Give me a glow for my lips.
Tell me what color you want. For me it is red, and for you it is 100 shades in it.
No, not that you and Dalton. Do not abuse.
I want pink, but not bright pink. Somewhere closer to the boat.

I’m so lonely that I don’t even have babies under the bed.

If you want to avoid sclerosis, constantly lend money.

The big finger.

It was a long time ago, in the early eighties, but I remembered...
My brother and I visited my mother in Komarovsky (no, not in the fact that
“For a week, until the second...”), returned to Leningrad. Immerse themselves in a local subway train, consisting of three old wagons, such now no longer anywhere, bought out the port wine. To the hub station, where it was necessary to move in the night ambulance to Leningrad, a few hours. Summer, early evening, half empty wagon, port wine, snacks, rushless conversation, the wheels cheerfully knock. Forests, fields, bridges across rivers (the wheels knock on them in a special way), provincial sand bars... We go... Well.

An hour and a half later they stopped at the next station, a small one, not even a normal station. I looked out the window, and there, right in front of me, stands a long-legged girl in a light dress, and the already low sun so behind her illuminates that the picture is simply of indescribable beauty. The dress is short, but also enlightened by the sun, and the girl is young and very cute: a young nymph in a golden orel. Around the concerned aunts with bags, the men of the countryside are half drunk, and she stands edak independently, the type of meeting someone. In fact, of course, just came "to the train" - simple peripheral entertainment: passenger trains go twice a day, in the morning and in the evening, the evening train - an occasion for the local Aborigines to "go out into the people", the time of gathering youth. Then the girl raised her eyes on me. And I, admired, couldn’t stand up and... Here’s how to write? “Have you shown her a big finger?”
Loudly sounds. I begin to understand the writers. You want to tell about high feelings, bright emotions and beautiful gestures, and the words lead...
In short, I showed her a hand, squeezed in the fist, with the thumb removed to the limit. She is beautiful, she is beautiful!

The girl slightly turned away, pretending she didn’t notice anything, then looked at me again, then tried to swallow up, at the same time her sparkle face began to fade in a smile and, finally, looking at me, she really smiled. Open, grateful and happy.
The immaculate picture behind the window became absolutely perfect and complete: the girl smiled happily to me, and on her face read: "Yes, it's me! Yes, this is what I am! Thank you for noticing!” The train touched me, my brother whispered to me, and we drove another half cup.

The happy moments. We don’t notice them, but sometimes, many years later, we realize that they were. Flooded by sunset yellow perron, proud of its young beauty, the girl left on it, the joyful tapping of the wheels and the living brother of Kolka next to him.

(c) lartis@g

Treat a girl carefully, like a tree tree.
Cut and bring home?

Conversation in the dining room
I know a man who bought a book and reads it in his leisure.

xxh: to a new job moved)good ZP offered "pick the computer you want" said)
Is it six nuts or not a boy? by
XH: 1000 green pk 24 inch moon + licensed wine ultimatum 300 ue + office)
Would you blow up the Kremlin? 😉
hhh: but here adminko lilyat) feeds) cafes are made) mandarines were served) girl collective)
Fuck, are you in paradise?
XHH: Shake me up
Fuck, they kill me for that.

Mikhasik: In connection with the current situation in the country, the well-known voice "Our beats!" will soon acquire a new, positive meaning.

Coffee should be black as hell, strong as death, sweet as love.
And in a paper cup! Because it is ecological!
by 1017

The most popular activity before going to bed is to count how many hours you will sleep if you fall asleep right now.

The xxx:
In the Military Command, I was sent to the police department for a certificate of the loss of a certificate given to me that I was not given a soldier. I was sent to the police and told that they did not give such a certificate, because I need to write a statement about where, when and under what circumstances I lost my certificate. But since they know that I don’t know where I lost this certificate, they won’t accept such a statement from me. I was sent to the city office for a certificate that no one was able to find my certificate, but they do not give me a certificate by phone and ask me to come personally at the reception hours and bring a copy of the lost certificate, and preferably a certificate from the police that I really lost my certificate. Here I am without a soldier and I go.)))))

by 111
And paint it in black, ahahah black metal turtle
He will sing from under the couch.
by 222
Pepe, I’ll run away then you’ll grumble.
by 222
The cat is scared.)
by 111
:) exactly
Such a song, the turtle from under the couch," about the fucking cat you came fucking" Mitya repeats - " came fucking",
and the cat shrouded - from the closet - "pizzetz"

Zebra: Dad went crazy on the journey) Home tea finished, he broke Teraflu apple and sits drinking it with cookies)

From Zh.
It is not shameful to fuck a man’s wife. My friend’s wife is ashamed. Why is?

One of the comments: The first is like underworking without the knowledge of the tax and the main employer, and the second is theft.

Instructions for Fire Safety:
If a fire has struck you in the basement - do not despair, lie on the floor near the passage and cover yourself with a cloth - you will definitely be found.

A serious issue in the forums
> To unarchive %name_programme% I used WinRAR, which is valid for only 40 days. After 40 days, %name_programs% will not be packed back.

I go from work and watch the beginning of "Spy Dogs".
A truck is worth. discharge of products. Four dogs rush, they start laughing off the seller and the driver. One catches a piece of meat and under the cover of the other three runs away. Those who waited until the first decent retreat went after her. By the tactics developed I realized that this is not the first store...)))

XXX: Yes, you’re running out of the torrents?
YYY : She. So, did they start to plant?

xx: on a pack of cigarettes the inscription HD =) see good cigarettes
yy: For boys of increased clarity =)

He: Let us go.
She: Let me
He: So let’s go.
She: Let me
We are wasting.
She: Give me
He cannot communicate seriously with you.