Only at the physical facade of the MSU can warn that today there will be a nuclear alarm and then say that everyone should continue to study, because you will not escape anyway.

Do you know any programs on the computer?

by Olga (16:29):
In the summer, I had fun with my bicycle.
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Mr Ishevsk... ul. Pushkinskaya... the route of the trolley bus No. 4... Guy, how do you get out of the small pocket of the bag every time you get the unplugged headphones?

Aforism is the ability to reason so that it becomes interesting to everyone. and c)
SJ

One day, a dear Moscow man came to his friends in Komarov.
In such cases, a chair is organized immediately.
The drinking was long, cheerful, full and ended by the morning. Moreover, white nights generally have the tendency to confuse the visitor.
The sun has already energetically slipped to the sky when the senseless body of the Moscow guest was honored by the couchmaker on the first floor of a miniature but spacious country house. The owners cleaned up in the living room under sluggish replicas of a couple of late friends from neighboring homes. Everyone was looking forward to a quick sweet sleep on anthrax.
That morning, a local landmark named Lila led his goat through the village.
They were surprisingly similar to goats.
Some still remembered Lila as a beauty, a star of Leningrad's underground square, a constant visitor to "Saigon" and the lover of the irresistible Boris Grebenchikov. From the glorious days, Lila left only a clear look of turquoise eyes, an exceptionally benevolent manner of communication and the habit of dressing in the hippie style, decorating itself with countless fences.
Once luxurious Lyalina's hair with a butterfly slipped from under the bandana. In her mouth appeared a single clique: Lila appealed to dentists only in extreme cases and demanded radical decisions. So her teeth gradually broke out, leaving one – tomatoes to bite, as she readily explained.
by Lila. She was a vegetarian.
Unlike all the others who inhabited the country village in Komarov only in the summer, Lila lived here all year round. She fed her own farm, a simple craftsman - and the fact that she guarded the houses of a large country village in the winter, bypassing the territory several times a day.
Lila knew everyone around, and if they didn’t love it, they regretted it. A bright personality, a local attraction, a humorous creature...
Sitting on the wing and cuddling in the bright morning sun, Komarov friends of the dear Moscow man smoked, cuddling tea. by passing by,
Lila shared her affairs with them. “Fuck the goat!” she said strongly. Coupled goat milk was a mandatory and essential part of the Lila diet; it was necessary to maintain the goat in a productive state in a simple and proven way.
From the invitation to look for a moment Lila did not refuse. The goat, like a bullshit, went up after her on the doorstep and stumbled into the living room. Lila did not refuse the drink too, and began to uncompromisingly beat the owners with a fresh-heated shrimp. Meanwhile, the goat examined the first floor of the house.
Dear Moscow guest slept sweetly, laying on his couch and putting drunken saliva on his pillow. From the depths of sleep he was returned some discomfort: something annoyingly ticked the capital face.
The guest spotted his eyes – and on the contrary of the sunshine that glittered into the window, he saw a thin mocked face. A large fluffy nose... non-blinking yellow eyes... small horns... The physionomy ticked his beard and struck him with an impatient gaze.
The owners and Lila heard behind their backs a strange bullshit that turned into a whirling cry. The sound source was identified by the guest sofa. Lila grumbled understandably and rushed up from the spot.
In the field of sight of the Moscow man next to the lumpy-eyed face floated another, very similar to the first. Without a beard and horns, but with a wool of linen, spinning to the sides from under the bandana. The second face smiled joyfully, uncovering the only speck in her mouth, and almost maternally gently said with a chestly voice: "The goat must be fucking!"
The Moscow man screamed terribly again and lost consciousness.
(The picture of the return to reality is illustrated by the reader’s imagination.
But the guest really put his nerves in order for quite a long time.)

I walk around the apartment in search of clean socks and feel like a mushroom: where are they hiding? Which can be collected and which not?

Hey, was today in visits with her acquaintance Light))) she lives with her mom)))) they have to watch TV- a whole ritual is)))))) I was in shock))))) they cover the TVs with fabric so that the light from the window does not fall, such as it is bad.. there are 2 TVs nearby.. because one TV for more than 3 hours can not be watched... watched one for 3 hours, you turn off- turn on the other)))))) switch the channels in any case can not.. you need to watch the program and turn it on the right channel)))))))) the volume of sound must be uneven.. and turn off it just can not, you need to press 1, and only then turn off))))))))))))) someone went to them in guest and turned off the TV so simply, there Mommy of Light boiled up.. how this 1 did not regret?)))))))))))))) and the phone they have too, if charged, let at least without interruption call, you can not pick up in any case)))) it is a radio phone, the mobile is charged exactly 3 hours too.. it can not be touched at this time.. let there 10 people call you urgently))))

in the women’s forum.
Author (2 October): My husband constantly goes to the toilet with the phone, generally during the day never leaves him lying, and as to the toilet - so immediately takes. It seems to me that he corresponds with the mistresses from there, and then wipes the messages - a couple of times overnight I checked, but there was no suspicious text message. How do I know what he is actually doing there? The bathroom has good sound insulation, no talk is heard.
...
Next two dozen posts about how to cheat out of the toilets
...
Author (5 October): Yesterday I decided to talk to him about this, called a fool, said that when the shit goes, the phone takes with him - to play games. And today, in order not to worry, I bought a Sony PSP, and the phone now puts me under my nose. I am a fool =(

This morning, the teacher opened the printer and found that both cartridges were spurt. A scandal broke out.
Everybody walked to watch, to hide and to hide.
No one has even turned on the printer.
The sleeping cartridges went out to the light of God.

Listened at work:
If you are silent, who is mine? He is sent on a business trip. He leaves a note “left.” and all. In the sense of everything. Not anywhere, not for any time. When he arrives at the destination sends a SMS, taking into account the difference in time zones, so as not to wake me up: "arrival". If it turns out that I already have to sleep, then sends an SMS of the kind “arrival #hours ago”. When he goes home, it’s almost the same: “going out.” And this is how he has everything – if he has prepared something before his departure or before bed, and I have no strength to meet, then he puts tablets, such as “food here”, sticky on the pot “soup”, on the bowl “meat”. and so on. He gave me for the first of April a trussel with the inscription on the headquarters of "Joppa". How can we not love that?

and JAZZ:
This time I really fell in love. The whole table was painted with hearts.
1'st is
Idiots, you are going to wash.
and JAZZ:
The problem is to clean the dust.

I went to the public toilet and found out that I could not breathe for almost 2 minutes!

XXX: What is it?? to
Wow: well... I spent the night with my boyfriend... until the morning we played heroes... we understood that we were latent tricks...

xxx: I once tried coffee and didn’t sleep until 5 in the morning.
Yyy: I once tried World of Warcraft and didn’t sleep until 7 in the morning.

Somehow, I remember, in my youth, a very drunk returned with someone's snack and accidentally stunned. What to do... I went on foot, so that in the hot transport not to burn (in the winter was the matter). On the way, a man approached me and asked me to smoke. And while he was smoking, I thought that he did not know that a man who was outraged was standing before him, and he would never know. And I also thought how many mysteries in this world, and we do not know about it.

Faber: In the quipe "invisible to everybody", but everybody sees that I’m on the net. He decided to search for a solution to the problem in the search engine, entered: "I am invisible, but everyone sees me". Lots of references to psychiatrists.

It was a long time.
I lived then in another house and we regularly needed someone in our entrance. In the same place. This was facilitated by the dim lighting of the entrance.
A chemist lived on the second floor and worked at the NII.
One winter evening, coming back from work, I encountered him in the entrance. He was at home, and in his hands he had an empty bowl. He smiled and went up to his apartment.
After I got home, my wife sent me to the store for bread. I go down the stairs and see the force in the same place. And I hear such a characteristic sound of a flashing lightning. I decided to slow down and whisper this fool so to say in the process. But it wasn’t needed.
A second after the appearance of the characteristic sound of the stream from underneath the boy's feet sparkled sparks and a thick smoke fell. The man in panic ran out right into the frost.
In general, the problem of unpleasant smell at the entrance after a week was solved completely. And people for that week on the frost in the night went out a lot...
Now I live in another city, the chemist also moved somewhere. So it is not possible to contact him.
Does anyone know what the chemist had in the pot that night?

I sit with my grandmother in the room and watch TV. My grandmother is sitting next to me and reading a book. here is the mega-phone advertising - " pleasant to get a discount for the fact that you talk a lot..." grandmother: for the fact that you talk a lot you usually get to the mouth

16:54:54) baby_bOOm: Avatar you painted yourself?
(16:54:59) The Cross: Yes
(16:55:07) baby_bOOm: similar to
16:55:20) baby_bOOm: and paint me
(16:55:25) Cross: I can’t
(16:55:36) Cross: My hands are too rough to paint you))
(16:55:51) Cross: I don’t want to offend such a lovely creation :)
16:56:39) baby_bOOm: Do you know how I look happy?
(16:56:48) The cross: how?
(16:59:56) baby_bOOm: I have not broken eyebrows for a month, under my eyes bags, as if I had not slept as much as my eyebrows had not broken, cosmetics zero! The hair is rubbed like a wire on the walls of the prison, one eye is nervously shaken, and on the forehead it is written like a wire: "Help me!"
(17:01:23) The Cross: to hide, my favourite estate!! Stop annoying me so much! :)