My mother gave me a couch two beds six months ago. Because of the lack of room at home, he was temporarily placed at my unseen. A couple of months later, they separated safely. Today I am talking with a friend.
How is the mood?
I am in shock.
He: What happened?
I: Shit, I remembered today that I forgot my former couch.
He: I understand the cowards, but the couch? Oh well cool.

I come home, I get a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, I go to the kitchen, I open and give the answer button, listen to who has not yet got there... And clearly at the moment when I make a heavy swallow, the aunt from the answer machine gives the phrase:
I want you to help me... My son is drinking... Please help me.

Fuck, you can’t do that. 😉

xxxxxxxxxxx:
There will be a neural Wi-Fi network and people will be able to mess with each other’s thoughts.
YYYY :
))))))))))))))))))))))))):-D:-D:-D
The xxx:
And those? Those who will be called neuro-progressors will know and be able to capture the control of a remote machine.
YYYY :
Kill yourself you should not share such thoughts before time O_O_O_O_O)))))

In the spring, he fit well on board, broke the inner ankle on the front leg.
(from the forum "scout.ru")

Do you want to try the grass?
Y: Oh, I have never tried.
X: And you know what now for a box of the plan is given up to 3 years under Article 228 of the Russian Criminal Code?
Y: I know, but we have our own people in the organs)))
Y: Lenka’s father is a prosecutor. She once said that she wanted to try it with him, that it was a shit.
X: With him, in the sense, with his father?!? to
Y: Agha
X: Imagine the picture: The phone call “Hello Len, do you still want to try the plan? Oh well!Does your father want it? “Yes – Then let him come to ROVD and take me away from there with the grass.”)))

N.... ‎(16:59):
I love you too.
Not there
bandera13 ‎(17:00):
I agree with you and I do not agree with you 😉