My cousin complained to me: I eat once a day, and I get fat. The sister was at their guests, revealed the secret: "Aha, he eats once a day, and at night he eats three times."

XXX> What do you know about horror?
Preamble: I moved from a tight Khrushchev to one of the cottage villages we have. The house was furnished and the fence was decided to be laid in the spring. Nearby a village... literally a village with cows, farmhouses and other things.
The story itself happened last week. It dimmed. In short, in the evening, I was attracted by a very intense knock in the glass of one of the rooms on the first floor. I went down to see. And from the window a small head looks at me, big amygdala-like eyes... a bald creature. That evening I worked in a brick factory. Horra added a sharp white light that suddenly illuminated it. And the snow falling on that bald head. My whole life suddenly flew before my eyes. No, I wasn’t scared, I just felt the embrace of the polar fox, I was terrified until the last hair of the torch – a complete stinging. And then she appears. Grandma with a scream "Well, I went out of here!" - drives out of my window the straws! Strauss to Karl! Xenon light from a jeep. It turns out that their meat is dietary and now many grow them. In other words, we need to make films about aliens.

<kav29863> In the evening, when I bump after work, I think a lot about work problems and options to solve them
<kav29863> Alcohol wakes up non-standard approaches to problem-solving
<kav29863> and the solutions are usually the simplest of all possible because of the inability of the brain to come up with something complex.

settled in a rented house. There is a singing crane in the kitchen. Not in the sense that he cries like a sliced, and in some modes begins to hear melodies, such as barely captured by the ear. At first I didn’t know where the music came from. Every time different. Something eastern, then something like a march, yesterday really played "Kalinka-malinka". I thought it was a leaf of my glucose, recorded on a dictionary. It is recorded. I’m in Houston, to be honest. Not just a few sounds, but real melodies.

XXX: I had a business idea: Coffee of Belarusian cuisine "Mark Watney". Slogan: "500 of them. 500 dishes of potatoes."

XXXXXXX: Not BSDy, but Linux will put you...

25 October 2015 Nikolaevskaya Oblast.

At the polling station, two pensioners presented the passport of the Soviet Union to receive the ballot. When asked why the passport has not yet been replaced with Ukrainian, the grandmothers replied that there was no time for it.

SkySmoker: In short, I have a very important question here, practically a matter of life and death: maybe someone knows – Chebureashka has a tail?

“Dear man, I just said, “There is no such thing as a normal girl.”
How did he argue?
It all started when I got stuck in a stone oven.

In the courtyard lives a cat who has learned to crawl like a dove. The pigeons hear that someone is cuddling, they go there, and the cat cates them and eats them. The grandmothers in the court called him a fascist.

My average is now saying, “Give me money, I’ll buy chocolate.” I need a goose!!!and "

Finally, Russia has become a country with a developed democracy: bomb whom we want!

The accountant suddenly broke the letters D and Z on the key.

xh: She sent letters to several recipients containing "hebet" and "creat" before she noticed that the word "deafness" was somewhat unknown.

As is known, the holes on our roads are created by the caring Ministry of Roads and Communications to ensure that drivers do not fall asleep behind the wheel, and do not create emergency situations, insomnia for passengers is a pleasant bonus.

If everyone is looking, I will ask:
Do you remember one resource, a website with a very simple design, on which you could read funny quotes from unfinished correspondence?
I tried to find myself, but I constantly encounter the reference bureau, the gender wars, the interreligious conflicts.

Coccinella: My faithful man has not given me a single flower in his whole life. Who you have flowers for, I wonder. They are bound. I’d rather bring you green apples. And cheese with mold.” A practical man. That is why I married him. How not to go out? They feed immediately. :D

I ordered a package for ear correctors (from hearing loss). He put them on the backdrop of Van Gogh's sunflower. The receiving manager did not know about Van Gogh's work, or does he not know that the latter had just no relationship with his ears. The box went to Moscow for approval. I look forward to the reception now to see if there is even one educated person there...

In Russia, a family is considered wealthy if the wife does not kick the hole socks of her husband.

Why on most Russian forums, almost on any question, they begin to explain what kind of idiot you are.

Manufacturers of flashes. Make a flash in the shape of a teaspoon, similar to a metal! Tired of!