to this:
The right to issue laws does not require exams, certificates, or even the mandatory passage of a psychiatrist and a narcologist.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
The right to elect those who make the laws – unfortunately, they also do not require.

as well as the right to give birth.

I crossed the belt from the 1st to the 2nd, then on the 3rd pair of holes..... no, less with divorce I did not eat, but I started to fuck more)))

...
Conditions of the Far North. Dozens of eggs - 140 p. Bride of bread - 24 p. (True, the cost of baking one bulk is 110 r., the difference is subsidized from the budget). Bottle of sunflower oil 150 p. The worst sausage at least 300 p. The doctor for example. Meat 1 kg 400 rubles. Pack of spaghetti from 75 to 130. Is it enough or more pricing?
...

The march of Samara is already in the far north.

Make this diva chat called "What can be eaten for 2500"

The reason for Povetkin’s defeat is that Klitschko led a dirty box, namely constantly beating Sasha in the face.

Beer is evil. Partly even more than vodka (causes addiction imperceptibly and makes girls cows irrevocably).
yyy: “make girls cows irrevocably” – there is a recipe for reverse transformation. You drink 250 grams of vodka, and voila - the girl has again turned into a slim lawn, well, or a mountain serpent...

Yesterday I saw aunt from work at home washing cellophane balls and drying to reuse them.
to my question
Why Why?
Answered
The Savings!
Moreover, it turned out that the balls are not bought at all, but are dumped in supermarkets, well, like they went to buy bread, cut off the puppy, and with it they caught 5 pieces.
I explain that NIFG then does not save.
They waste water on washing, soap, time and electricity.
I am now the universal evil, because I have broken them the pattern of saving money.
I hear that soon the wet cellophane balls will hang on the batteries at work - the aunt will carry the dirty from home to wash to work.

I cross this morning the crossroads on the green lighting signal, on the road a small blockage and the machines bar on the principle of "red ours, green common". To me on the left under a red toyota with a sign "U" on the roof. I, not thinking for a long time, touch the right mirror of the car, the car brakes and then next to it rushes through the chain another 2!I am in shock from this without looking back I accelerate the step and drop the spark, but hearing a scream in the back "Stand b@i!" I move on to run. Having succeeded, I came to the conclusion:
1st Observe the lighting signs.
2nd Keep the distance.
I - Decepticons 3:0 (because he is not good)

Work is like a woman. It is good and not very, but in principle, you can a mental balance with anyone. And if you could not satisfy yourself with one, you are doomed to wander through many things, and you will not be happy until you realize the true meaning of this sentence from your own experience.

<Sun> Can anyone have a movie "Interview with a Vampire"?
<ms_Shifu> is it a documentary?

About moving to New Zealand from the subsoil of Siberia to PMJ:
I think if I lived in the Netherlands I would have forgotten the existence of other countries and the planet as a whole - I would have returned to the original - the land on three whales and at the same time the land of EXCLUSIVely a real island.
I also think sheep would be there.)
1 and the goat.
1: and would live in a house 1.5 meters high with a round door.
1: эхъ... and the legs could not be shaved)))))))))))

and smart:
I hope that the smart man, who divided 6000 rubles for 1.5 million watts (1.5 MW) and received 4 rubles, was already advised to go to the store without a calculator?

What is not so? The price of electricity is in rubles per kilowatt. We get: 1.5 million watts = 1500 kW. 6000 / 1500 = 4 rubles per kilowatt. Can you go to school and learn life?

Dear Wives. It is a sin not to take advantage of your husband’s morning free erection. After all, it will take quite a little time, and you will have to pay 500 rubles for it. (The cost of one Viagra tablet)

YYY: Can we go for a walk?
XXX: I can’t
YYY: So what is it?
xxx fuck the house.
I have not been doing this since the second semester.
xxx: checked out
YYY: You don’t have an institute and the fuck knows what! The house is checked, the controls are arranged
You always say that walking is strictly prohibited.
XXX is strictly prohibited
Yyy: You are fucking studying at school.
Fuck, I knew it.
Wait, soon I’ll have to change my clothes xD

Arclite siege tank: Did I find a beautiful lesbian with a girlfriend?
Arclite siege tank: By the way, I dreamed at night that the boss was reading our chat at work. Are you like you, officers?
Arclite siege tank: Hey, do not sleep!
Fuck, what a dream. Write the code words. On Friday dreams come true.
Arclite siege tank: Yes, let’s replace all the words. Fucking to fuck.
Instead of laughing, you will laugh.
Arclite siege tank: Hey, let’s go!
Arclite siege tank: Since childhood I always wanted to laugh, but girls didn’t like my smile.
Arclite siege tank: We did this yesterday – and laughter and sin.
Arclite siege tank: Girls are good with guys who can make them laugh.
Arclite siege tank: He who laughs last laughs well.
Arclite siege tank: After my joke she got drops of mixture in her mouth.
Rainbow: Enough is enough! I laugh and everyone looks at me. :D

There are two things that are difficult for a man to do: not to notice the faults of others and to notice his own.

The class struggle

My Lviv classmate at the meeting told the harsh and tragic history of the class struggle of the seventh class with his oppressor and, in conjunction with the head of the school, Oksana Ivanovna.
The son of a classmate is studying at our same school, and Oksana Ivanovna taught them history.
The problem is that she taught this very story well very unambiguously, she just hates all the Soviet (although during my studies she was the chairman of the board of the pioneer team, active such was, well – it is so, by the way)
I myself do not especially regret the Soviet authority, because I have experienced it on myself, but what Oksana Ivanovna carried in her lessons was obvious paranoia.
"History, of course, has no concordant inclinations, but I always regretted that the brave German army could not take Moscow, Hitler would immediately liberate Ukraine from the damned communists..."
All in the same spirit.
The children fought as they could, but what could they do?
My classmate’s son once raised his hand and asked, “Oksana Ivanovna, if you hate all the Soviet things, why is your son riding a Soviet car?”
The boy was very hard then - his father was called, and at all, barely out of school for insulting the teacher.
It took me a long time to apologize, both to my father and to my son.
There were other cases of unorganized “individual terror,” when, for example, one girl said in class:
“Oksana Ivanovna, and my grandmother, a simple Ukrainian colloquial, told us that the Germans went wildly into the occupation and from their village few survived until the liberation of the Red Army, and you told us that the Soviet power was worse than fascism.
“Your grandmother is a dark, troubled collective farm with three classes of education, she has never been anywhere further than her sarai in her life. How can she judge historical processes?
And I graduated with distinction from the University, the Faculty of History! There is difference!? to
- Then how do you know that you were correctly taught there, because it was a Soviet university, false and pro-communist, like everyone in the USSR?
Oksana Ivanovna, reddened from anger, anger and the absence of counterarguments, almost broke out, but, unfortunately, it is almost not counted, and that girl was totally unsuitable.
And then the class developed a large-scale class struggle. An underground cell was established. Subterranean from the fact that in the same class studied Evna Azef - a nephew of the historian.

And then one day, in the lesson of history, at the moment when the Soviet power was unhappy, suddenly the whole class sounded loudly:

Union of Indestructible Republics of Free
He united the Great Russia forever.
Long live the will of the people.
The Unified, powerful Soviet Union!

Oksana Ivanovna ran through the walls and ceiling and began to whisper wildly, saying, whoever I find a phone with this shit, will fly out of school like a traffic jamming.
But the strange thing – the anthem sounded, and the source was absent. She has already run and run, like a spaniel in search of drugs, searched every corner of the class, but to understand - where exactly she plays, she didn't get any way.
The hardest thing was sitting at the teacher’s desk. Under the table is empty, on the table is a small aquarium with stunned fish and a cool magazine.
Oksana Ivanovna pushed the aquarium away, listened to the magazine and even for the chance went under the table, but the hated sounds did not disappear, they were everywhere and nowhere:

In the victory of the immortal ideas of communism
We see the future of our country.”

Zavocha trembled and tossed like a vampire on silver mines. The lesson was broken.
The next too.
Each of her lessons began and ended with the fruitless search for a microscopic choir with the orchestra that tortured Oksana Ivanovna with the Soviet anthem.
The historian tried to bring a specially trained and technically subdued support, but at such moments the music evaporated to sound with a new force, when the help, pressed by the shoulders, left the battlefield:

Through the thunderstorms the sun of freedom shone for us.
And Lenin has enlightened us the great way.

A month later, the vampire failed to withstand and escaped from the silver mines, since then the boys had a new teacher of history, until it is not clear - what fruit, but most importantly - not Oksana Ivanovna.
The revolution, about the necessity of which the unfortunate seven-class students talked all the time, has been accomplished!
And the most pleasant thing is that Evna Azef never hid the military secret of the boys-Kibalchish, and the weapons of the proletariat, it turns out, were hidden in the aquarium.
One girl (the one whose grandmother was a dark colloquial with three classes of education) brought a vibrator to the school, tied it in a condom, buried it in the sand on the bottom of the aquarium and at the right moments launched the hymn on blues.
The column passed the crumble to the aquarium, the aquarium to the table, and the table itself brutally tortured its mistress obsessed with anti-Soviet demons.
This is how it happens - if the bottom do not really want, then even the most powerful tops will not have time to collect suitcases.

Dear Admin! And you couldn’t change Werner’s website design by masking it as 1C. I feel like I’m still on the job!)))))))))))
You’ll burn even more when you look at “1C” and laugh.

We will capture the world so that no one will notice.
We become cats, blush.
I am not castrated.

It was a man’s joke, I didn’t understand it.
I: (I send you another one)
It was a female joke. 😉 I did not understand her either.
I am 😉
Is there a female bushorg?