He: Do you not like role-playing games “crazy”?
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...
Will you be a nurse? Or a maid? Better than a teacher>=D
She: no. I came up... I will be a fitness coach... in short shorts... and a beacon... and the guy will be pressed on my orders... I will still have a pink whistle)))
He: You are not thoughtful =)) and what will you do then with the guy when he clicks back a hundred times =))
She: I’ll be lying under it)))) At this time...

Humming is a slave idea of power.

My sister, a long time ago, when she lived in the communal, had a neighbor.
A bitter drunkard, but not a debilitating. A very quiet man, an electrician. Very friendly and unrestrained. But a drunk. In the community, the grandmother is mostly. He gives them everything, and helps, and repairs, and brings, whatever is dear, always. But the Bukharik. Very quiet and invisible.

And his grandmother had (and his grandmother had already had) Megera. Always so. It is in his tail and in his tail. Everyone regretted him. Yes is. It happens.

One day, he went home in the winter, and ticked a bottle of vodka in the stall at the entrance.
Not to get the enemy. Ticked and lost. I cannot find it in the morning. He was killed, he was killed. He will find, but not there. He said, maybe you don’t remember? Maybe there was a bottle? Or is it not Sugar? And he will only shake his shoulders sadly, and he will jump out once again. I am sure, that is. It will come, it will be even more sad than the previous one. and breathing. How not to breathe? Do you know what we have? By February of this year! Not a bottle, the gastronome can be lost.

My sister’s heart didn’t stand. She went, bought a bottle (or was with her, I don’t remember) and blinked quietly unnoticed into the shell from the edge straight, closer. The throat even squeezed a little. And – oh a miracle! The man found her immediately. Happiness has arrived! The joys of the community had no limits. They all left immediately. They did not know exactly what to do.

In the spring, six more bottles were removed. Or maybe more. Six are only officially registered, so to speak.

We have such people.

A teacher of Russian language and literature from Torzhka hacked the site of padonkaff and corrected all spelling and punctuation errors.

Answer to:
The Comrade!
Just like in torrents. Give up – give up.
I read the page of the Best - sort out the page of the Abyss.
Bring it to them, guys.)

— — — —
The first post on the border that embarrassed me
(I went to dig in the abyss)

I have a soap type. a fascinating film-black guys black members fuck black girls in black holes..... directly remembered-in the black-black city...in the black black street....:))))))

On Monday, an unknown person seized a polyethylene factory with puppies. Two units of the special forces have already joined the bandits, the third unit is desperately resisting.

The white bracelets were good.
Let us know each other? Not necessarily "I’m looking for a half", let’s just do something... But to look around in the subway and understand – it’s yours! They also know about the huyasse, the middle-class fursenko, the subtleties of bringing hot tea to the comp and a man from Thailand!)
Small things are enough. A smiley in the hand of a flormaster

Stalin is fucking
Stalin: Tollan fucking
Stalin is Tolyan!

There is an advertising slogan on the radio:
Every week in the network of universals "Ruby" hit the price! This week we’ll hit the eggs. Come here, you will like it!

Watched here on NTV "pure-hearted confession", showing a video of UFOs shot by someone on a mobile phone, voice after frame killed: "Well, no guys we fucked!!" o_o

to this:

The guy who was looking for the title of the book (On the spacecraft whose team bought the planet. And at the beginning the profession was determined by throwing a token into some machine.)

The book is called "The Queen of the Sun" and was written by André Norton.

To whom it is not difficult.
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He did not write, he wrote. Andrew Norton is a woman.

xxx: there is such a phrase, I don't remember whose - a woman's chest should fit into a man's palm.
YYY: I think that was what Valuev said.

How do you know that he loves you?
He knows the worst about me, but he keeps holding my hand.