In adolescence there was still sexual arousal when solving square equations..."
I want. I want such a woman.

I was delighted by Jehovah’s Witnesses". They come and ask:
“Bla-Bla-Bla, and you know why man is not immortal?
No-U-U...
Because God was angry with Adam and Eve for their sin, he sent them to Earth and removed the immortality gene from their DNA.

Commentary on one of the Peter's Parks:
XHX: Untreated, forgotten by God park, which plays pop music from the hell of the 90s, and the view wheel opens a gorgeous view of the industrial zone.

One time, one not the worst aircraft engineer said, “The ugly planes don’t fly.”
The shrinkage of IKEA serves exactly as it flows out.
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Why so many prejudices about Ikea? It works well and does not look bad. And in general, "beautiful" is subjective.

Dear God,

I once asked one question. People lived in Germany in the early 20th century. As a child, they were taught to be kind, honest, and fair. They had fathers and mothers.

And then these people took the weapons in their hands, went to capture foreign lands and kill the people living there. Worst of all, they believed they had the right.

So here. When I said I wanted to figure out how this is possible, I didn’t mean "on the visible example".

The phrases of "Arabic" (15242):

They borrowed girls without makeup.
Well, sit, please, at home, personally enjoying your “foreign beauty”, and don’t force people around you to look at your face every day.

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When the cat has nothing to do, it lays the eggs. So the author of this opus of grief decided to pour anger on others. You cannot escape from your inferiority, dear. If you don’t like something, don’t watch it. And you should not urge others to adjust to your vision of the world. Think, maybe it is not the truth.

Latvia and Lithuania are the same country.
Slovakia and Slovenia – see and above.
Austria and Australia – see. and above.
Ireland and Iceland. and above.
Sweden and Switzerland. and above.
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Iraq and Iran have forgotten.

The bath stood up, but my hearing and the psyche of the neighbor below was not very, it felt to her that the walls I had fallen. Not right, in short, was my worker."

My neighbor did a repair at the top. Nanyal Jamsutov – the first thing they did was replace the entrance door – removed the old Soviet one and put two new ones with a small tamper between them on the thickness of the wall. And then started to do repairs in the bathroom, which, of course, decided to replace the old Soviet iron bath. It was only after replacing the entrance door that the jamshuts couldn’t pull this bathroom into the entrance... In general, a quiet family evening, we sat watching some movie... Suddenly such a thunderstorm, as if something had exploded and the house over us collapsed, like skyscrapers in New York after a plane crash. It seems that it is not a seismic zone and the house is not gasified, but, seeing all kinds of horrors in the news, we jump and run to the exit. There is another "explosion" over the head. and more. and more. As there are in some shorts with open eyes I run into the entrance, down the stairs and to the neighbor - the door is open to the opening (the shorts after trying to pull the bath did not close) and I observe the picture - these geniuses crowd up the bath to the ceiling and throw right on the concrete interlayer (the floors in the process of preparation for repair were already dismantled). And to stop these terrorists was another quest - no one but their "captain" they do not listen.

Ol, don’t quit until you find a job, you have a mortgage.
Yyy: Yes, if you are sober to weigh everything, then it is - mortgage, repair to do, change the car, give birth, maternity...
Where would you like to work if you left?
Lord of the Sea.
Zzzz: There are no ads.
XXX: She would open the IP.

Constantine is
From a randomly intercepted dialogue between a rather vicious boy and a clean, uncorrupted girl:

Do you like St. Petersburg?
Peter: Yes, I love Peter, I often hang there. City of Dreams, City of Dreams. The grass is great there.
She: Yes I think. A beautiful city. I remember his careful bushes. In Greece, there are rocks in the middle of the road.

Removed from the universe - missed a lot, did again. I never missed anything, even the most unnecessary. And now the History instead of me the historian is already a third class.

This happened a few years ago when I was in the active stage of writing a dissertation. It’s like writing a diploma, but not two weeks or a month, but about a year. At some point, life becomes simple and logical - thoughts revolve around one topic, words are picked for inexpressible reasoning. All other life activities become something auxiliary and remote to the 10th plan. The task of making tea is a simple algorithm, which is performed purely mechanically, as is the task of drinking it. The road to home is a tunnel for reflection that flows into the text.
I sat behind the compass, looking for literature. Also mechanically: killed the request, walked the links, jumped, killed the request... Waiting for the next book to start downloading, I felt a vague anxiety, increasing discomfort. Chaos that destroys my ordered consciousness. The response to the book was outrageous, it sounded as follows: "O wonderful wonderful world, discovered by a brilliant author. The unparalleled talent of the author has revealed to our world this miracle, which will take a worthy place in the library. The plot, presented by a perfect writing skill, makes you not break before reading from cork to cork, leaving a blessed ecstasy. But most importantly, it is the temptation with which you will once again take this book from the shelf, hold it in your hands, not uncovering, stretching pleasure, and only then dive into it with your head. The book was called "Theory of Probability. Mathematics and statistics"

He brought to make a clutch and said to paint it in a gray shade with a beige shade.
O_O
And stretched a picture of the shade, printed on a black and white printer.

DerArto: "V" - means Vendetta."E" - means there is no 3G internet.

But it doesn’t stop my man from breaking the door periodically when I sit down, knocking, screaming, roaring, and screaming something like – AGAAAAA, OZONE layer PORTICH, I FEEL ALL! :)), shut off the light and whisper to me - THAT'S YOUR EYES WAS STOPPED! and when I go out - to rush to the window, to cough hard, to wrap the window half there and there, to suck and whisper - lords, why is this for me, why, but the princesses don't worry! :)))))) at such moments I’m ready to kill him :))))))

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He would make a good couple with the one who loves to chew his husband under the ribs.

I'll go and calm down and read something from King.

This is:

XXX: Looking back to the future. Well, I don't know, in George's place, if my girlfriend had a child so similar to the guy who once walked to her, I would think she was walking to the left.

Marty was the youngest (third) child in the family, and disappeared from their sight before their marriage in the past. So Lorraine is not a walker :)

I explain:
This is:

and also here philosophers without insults reflect the emphasis in the mirror.

The fucking!! At night in the courtyard, during the day I read the quote and still can’t understand what is encrypted in this phrase. I have already tried the visitor, but nothing. Educate the idiot!

Coatminshredder

The author simply gathered in one phrase all the quotes from the last few days.
Here, one lady in the quotation was a philosopher's husband, another said something to someone without hurt (it would be right without hurt, I don't seem to be sure, but googling lazy). Well, to a bunch of here also pushed the literature with the daughter and a lot of everyone brought a joke about the vampire and the mirror. The entire website in a brief statement)

XXX: On the weekend I went to my grandmother to dig potatoes, there was a solemn presentation). He tried, smelled the whole day like a bull, good, in one word.

YYY: ))) to dig potatoes - yes, this is such a Soviet tradition of testing the juniches)))

XXX: I told him so " I wanted to get acquainted - please, but don’t get rid of potatoes"))
In our family, if you have not passed the test with potatoes - do not consider a man.

YYY: )))))) Yes it’s a lot of people like that)))
My then-not-husband of my mother removed the kitchen and hanged a new, the balconies of the house of my parents were washed)))

XXX: Knight tournaments somewhat transformed into socially beneficial labor

YYY: this bag of potatoes I dedicate to my beautiful lady)))))))

In my opinion, it’s a brilliant phrase: “I don’t promise to help you, but I can offer my brain as food for reflection.”