With Mile Ru:
What to do if the TV is hanging?

That’s how the generation grew up. :)

My wife and I bought a new washing machine with a vertical load and immediately decided to test it. Loaded, switched on and all things. The cat walked around the machine for a long time, but not finding the window, sadly looked at us and offended left.

From personal correspondence:
You are like a black man in a Viking helmet praying.

Optimist: the bowl is half full!
Shinso

Echo: I said it yesterday.
Echo: that it is not worth it to burst and stand under the sun at +30++
Echo: and feeding the mouse
Echo: buy better for 3k potatoes
Enough for the winter.
#yolo: potatoes in the store are worth a shit
#yolo: in the
Echo: fine there tomatoes and other
Echo: but the potato...it’s going naked
#yolo: plant it to swallow, poison webcows
#yolo: the cloth
Tagged: digging
Echo: Spat the Earth
Echo: to be the norm
Echo: Totally Ohuel
Echo: I didn’t take care of grandmothers like I did about potatoes

1703: In order not to appear to be stuck in the swamp, Peter I ordered the founding of the city.

Mangalore is a man who makes chopsticks in mangalore.

What are you doing with the mouse? Passed through the stomach?
I am a fool (I sit and cry)
Oh of the hoodie! What is there again?! to
ууу: everything went according to the plan, I came then, cooked him borscht, he was all walking around, looked, and I was such a whole business, useful(( he dropped two plates at once, almost described by joy((
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
WOW: Well, and... I went home happy, I sit, three days I wait for him to finish the pot of borst (on the fourth he calls, happy such, thank you, says, Lenka, you are a miracle of miracles, and borst your miracle! I have all bloomed, and here it continues - I cooked yesterday according to your recipe, I managed to get broken! Thank you, you’re a real friend, I’ll never get married! :' and ((
You are my brain, you are the queen of friends 😉
WOW: What should I do?and (
Meat in a pot, your crown, learn to do it! Maybe he’ll thank you again, you’re a miracle in the feathers!
I have to say:'(

The phrase from the discussion of shoes on the forum: "Mode is looking for its idiots".

Happiness is just a dream fulfilled in time.

My son, 4 years old, said to his mother, “Don’t hate me! I’m not your dad, I won’t be silent!”

The basic rule of the relationship between the pedestrian and the driver: each of them must think that the other is an idiot and at any time can do the fuck knows what.

It feels like there is nowhere else to talk about except IT quotation!!! And these are sadly citizens of emptiness and truthfulness. I and my friends send you a warm greeting with wishes that you all have a gap ;)
Yin, Yin and Yin))

On the matter of clouds on the platforms, for the dumb and incomprehensible.

Evacuation plans, regulations and other emergency labours are made taking into account that the staircases are not forced by all kinds of bars. They must be FREE from your livelihoods, wheelchairs and other garbage so that, in the event of a fire, earthquake or some other mess: a) you could take your body in time, as well as the bodies of your children, cats, dogs, grandmothers and other fauna from the hell of the fire / disrupting fool out; b) the MCHS could get to the burning apartment in time, until she, and often a couple of neighbors, burned out to such a grandmother.
As you understand, of course, if your brains have not yet dried up and have not been replaced with "unashedeti!"", or "unashedeta!"", or something else, in a situation where the site is overwhelmed with "very valuable things": a) you will not have the time to get out, because if one chromon and can face him "nothing interferes with him", then when the crazy flock is broken, the first stumbling creates a bunch of small things, while, of course, the risk of stumbling incomparably higher when the site is forced by wheels / bicycles / bits and other bars; b) the firefighter will send you to the fucker and not just fly there, because it risks him to break his shell, and

Keep the fields clean and unshaken.

There lived a boy and a girl. They were friends from kindergarten, grew up and grew up together. Only the boy and the girl were friends, and the girl was in love with him. The boy met with others, separated, ran to the girl to cry. The girl supported him and quietly suffered herself and cuddled alone. And then one day a boy knocked on the door, dressed with flowers. I ask forgiveness, hands and hearts. Seven years have passed since then. They are alive, the children are alive. And all why? Not all people in this world are fools. And those who are fools have a wise mother who once went to her son who was suffering from another foolish star and said, "Igor, this is what you have for a fool, right? You are all foolish, and Olga is cheering! He quickly raised his ass from the couch and began to think!"
Thank you, Mom, for a happy family. Waiting for the second grandson.

Einstein cancelled the costume, introducing fashion on the sweater. Now almost no one wears the suit - except for the mafia (see the advertisement of the bandit's own opossus), the bridegroom and the witness. Per in diplomatic and oligarchic circles, where traditions are still strong, it makes sense, but even for officials, costumes are not relevant.

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You read a monologue of a man who received an education in advertising.
Facepalm

I in 1992 brought from Lithuania one of the first foreign cars in Zelenograd - VW jetta, all such a cherry, shiny foreign car, and in my yard of the 14th entrance 16th floor house it was generally the first foreign car, and it looked like a very foreign spot among the Moscowis, Zaporozhye and Jigul. So the favorite to touch was the mass - then the mirror will be torn off, then the courtyards will be tied to a knot, and one day on the cap a pot with a flower flew. I had to get rid of it, struggle with the selection of paint - cherry metal was not sold in our markets. I found, painted, the next day I go down to the car in the morning, and on the hood with love so, diligently, with a nail not less than 100mm, the method of cold engraving scratched "I'm broken"... I almost cried out of powerlessness and hatred to compatriots. I would have a registrar...

to this:
“People, little children, this is not the path chosen.
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This is precisely when children are born on the machine, and not because they consciously wanted, then unfortunate troublesome children grow up in unfortunate nerve-stopped parents. And it is only necessary to turn on the brain and protect yourself when there is no clear desire and intention to have children. But it’s probably too difficult for the infamous 95% of idiots.

I talk on Skype with a friend (living in Poland, Catholic). We talked about monks.
I remember how they are called: gods... and here the 8-year-old says - cows?

Yesterday night I went into the bedroom in the dark, carefully bypassed the bed and spit on it. And only in the process of the flight I realized that the bed I did not dismantle and it is still a couch.