This fool left me with a sick newborn baby. I could say I pulled the child out of that light. She carried all these years as a curse, about his help was not spoken at all, not even interested. And here, 8 years later, I have a wonderful son, a highly paid job, a decent position in an international company. Apartment in the center of the city, expensive car and a tiny but very cozy villa in one of the tropical countries on the ocean. And here he appears. With the confessions that I am the best woman in his life, we just need to be together and in general, the child needs a father.
Advice what to do, or send it to x@i is too easy, I think.

Q: What is your favorite color?
Mary is red
Do you like the color of my eyes?

Sleep is boiling.
Nootropic ointment helps.
I do not smoke.
Nucotune ointment should not be smoked.

XXX is amazing! Here the tiger was subjected to pigs in tiger costumes and she accepted them as native tigers!
Yyy: Nothing strange, chickens are laid out and they grow them quietly.
ZZZ: Yes yes. People are cats.

From the news: a citizen of Tajikistan arrived to give birth to St. Petersburg with a kilogram of drugs in the stomach

The woman gave birth in the night not the son, not the daughter.

Problems with driving:

XXX: I have a gas :D, or rather a pedal, there is somewhat smooth hope and at the same time, and I can not smoothly
Turn off the radio and listen.
XXX: there is almost no sound
YYY: Father shut off, Fathers generally strong :D

I heard a conversation with a girl.
Q: Fale, of course, I called you and fell asleep.
D: Oh, I also shook when I picked up the phone and heard a snort.

All the people who have a computer at home and an inet are soaves.

We, the Kamchadals, remember the cold winters of 91 and 92 years:)when we slept under 3 blankets, and also dressed:) and the light on the schedule included, by areas:)
They sat with candles.
The newspapers printed a lighting schedule.
And the most offensive was when the lights were turned on from 8 a.m. to 12 a.m., and you were in school:( you won't even watch cartoons. This is a difficult childhood. And the toys attached to the ceiling are all stuff :)

Briefly about the weather

XXX: I still have trouble. Yesterday’s T-shirt was broken.

There are only three topics, the ability to reason and argue on which automatically deprives the status of a Reasonable Man:

1) "Only in our village are the workers, and in the neighboring all the thieves, and the district center in general has been eaten" (and vice versa);
2) Only the Russian People are the bearers of Spirituality and Intellect! (and vice versa);
All the men weep like horses, and all the women are dumb, lying on the couch and demanding money (and vice versa).

A creature noticed in the ability to seriously scratch such subjects can be thrown into the bioreactor without the slightest risk to society as a whole. This is the way, robots.

XXX is
I decided to look for a job: I read the title of the ad.
XXX is
Schedule of work: part-time employment
HHH
I open.
XXX is
Schedule: 5/2, 8 hours a day
XXX is
I love the Sberbank :)

How are you with me in bed?
I like it.
Do you like it or will you tell your friends?

From the ASK:

I read an article in Popular Mechanics.
The structure of the universe
The Modern Model
I am short about what, as Matt wrote.
Only excuses are understood.
There is such a hideout.
They write and write, and then the phrase: but let's explain it in a simple way, and the same stuff is just words in a different order.

rainart: remember, "nihua" is written bluntly, for gloss. “The alien had no hands, no ass, no ass.”

Today I got the phone in the bus when I read the advertisement that the bus can drive pockets and you need to be careful (

The service "Love Cat" has ended. To extend the service, feed the cat.

and Sasha! IRA has begun to squeeze the nose in our reports!I should kill her...or fuck her...

Prometheus would rather have given people not fire, but his immortal liver.

There are girls in Russian villages.

When I was a postgraduate student and according to the regulations was obliged to conduct classes with students, in one of the groups in the second grade was a nice girl c unusual for our places named Praskovy. The girl was modest, separated from the rest of the group, without emotions attributed to the fact that her fellow groups irritated her “parash”, mocked on the topic of the mole on the nose and the absence of a kilogram of cosmetics on the face, joked over a self-made leather backpack instead of a major women’s bag.
“Dolce and Gabana.” And I, though almost twice the age, immediately made friends with her. Not in the sense that everyone might have thought of now.
Although, I regret, it was also, the men will understand. In other words, we came together by interest. Under my leadership in a week mastered Basic, a little later
Si, Assembler, practically mastered itself on the Internet.
Radio-controlled aircraft models were made and launched together. We walked along the Volga on the katamaran together. As she herself said, she was the first person who decided to go to Moscow from their Zuaral village to get a higher education.

But this episode shocked me. In the fan of the installation with which I worked, one part was worn out, it was necessary to make a new one. “Drawed” a drawing, went to the workshop for a tribute to the freezer. I could make myself, I know how to work on such machines, but the master will never give his tool into other hands. I don’t give my tools to anyone. The master looked at the drawing, said, “Figure of things,” and so I didn’t.
“Stand over his soul” during work, gave money and asked to run for half a litre of cheap vodka.

In cheap vodka I am not a specialist, if we are going to take something tested in a normal store. I bought the cheapest one in the nearest tent. I brought it to the master who at that time had already made the necessary detail for me. The freezer, seeing the bottle brought by me, burst into a matte on the subject: “which x... you bought this shrimp? You will be in contact with the toilet for a long time. I’m not going to sit here whole day. I’ll put that bottle in your ass. »

Praška was sitting behind the fence, playing with the workers in a domino. Hearing the sounds of the beginning of the conflict, she stood up, approached us, asked what was going on.

I asked for a good vodka, and he brought me this butterfly!
I: - Petrovich, you said cheap, I bought it. You did not give me money for good.
Pope: Give it here. [he pulled out a bottle from Petrovich, whispered, looked, opened, smelled] Okay, understand... we’ll fix it now.

He throws a bottle to the table where the workers drink tea. He gets a couple of cubes of refined sugar from the box, presses them, throws sugar into vodka, wraps the block back. Then this fragile creature turns into Darth Vader from Star Wars, tied his red cushions behind his back, dressed in an oily working coat, gloves and a protective mask that is obviously not in her size. He swirls the throat of a bottle with a speck and, without the demand of a flushing taper, clamps the bottle in the backyard of the taper.
Through blatant manipulations of the controls, unnecessary cuts for this process are removed and the required speed of rotation is set - 1500.
Men threw dominoes, came to see, and Praška explains: if more
The bottle will break, less - the effect will not be achieved. He catches for four minutes, stops the machine, gets a bottle, puts it on the machine. After a minute on the bottom of the bottle precipitation of an unpleasant brown color. The girl opens, smells, a few drops on her palm, licking.
Everything can be drunk. Just pass through the cloth first. and you,
Siroh, learn how to do it, or better not take that shit any more if you do it.
You don’t want to strike people. Probably in the neighboring basement.
Water supply is cultivated and sold in this tent. Let’s take
Go to the department, go to the computer.

P.S It disappeared as suddenly as it appeared. From her little homeland came the news that her father died, left a sick mother with a little sister. At fourth grade, she left the institute, took her papers and went home. To say goodbye only ran, thanked for everything, said that he was going to go to the local school as a teacher of computer science - there are in the shortage. She snorted me into the unshaken cheek and fled behind the doors of our lab. Maybe someday, according to the promising plans of our government, the Internet will still be drawn into this depth and we will meet again on the Internet.