I worked at a wedding restaurant. The leader was not of this world. Announces a contest of puzzles- the question "Do you know what is a flying?" All the guests are silent. But only one man stood up, fixed his tie, and in all hearing announced that the flight was the reason for this wedding. All in A.



And the answer, by the way, to the mystery, as she, is a fan / fan of a bride or a bridegroom from a neighboring village.

I am sitting at work now. The city phone rings, I pick up the phone and I hear the caller sneezing. I say, "Be healthy," in response to the male voice: "Thank you" and short o_o

So we talked ?

Video: I don’t care. We just have a #Ui!

You guys, please open your ears.

"So that we include charm, sense of humor and forward, we prove that not all men are concerned rapists:))"

No one says that all men are maniacs. You Russians in white write: "too much violence," "one time in a lifetime is enough," "that 20% of women are raped, and you're all overturning your "I'm not that, I'm good." "Let's joke me how good you are, if you can't at least admit that this problem is deep and serious, but you just get off, that once you're not that, then girls have nothing to fear. I turned it all over again, Narcissus.

My mother told me how she took the exam. She pulled out the ticket, she knew only one of two questions. She went to answer, and said, “Can I start with the second question?” The professor was a little surprised, says, not seeing the difference, but okay. Sitting answers, another teacher comes in and says that the professor is being called to the department. He went out and said, "You then accept her, one question she has already answered." Prepod sits down, mother, not confused, begins to repeat the same question)) the audience rolled, the mother of Otl.)))

My grandfather entered the cabinet, and immediately a little bit of rumor about pensions, governors, about funerals, about chicken eggs, and with such an unwavering look as Vladimir Pozner, I first listened, then I exploded, rattled like a horse, then I stopped laughing, I ask (we can’t rough): What did you come to me with this question? He replied, “I was sent to you by a neuropsychiatrist.
A psychiatrist and psychiatrist, Karl!!!! to

In the time of Maxim Kozlov, priest of the Tatyanian temple, I found there, in the male toilet, on the door of the cabin, a meaningful inscription of approximately the following content:
“Dear brother, please do not make mistakes (αμαρτία)!”

Let's look at things really: the driver, with very rare exceptions, does not want to shoot anyone down, but the machine has a mass and acceleration that will not allow one second to slow down if a pedestrian with permitted view jumps out of the bushes right in front of the car. The driver can do nothing.
What hell do you try to equate this to harassment and rape, which happens only on the fact that a babouin just WILL to be harassed or raped and THINK that the world will be adapted to his desires? You understand how everything worsened the reasoning of the good grandmother is not to blame for anything, it is all nature/hormones, the victim, the ugliness, provoked - dressed was not in parange and with her boyfriend on the bench provoking hugged-kissed, worshiping this unfortunate grandmother" And in the end we have temperamental young people who are not able to control their temperament (and why, they said - such a nature), and on some idiotic male public they also insinuated that she is crying and begging her not to touch - this is a female cocktail - more decisive!", and these fools then REALLY do not understand what the statement to the police, why, this is all kind of court "game" was.

A 6-year-old daughter recently issued: "Winter, winter - where is your winter? Not a single winter in my life!

Watching the new Star Wars.
and?
One thing does not give you peace.
Just one thing?!! to
Well, more than one thing.
And what then?
See here. Han Solo is old, Princess Leia too. Even Luke is old. But this chubby chubby chubby was sitting!
Oh, I also introduced him 30 years later, at least a little older.
-Well, such, with pimples yellowed in the area of the genitals with wool, balded with head, ass and beer belly X)
and x)

Cacenellenbogen is the cat's elbow joint. I hope it will be useful. and yours, cap

I read all this and am just shocked that men can’t realize how wrong they are. Nobody knows where to buy a batch of combat pedals to release to the streets for training purposes? Feel like a woman, fuck.

I suggest you take a few magazines in favour of the children of Germany, half a piece.
I will not take
Why are you refusing?
I do not want
Do you have sympathy for the children of Germany?
I sympathize
Half a pity?
No is
So why
I do not want!

Here you are with your hands on the street like that aunt with journals to Professor Preobražensky.

From the forum, the topic of personal cars:
You can leave your wolva with the keys in the ignition lock and the door open, and it will still not interest the hijackers.
YYY: I’ve told you a hundred times: getting rid of a car with someone’s body in the rear seat isn’t that easy.
Especially if you transfer it to each subsequent car.

Meeting on the streets.

I remember there was another dispute some time ago. Namely, why guys meet on social networks, but are embarrassed to approach on the street. Mutual accusations on both sides. That’s why they don’t meet. Because they understand that most girls walking on the street are not prepared to talk to a stranger.

Okay the pets. We no longer approach girls if we have the opportunity to cross the other side of the street. We do not ask questions and do not answer them, in the ultimate case we run away. Then the ladies will immediately see that they are real gentlemen and men of the highest class. They will find our email and send a letter with an offer to meet.
Everything for beautiful ladies. I will start today, hoping for your support.

The gender shit. You know, I am a professional leader and there was no problem on the street to communicate with the opposite sex (especially because I sometimes work at events). This is what I noticed. If you want to ask for time and get acquainted, boldly approach the "doubles" and "three men" - girls who walk with their friends. You shoot the phones and they will not be afraid of you three when you meet. If it's not a dark dungeon:)) 4 years ago I moved to another city (Krasnodar, hi), and there was a real problem getting somewhere sometimes. I asked the girls usually, as well as to get to know the option, and generally nice to talk to them. No one ever escaped. Rules are such - polite (girl, hello, please tell me how to go to the library), name the reason for the question (nearly moved, two hours walk around the circle, tried all the shaurma in the district, and there is no exit, turn the key and fly), polite interested, and not on the way to you (at least until the tram stop, or one walk in a strange city you are afraid, otherwise who will stick and meet). Well, and further on the situation) The road will tell you exactly, and in the rest how lucky. I always worked and not necessarily I asked for a phone number, since really sometimes needed help of a different kind:) So we include charm, sense of humor and forward, we prove that not all men are concerned rapists:))

I do business on the road. At the window sits a girl (23-25 years old in sight), headsets in the ears, hands occupied with a smartphone. After 15 minutes, my companion started eroding, repairing her coat, and so on. Then, neither of this nor of this, will push me into the bowl.

Are you so stupid? I want to go out.

She really started kicking my legs out of place, leaning on my back to the board of the minibus. I stood up. She whispered.

I stopped because of you.

Was it not fate to ask? I would get up.

You are stupid!! I pointed to you for a moment!! to

I am 4. My first conscious New Year. She prepared as she did not prepare for her diploma years later. Poems, the choice of dress, even the chair from which she was going to broadcast was decorated with mandarin skins. And here, the moment H. came home "costless" and he was, like a fairy tale - a beard, a hood, a shirt, socks... and I thought that he didn't have removable valves, well. I told all the 2 verses, promised to behave well and received a gift)) Stoiko, having gone through the separation with the "red nose", went to disassemble the gifts in the room. After 10 minutes, a neighbor came to visit, they and their mom and uncle sat in the kitchen, drinking tea. And then I run out of the room, to show my mom that Santa has put in a bag and freeze on the kitchen threshold with my mouth open, standing on the feet of the neighbor. The Socks! These were Santa’s socks! The neighbor Ruslan = Santa! No one could convince me anymore. So I learned that when you cheat someone, don’t forget to think about the details.

Sasha studied at the Naval University in Peter, and was born in Voronezh. He was brought to his hometown in the spring. The sunshine was already quite hot, but there was no order to switch to the summer clothes. Hated by all seafarers, the shaped "slinker", which instead of a shirt closed the chest and neck, became naturally unbearable, and Sasha removed it. He goes like a real sea wolf through Voronezh, and meet the patrol. “Where?” Without ceremony, the captain of the air defense, who at that time was the chief of the patrol, strangled him in the chest. “What?” Sasha was surprised. “Comrade, why are you not dressed according to the statute?” He made another attempt, the captain. “It is my fault, Comrade Captain! I do not understand!” He attacked Sasha. “Where is this here?” He helplessly ticked his finger. “Is it...?” “I honestly didn’t understand Sasha.” “You probably mean Knox?” I understood his face. “Yes Knecht! Where is he?” Solemnly and again horribly asked the captain. “It is my fault, Comrade Captain! I forgot to wear!” The seafarer. “The documents. We will write to your university," the captain was obviously pleased.



A month later, a report came to the Sashin Institute, in which the captain with a dry protocol language strictly reminded the St. Petersburg sailors of the inadmissibility of walking through Voronezh without a knight.



Not every sailor remembers the name of this wonderful detail of the toilet, and no one knew this name in Voronezh. Knecht is such a healthy iron piece for fixing the ends during the shipping of the ship. Sasha was not fooled at the institute. They read him this report with a stone expression of the face, but at the end did not stand, exploded it and sent it far away.