Hello, I am Lena, I love Romance.
Hey, I am Roma, I can offer a romantic tick.

Remember who won Eurovision last year?

Noah, this joke is already with a beard.

Visiting her
We don’t drive with children (with any
because the house is shattered and
Food will be inexpensive.
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Are you going to dinner with your grandmother? My grandmother is also a hostess. There was a storm at home, chaos in the kitchen. But it is unimaginable. And we loved to be with her, and our children now. To do general cleaning and cook food while the grandmother entertains the baby, we are happy. Well, the child will pull the dust jacket from under the couch, well what? Adults need to explain what to do with such artifacts. And teaching children that guests are a bitch – why? My grandmother is not associated with catering, but with fun and games. Because we love her like this... well that... a, remembered: we love.

My son is 1 year and 9 months old:
Fedea pulls a cat into the room by the tail and reads a poem with expression: she cries in the corridor, she has great sorrow.

What is an amorphous body?
YYY: This is me in the morning.

The new slogan: LinkedIn is messy business contacts.

I walk through the street and imagine that I am a car. I chew myself under my nose quietly bzhzhzhzhm (the second), wzhzhzhzh (the third)... wzhzhzhzh, and now the spontaneous machine - wzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzhzh. Turning around the corner of the house, I looked if anyone could see this idiotism and depicted the turner with one eye. Having managed to shake over myself, right behind the corner I stand with a look in the graffiti on the house with the signature "eternally young", shake again.
Olive, 33 years old :D

Decorsys: I dreamed that the hockey players of the Russian national team took second place at Eurovision, losing to Justin Bieber.

A little about me and my cooking:
Let’s make an agreement: will you say it’s delicious, and I won’t make you eat?

“Well, they were swimming,” as Gerasim liked to say.
He was Nemo.
That is Masai.

There is so much joke about the fact that men distinguish many shades of grey by dealing with socks. In fact, here the approach is more profound and technical in nature. You need to assess size, shape, wear, flexibility, smell and a dozen other implicit features that allow you to sort socks by pairs.

I also played the game as a child, called my younger brother. At the initial levels, you perform small repetitive quests, work with the controller from the TV. From the armor only what gives a brother, who is higher in the levy, but there is a bonus, if you rush to the orcs then you can call the brother and defeat the evil, but the anger you do not get.

xxx: My parents were radio amateurs, so they met in this show.
Who are these radio amateurs? Do you love listening to radio?

xxx: Can you say approximately how much percentage of your course completed?
YYU: Well, if you consider that in any business to start is already half the matter, then 51 percent.

I tried to argue and stumbled upon a wall of misunderstanding.

If the gynecologist is asked for pills from the head, then they get an intelligent and absolutely adequate response within his competence! And pregnant women are so capricious, offensive and sometimes aggressive that they can be hysterical by the doctor’s hair color or the instrument’s cracking in the pot.
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by p.s When numerous men, meeting me in crowded places, hear that I am a doctor, all, they are no longer males and no macho, wanting to give me sex for ice cream...99% begin to tell about their back, stomach, hands and legs, sickness of relatives. How pleasant, with a lazy smile, to send them to professional doctors, saying that they are not interesting to me. They are offended, demanding understanding and participation. You know, I am not interested yet. I am your last doctor.

It is better to have a good account today than to be on a good account.

When I was a student, I often visited friends in a rental apartment. Ordinary panel house. Long staircase on one side two apartments and on the other. And usually the entrances to the apartments were flanked by a wall making a common little corridor for two apartments.

So here. Leaving friends and just going to the elevator, it was already heard how he was driving, but they still pressed the button and waited for him to arrive.

But then everything changed. One day, going to school, after overnight, and very late I went out to the site, parallelly crawling in the bag, forgot to press the lift call button. I was surprised by an empty elevator. I did not give it special importance.

Then for the sake of interest decided to check, suddenly it will repeat. I go out again, standing in front of the elevator, I hear it coming, coming, empty. I began to be scared.

After the raids of the neighbors from above, said it was good to smoke on the balcony, to her all "fly" and "smell", began to run to blow up the stairs.

Almost every time we got out of the apartment, there was an empty elevator.

As it turned out later, the neighbor turned out to be an electrical engineer, who worked all his life at the factory and developed automatic systems for conveyor production.

During the repair of the entrance, he laid the wire from the lift call button to the "curve" where the apartments were fitted. He put in it some relay, or something else (shortly that closes the chain from movement).
Upon leaving the apartment, this illusion in some fairy (for me) way caused the elevator. While the neighbor (pensioner) came out of the apartment, closed it, and went, the elevator was already on the floor.

We learned this after we went out to smoke on the stairs with this Grandpa, and then he told us the great mystery of drums.

Engineers will not disappear.

If you wait in Amsterdam when a lot of people are passing by and you scream, “Hey! “That’s my big!” a couple of people drop their bicycles and run away.

XHH: Guys, who knows what Chinese hieroglyphs will mean on the cover of the width?
Do not eat and do not eat.
zzz: You chase, judging by their kitchen - there is no such phrase in Chinese!