I was ripped up, I got full of lungs and read with a great pathos: "Meine Mutter - a pitbester!!!!And then I forgot, my mom was hysterical. The word entered the family annals and we and sister were still talking to each other for a long time))) What will you take?

P.S. After 20 years, I finally realized what it means))nothing terrible:"My mom - you are the best", only and all)))

A friend told...

I lost my iPhone. He went to the drabagan drunk and on the street where he lost.
The next day his Mom's SMS comes - hello, I found your son's phone - pass him my dog calls and my GRATITUDE - I have long dreamed of an iPhone, but there was no money for him!!!! to

CONTROL: I will tell you a story that has been around for many years... There was a glorious brave captain in the world... And he revealed the truth to people... And everyone loved him and loves him to this day... But he had a great enemy, whom our hero called no other than the Enemy... And this super-criminal gained strength every day... And his evil deeds are terrible...
It was the first time he answered the question: "No probably"!
It was he who first baptized his son and daughter Sasha and Sasha!
He invented a car with a rear engine.
He invented all the words.
And most importantly, he first proved the theorems in the words "obviously what", when nothing is obvious!!! to

Until the Captain achieves a devastating victory over the Enemy, he will find a kind of human peace and harmony.

I bought a large refrigerator... Now, looking into it, there is a feeling that there is nothing to eat at home... =(

[In the chat includes bird fucking]

I am the messenger of heaven.

Six-fo': What to give a girl with the New Year? Something romantic
Congratulations on the snow with candles
Six-fo': Hm... Is there anything more brutal?
Anastazy: Throw her in the frost
Anastazy: And the lilies cuddled :)
Six-fo': o_0
Anastazy: Brutally

and Agnessa+
What could be better than a slightly drunk and satisfied woman)))) эх)))
Theme #4ik
A drunk unhappy woman.

Panic
Now here I sit, next to him a man is driving in the bus from him so carelessly carries. I don’t know where to go.

by veh_veh
Perry

by veh_veh
And it’s a bad hickey 😉

by veh_veh
And pretend you are sleeping.

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He himself moves.

SaVeR (20:36:59 21/12/2009)
You’ll never know I’m doing anything crazy.)

Nashville (20:37:45 21/12/2009)
... and exactly? )

Nashville (20:37:54 21/12/2009)
Are you tormenting the computer?

Nashville (20:38:09 21/12/2009)
Do you put a pencil?

Nashville (20:38:20 21/12/2009)
Write a notebook?

Nashville (20:38:28 21/12/2009)
Walk around the room?

SaVeR (20:38:36 21/12/2009)
If it were... it would be too easy 😉

Nashville (20:38:57 21/12/2009)
Lane... tell me.

SaVeR (20:40:02 21/12/2009)
broke the mandarine, while carefully unfolding the shell and losing it, I glue it back with the help of the glue moment so that it seemed as if it was whole.
Well simple wanted to put on the table so that the type of a whole mandarine and someone took and broke.

It was even cooler: I stood and dried it with a dryer so that the glue would dry faster...mother enters the room - she looks - and I was a dryer Mandarin.I looked like a psychic and quietly went back.

Nutty: It happened... three years ago. I gave my first account in English. More precisely how.
Nutty: I walk down the street, until the time is still dark, I see - the predecessor. "Hello, Gennady Borysych" "Hello-Hello" Well I go on. I hear - a scream from behind: "And you probably need an account?" I need, I say.
Nutty: Well, G.B. He takes a note, writes there and leaves.
Nutty: Then, of course, I learned that I had a machine... But how elegant!