XXX: I remember when I was a child, the cops were fucked up before me. In a quantity of 6. I had to run away and they all ran after me. I ran well. In the end, the biggest were swollen or bored, and after a couple of quarters I realized that only one was running behind me - the smallest and most fucking (why the smaller the more fucking always). and he apparently did not notice the loss of the support team in the dust of the hunting hazard). I turned and stumbled from his heart into the table. A little bit on the ground with his feet. I still remember this story with warmth in my heart.

There are now two armies of unemployed people in Afghanistan who have pretended to be at war with each other for 20 years.

Saturday 10 in the morning. The Coffee. Coffee, coffee and the mood. An adult respectable man picked up a pack of baked food and a couple of coffee. The barista:
What kind of milk and sugar do I need?
for a minute.

Receives a mobile communication device (as well and convenient, in the last century would have had to run into a telephone machine):
and allo! Sora my daughter! and Moning. Papua is not far away. He wants to chew you with bread and boiling drink. Coffee with milk...what? For a moment, he asks the barista, “Sorry, do you have a cold beer?”

Gordon says that as a child he was irritated by the "Invisible Smoke".
Of course, I believe that the boy named Gordon was irritated by the "Invisible".

Xxx: I just went to the shelters, in the company of friends on the vacation base. It was hot and I was dressed up with beer, cognac and vodka, and on top of it I ate shishelks and apparently bread, so I became very foolish. He sat down on the bench and began to bleed, and two dogs came from there and began to eat. In the breaks between the calls they so gently waved their tails asking for additions))