For what I love Russia, especially my city, is for seeing the inscription on the wall of my house today: “Obama black power.”

Preface: My daughter and I (5 years) live a dog, tax, 1 year, loves beer, champagne, wine and even vodka runs, but drinks.
So here... I drank a beer from a 1.5 litre bottle with a friend. When they drank, the empty bottle was given to the dog to play, and she began to lick it so that the tongue reached almost the middle of the bottle.
A friend with affection, looking at this case: "Per something is missing the dog..."
My daughter, not long thinking: "She lacks breakfast!"

KompAs> On Saturday buy book from us and ask...." and why some say aser and others asus?"...
KompAs> I answer "and how is it written...Iran or Iraq?"

I am
And I have a juicy, hard swollen fruit in my pants... :-)

She
What is it :-)

I am
and sweet)

She
Why did you put your trousers in your pants? :D

I watched an interview with Fursenko at Posner. One thought of the minister.
"I think that in the near future, unfortunately, not due to the fact that the salary of teachers will increase sharply, but because of the fact that in a number of sectors of the economy the salary will decline due to economic difficulties. The salary of teachers and the salary of people working in other industries will be comparable.”
The curtain!

Violations of cyclists

by ddd [guest]

I tried specifically, in the zone of the mark 30, in front of the gaiters with the radar, 45 twisted............. pofig, stsuki, I tried so.

In the advertisement of the juice after the words "Here is the girl we have - real..." a bunch of rhythms ending on... as climbs into the head, but the ananas is not among them. Moreover, almost none of them is suitable for describing a girl, and in general something of the female genre.

Not as terrible as the inadequacy of its owner.

I am in the bus today, the girl standing next door begins to ring the phone.
This is the sweet song of the Buyer "I will never marry you."
The girl raises the phone and with an angry voice begins to talk:
Allo...
–...
Because I have to listen to this crazy song.
–...
I can’t change it, you’ve struck it up, shit.

Hello to you! What a cool cocktail!
Imagine, but I have nothing under it!
Don’t worry, they will grow up.

Christ has risen!
And he told us!

by Asper

I propose to impose a tax on the asphalt, which, scurvy, wears and forges my spikes.