The cat has mastered the trick - to steal quietly from behind to the person sitting on the chair, to get up on the back legs and tap his foot on the shoulder. It’s like a heart attack in an empty, quiet, midnight apartment.

by No. 16970

First of all, who told you that a girl must have written? Paul is not mentioned anywhere. Or can a male representative have a different opinion than yours? And also the person on the other side of the screen can also have a disability and not be as happy with life as you are. Isn’t it so pleasant to dress?

Second, you pathetically called abortion murder, although the law thinks otherwise. Tell me, where is the boundary? You know, there are such diseases, living with which for a child means daily inhuman pain, and for parents - constant hellish labor. Do you want to give birth anyway? And there are also situations in which the child during the birth can survive, but the mother - no longer. Do you want to die so that you are well? This is just interesting.

It is much more humane than roaring a cat, exposing it out of the bedroom at night and bringing the unhappy animal and yourself to the stress of the biorhythm mismatch.

It is much more humane not to have a cat at all. I don’t want to follow feeding regimes, win a cat on schedule, look for a place to catch it during trips... And I just don’t catch it. That is all. I don’t bother cats, cats don’t bother me.

The corridor is shared with the neighbors, the electricity was opened by the wife, the neighbor looks because of her open door. The electrician asked the cloth to wipe the dust in the electric shield. The neighbor runs into her apartment and returns with a dry cloth. The man smells dust, the latter abundantly sows the big son, standing in the corridor just under the shield.
Wife: You would at least wet her...
Neighbor (with a dark view fighting with the lock of her door): Please, only the wet cloth in the shield needs a set. The gloves gloves. The rubber carpet. I have not. White shoes are still available. I don’t have them, I just have grey.

The poor man trembled.

Here, granddaughter, you’re grinding the strawberries on the sandwich, and I still remember how we ate them with the spoonfuls.

Q: Fuck, how old am I... How can I explain to young people what is Dial-App?
NN: Don’t go deeper, Fido they won’t understand.
Q: Did you catch up with Fido? I mean, I am a young man. ?

The Blind:
It is naive:

I call the girl, the young man answers: "Allo."
I ask: "Can Irina?"
The voice answers: "Who is asking it?"
I say: "Such is something."
The voice answers: "You probably don’t call there."
I ask "Why then you ask "Who is calling?"
Pause, then, pip-pip-pip-pip-pip In general, either it's the FSB or I really got the number wrong

Rye to tears from your naivety, guy :D Do you still have horns that are not preventing you from moving around the apartment? Fuck me, fuck me :-)))

Where did he say he was calling his girlfriend? Stop inventing it.

xxx> Did Nafiga surrender in the dark?
yyy> On the street April )) at 7 p.m.
yyy> Well, if the meltdown doesn’t start again...

I have a long sluggish conflict with the head of the department, now he has entered the stage of exacerbation, everything is terribly over, I begin to look for a new job.

At the end of last week went to an interview in one place, there asked to fill out a short questionnaire - FIO, date of birth, last place of work and the reason for finding a new one. For a second I thought - if in the last column to write the surname-name-fatherhood of the boss, I will be understood correctly?

Under art on lesbian themes.

YY is:
From all my black rotten and heart hated lesbian men understand they will not get you.
p.s
They excite me too, but that doesn’t change anything.

The FFF:
YY, in order to love, for example, painting - it is not necessary to tick a member in the painting of the artist

Advertisements are pleased. Today is 2 =)
1) next to the Novosibirsk circus, there are two banners (read in one line): tigers, sumatras, fur fair, liquidation... Always suspected that the circus had problems with financing. But to be so =))
2) Pricelist in the store (also without signs of interpenetration): coffee flavor vanilla soluble glass =) But a glass of soluble no one wants? and :)

A publicity tour, a crowd of people walking around the cool hotel of the international network. After a welcome cocktail, everyone is invited to the roof to look at the cafe - they have such a chip. Climb up the stairs, or on the elevator - guess what will the majority of skilled managers choose :-)

The 1st group went. On the roof (6th floor) the elevator stopped, but the doors did not open. When everyone realized that the elevator was stuck, someone said melancholy:

"That croissant was still too much..."