In Blessed Europe no excise duties and compulsory insurance etc.

WOW, WOW, and why do I get tax freed if I don’t? O_O

Alcohol only makes a woman more attractive when a man drinks alcohol.

Near the land plot on which my house stands, there is a LEP. A couple of weeks ago, from the window, I noticed that in the most remote corner of the site, a bird is hanging, crawling with its wings, trying to fly through the fence of the rabbit grid, but it is not possible. At first, it seemed to me from a distance that it was some neighbor's chicken lost, but when I came closer, I didn't believe my eyes: in front of me ran on the grass and waved the wings of a real, and seemingly quite an adult, beautiful gray-and-white frog (then I was told that it was a gray-and-white frog). And it is almost in the center of a large regional city! Most likely, I thought, it hit the wire, damaged the wing, and now can’t take off. Of course, he could not be left so, he would definitely either die of hunger or become a victim of wandering cats. Since I can’t deal with predatory birds, I started calling friends and acquaintances. The Soviets, of course, tried to give everything, but mostly the type of such that to teach him to sit on his shoulder instead of a poppy and shout "piastri, piastri!". We were lucky with the bird. One of my classmates found a friend, who once lived in the courtyard in a volley, of course, he knows what to feed, what to show to the veterinarian, and even from his former pet left a volley. I caught the bird carefully, which was not a lot of trouble, because it was tired of its fruitless attempts to take off and silenced, only looked closely at me with smart eyes, put it in a box under the microwave and waited for his arrival. We greeted, met, he looked at the barley and said that he would take it and show it to a familiar ornithologist, and at the same time told me the story of his barley. The story seems interesting to me, so I decided to write my own.
To this guy, his name is Sergey, once a familiar hunter gave a puppy of a frog, apparently falling out of the nest. Sergey built a volley for him and fed him. It turned out that it was a female who lived with him, grew up and became so accustomed to the man that she took a piece of meat from the owner's hand and swiftly sat on her hand. Yastrebiha lived with him in the volleyball for more than five years and did not show any desire to leave, although such an opportunity was granted to her, a couple of times Sergey forgot to close the volleyball. And suddenly one day in his courtyard began to fly every day of the eagle-samean, who sat on a tree near the volley for days and for nothing wanted to fly away. So the birds looked at each other all day, in the evening the male flew, but in the morning always returned. Sergey became clear that his fiancé flew to his bird, who fell in love with her by ears and now will not fall behind until the owner leaves his beloved. It was a pity to let the bird go, he was accustomed to it, and if it could survive in the wild. But at the same time, Sergey understood that you will not argue with nature, the bridegroom will not lag behind, so he decided, opened the door and left. The bride, not thinking for a long time, came out of the volley, spread the wings, flew, and the couple, having made a bit of a circle in the air, flew away. After a few days, the strawberry flew alone, sat on a tree near her wheelchair for a long time, let the owner come to her, but she did not take a piece of beef from his hands and did not sit on her hand either. So I sat on a tree for a few hours and flew away, forever. This is such a story.
And my deer Sergey showed the ornithologist, there was a stretching of the wing, so my assumption about the impact on the LED wire was most likely true. Now he lives in the "inherited" volley, recovers, feeds on mice, which Sergey catches for him alive with the help of a mouse. Those living on the site of the Caucasian and Alabayan this predator intimidated so that they were afraid even to get close to his voller. As soon as the wing is restored and he can fly, Sergey will release him.

There was a doctor in the trauma. All motorcycles were there, and even in the winter. Motorcyclists acted in the form of a puzzle. His favorite words were, “Tejek-s, this one will pull a thousand details.”
One day I brought a girl-biker. Beautiful and beautiful. When he began to shout over her, he said:
Don’t worry, I’ll get married.
I did not pick. was married.
Now when he is told that his wife is beautiful, he answers:
Do you like? I collected myself.

#gay_gay_round_be empty

“The healthy attitude of a healthy society is manifested in the spirit: ‘Son, you like girls – that’s normal, but the conditional Vase likes boys and he meets a boy – and that’s also normal and has a place to be.”

Here is the error. There is a place to be – yes. You do not need to jump on them with forks and burn on the fires - again yes. But this is not the norm. For example, disabled people and mentally retarded people are not the norm, but in a healthy society they are treated as people. In good health, yes.
Still, there is something unhealthy in the craving of people to the details of the personal life of completely unfamiliar people.

Mom hugged me and said:
- Fu, he is already an adult, big, smells of cigarettes from him. And the little one was so nice, curly and didn’t crawl.
I was very surprised. It was about a beard.

LGBT will not become the norm, even if you shake. And the healthy attitude of society is not to plant and not to execute, but to recognize as sick, to try to treat, failed - to isolate in order to avoid.
and gt;
To avoid what? Are you afraid to admit that your fear of gays is based on the fear that you will be raped by gays? Or are you afraid to be seduced by homosexuals because you dream of male pops?

XXX: Remove a picture from the soul
YYY: No, I am so ZBS
XXX: I haven’t seen it.
yyy: in connection with the flow of naked photos on the network I linked
I’m not a puppy, don’t you trust me?
YYY : Okay On the wave of unrestrained trust, give me my credit number and key, or do you not trust me?
You only need money and the same grandmother.
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Levskvik is short. I am standing in the ashan, picking wipes, the grandmother runs, sweats me a package, says, say, read, what is in the composition, I don't see. I say - cellulose, it throws the wipes back and so "tfu, chemistry consistent"