Sometimes you encounter in a corporate bagtracker such a manifestation of Jean:

Severity: Critical Bug
Priority: High
Status: Ignored

I love those moments of truth.

But who in your life is constantly, inevitably in front of your eyes, always near the refrigerator, comfortable on the couch, right?

No, not a cat. There are cats in the community too!

The husband! Here is who! And where are those wise forums where you can discuss what to do if:

My husband swallowed fluid and straight into the shower.

He doesn’t say “I love you” even though he’s fourteen. Ask a logopedist!

She is jealous of her younger son. Who had it?

He refuses to clean himself. Can I put his dirty socks in a soup plate for educational purposes?

Sleeping in front of the TV.

They steal candy!

No, of course, from time to time in different blogs you can encounter such topics. Why is there no single resource? A powerful collective brain attack?
After all, the husband is much more important than a maid and a maid together.
It is the most dangerous and unpredictable child in the world.
In any case, the baby will never come to you at night and will not tell you that he has found a new mommy, younger and richer.

And, the worst of all, it is the husband who will stay with you when the children grow up and run out of their personal lives! You do not even know how to treat him properly. You do not know how to use it rationally. You probably do something wrong and miss a lot.

There is a comrade who always comes to meetings 20 minutes in advance and immediately begins to name with questions "Where are you? “Are you soon? “”

And when you approach him exactly at the appointed time, you hear, “I have waited for you.”

Explaining something is useless. Just every time there is a feeling that you are late, even though you came on time.

It was after Black Friday that I became a discount expert. I went into the M-Video, and there on the tea tree, which in the inlet is 3200 written 3500 and drawn 7800. I opened their website and asked – are you bad?

I am a lonely fat girl with eight cats. And I am happy. And I will not change my place with my married friends of different degrees of slimness.))) Even with those who in principle have normal husbands. I am silent about those who have a family of goats and seven goats. I live in a cottage, the main problem is to whom to leave the cat when I leave to rest. And how to drive out those who have come to rest with me and do not want to return from my lonely unhappy life to their happy family.

The width of the vagina in a hypothetical girlfriend:

How many questions do not let sleep... The applicant spoke that he has "not thin". There are no details. There would be no bold statement to the girl on the first date, what dimensions of the vagina he expects, the quantity and quality of the lubrication released, respectively, taking these data, + TTX of his MPH, to say that for one friction he plans to spend no more and no less of the calculated amount of energy, doing this necessary work, and all under the receipt that it is not violence, well, for dessert, to present a certificate from the fool that he is not bored.

Bottles and gauges

I’m a little late, but I’ll put 5 copies.
The size of the width in women is not constant and does not depend much on sports directly, for this place there are their own exercises, so that the entire lady may not be in tone, but locally very even.
If a woman likes it, and the width is not, there are several ways to solve this issue.
Use other for the width of the hole of the favorite woman
Use of other bodies
Purchase in specialized stores for men, it will create a dinner effect for men and a width effect for ladies.

Looking for each other by the dimensions of the genitals is nonsense, the main thing is that the preferences coincide, the rest is easy to solve.

went with a colleague to the corporate kitchen to drink a cup of tea, at the same time picking up an empty 19l bottle for the refrigerator, in order to get there from the water filter.
After getting water, we take the bottle to our floor, on the way we encounter the boss:
Why are you drawing water, you have no men on the floor?
No, we are draining water because we do not have water on the floor.

If you shake too much, then any vagina will appear wide. Because the hell is already accustomed to suffocating him to death.
It may contribute to some extension, but within reasonable limits.

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A merchant comes into a public house and says to his mistress, "Martha would have me." He married a boy, and now lives in the houses. and yes? And the gladiator? and. and. She is 5 months old, she can’t. And the cold? and. and. Oh, you know, and the cold has syphilis. - Oh, what a trouble with Nastenka... The mistress, seeing that the client breaks down: - And we have a French woman here, already nice, already skilled, thin like a cane, like a cat flexible, affectionate, chestly, alkaline narrow. You take it, you will not regret it. The merchant, lashing his beard: “It is no better for me, the merchant of the first guild, to have a shame in the shit.

If it was quite historically-initially, then Crimea in general to the Greeks to return was necessary - the first settlements there were theirs)))

The primary source

About the film "The Dog Heart" Actually, they eat in this movie so that you can swallow the saliva
,,,
You have not yet appreciated the original Bulgakovsky. The description of the table is longer than the events that occurred behind it.

The trouble from which we did not expect

>> Look for a sports body. Regularly engaging in sports. The illusion of a wide vagina - from the weakness of the muscles of the small pelvis. If the muscles are normally developed, it covers perfectly.

But there is a risk of falling into a trap – be careful!

xxx: Happiness on the Echo in the news: Patriarch Kirill talked about signs of the near end of the world and called for as much as possible to postpone the second coming of Christ.
XXX: Preventing the Second Coming of Christ
xxx: there
The Patriarch does not want Christ
Is he a satanist?
YYY: Well, there, like the second coming of Christ means the day of judgment and all that. Death, executions, curse and hell.
YYY: Or he feels that he didn’t live honestly. Or the white and purple wishes to protect the believers, calls to repent and offer sacrifices to temples.
XX: Then all things will end in the kingdom of God.
YYY: Not for everyone.
But this is not a reason to take Jesus by the elbows, so that he will not get upset.
zzz: I’m more interested in how it was – called for a postponement. Does he have a straight line with apocalypse horsemen, ended neuroleptics or what? and :)

The program of the Soyuz carrier missile, which was consecrated by Bishop Lucian, failed.

Proto-diacon Andrei Kuraev: If a person does something and it goes wrong, then it is a question for him to think about whether he is doing the right thing. It is very strange that the church seems to provide services, but never is responsible for the quality of these services.
XHH: I think that according to the Consumer Rights Act, a refund should be issued in this case.
WOW: Well, strictly speaking, only the first stage was consecrated, which worked out on a regular basis. Forever they saved on the little things, could not raise the daddy higher.

and ah!

And the real show will begin when Mongolia will demand the restoration of its borders of the 13th and 14th centuries.

They have a population density of less than 2 Mongols per square kilometer. No one will notice the expansion of Mongolia’s borders.

Those who want to make life better go to government

A longtime funny joke.

Picture of a black man bathing in a pit.

XXX: Jango Refrigerated

I had an interesting incident yesterday.

For work, I had to visit one production base.

I usually make a pass, go through the shlagbaum and take a confident walk toward the warehouses. The day is good, the sun shines, a light frost — and nothing in all the white light can ruin my elevated mood, I think naively. and ah.

I hear a loud cry approaching, I turn around and see a huge moose monster carrying on me. It flies out, therefore, from the corner and, of course, goes straight to me with a wild whirlwind. I, like a true coward, clamp my back to the fence and catch a spade, pleasing at the same time that there is at least some weapon. The dog, in the meantime, is already jumping around me, laughing so much that he puts it in my ears, simultaneously switching to a strange whisper. Copying this on the fact that the dog is apparently very hungry and angry that the victim is resisting, I continue to blow off with a spade. The dog is not going to retreat, but the cry for help was heard and the guard tried to recall the dog.

The Mukhtar!

Muthar does not shrink.

“Muhtar, your mother,” the guard is angry.

Zero of attention. Pulling and cuddling me, the dog does not want to retreat. Something is clicking in my head. The Mukhtar. The Mukhtar? ? to

The Mukhtar? I call him and let go. The dog lies on his stomach, lulls, slips to me and drops my boots to death, seeing the snow with his tail.

What is this? The watchman is offended by his shoulder, clearly disappointed in the dog’s security capabilities.

An old friend, I explained.

I remember how five years ago we picked up a small puppy at a oil field. It was winter, and the puppy only miraculously survived the fierce frost. We brought him into a barrel, drank him, fed him, and left him at home until he recovered. For two months he lived with us on the balcony, and when he recovered, he began to follow me like a bound. He did not leave in peace for a second, and for his devotion he was nicknamed Muhtar. When it was time to leave, the puppy was handed over to the drilling brigade, which in turn left it on the base.

So we met an old friend who knew me even after a long five years. I just regret that you had to leave Mukhara then, but you won’t write anything here.

In one very cool musical decade enters the granddaughter of a professor of art. An interview is coming. They talk to children. In the committee sits the professor himself and his colleagues, professors and docents. Of course, everyone knows whose granddaughter this is and the interview is purely formal. In front of them stands a six-year-old angel with white curls and bangs. But asking needs to be something.

The Prof. 1 the child. What note is on the first line?

My child’s notch.

The Prof. 2 is smart. What note is on the second line?

The Notte of Salt.

Between the first and the second?

The break is small.

The applause of colleagues.