Give the password to proto.
- GIzdvgceYUdzB0EA
Is it so short?
In order not to forget.

Hicks, discussing the shutdown of websites in India.

xxx: Where, in India to have fun github this fucking of us will be
yyy: It’s just the disconnection of India from oDesk. The collapse of global development is ensured.

Two of my daughters fought at work.
One with a foam in the mouth proved that "what is good and what is bad" wrote Mikhalkov
The second quietly stated that the author was Mayakovsky at all.
by Mikhailov!!!! to
What is it? ? ?
- illiterate, Sergey Mikhalkov, author of the hymn!!!!! to
Mayakovsky and calm down.

here the boss interferes (has gone unnoticed) and offers to look at the internet, because it would be time to work already, and not to be measured by poets.
The chief was asked not to interfere, after which the first aunt said:
look at your internet, but first bet, on the bottle "Hennessy", that the author Mikhalkov
Second: OK, let’s argue that Mayakovsky.
Everyone stops working and gathers around the arguments, someone breaks the bet.
Looking at the internet, the first aunt cries and thinks that everyone is lying there.
second aunt with a laugh: and you call a friend or use the room tip

Summary from the boss: the deal is more expensive than the money, the argument goes for cognac, on the way goes to the pharmacy and buys a sedative and something to improve memory. By the next NG will be on the table to read poems of Mayakovsky for Santa. The working day was extended for half an hour, which flew into the pipe because of a stupid baby dispute. Who in the future will come hunting to bet to come to make a bet to him in the office personally.

The more people share democratic values, the less they all get.

Yesterday the exam was, came to him from a big and evil body and everything for some reason does not stick and does not work, but the fellow group sat and smiled at something, looking at this ticket, although his condition was similar to mine, and to hysterical joy it did not look like, felt sincerity in his emotions, after which, not long thinking, he stands up and confidently with a smile on his face goes to the bedroom with ready answers.
The first thing he did was to start telling some New Year’s verse, with spells, but still with intonation loudly and clearly, as it should be. After that, he approaches the board and begins to paint... Snowmen... his talent was obviously present, Snowmen succeeded. From above it was also signed: Granddaughter of Santa Claus.
Discomfort reigned in the whole audience, at first I thought that I had some problems in my head, considering that this exam was conducted by our dean and liked to deduct unreliable students even for non-essential provinces, but all to one took off their tickets and watched the outcome with an annoying smile.
After painting a slim Snegurka, he approaches the basement with a note, the dean shrinks there something and says: "With the new year went to the figure!!)
As it turned out in the check-in he had five, and that ticket was one for all our flow, which the dean in honor of the New Year himself wrote))

In America, they invented the "black Friday", when discounts in shops reach 90%, and sell up to 85% of the goods.
Our went even further and invented the “black December”, raised prices three times and sold everything!

My cats feed, I am embarrassed to tell, an incomprehensible love for latex. Good gloves (I like surgical instead of household, my dishes in them and I paint my hair), pull in the teeth - and let it. But this... when in the field of sight, sorry, condoms... if you don’t have time, they pull them into some of their nits. And then they can, for example, at the time of accumulation in the house of guests to take in the teeth to the middle of the living room and put it. Yes is

Bones: Thanks to people who photograph not food, but how, for example, the adsl is packed.
The Modem! Otherwise, I would have clogged with the cables for a long time.

On January 4, anyone who wants to jump will be able to hang in the air for three seconds.

Whoever does not jump is a technician.

X: I have long been interested in the question of how to correctly write "silence".
Through the gap :)
x thank you. Writing through a defiant ("by silence") is not possible here in principle or are there any exceptions?
Exception – the WebMoney Classic program. There *"by silence" is written exactly like this and no differently :)
y: they bought this right =))

This is:
I went to Dacia. There we had wood in the barracks. I told my neighbors about it. The neighbor is like this: "Yes, you have fig trees, thin". It does not burn...
In order to avoid theft of wood, you can feed them with silicate, dry and enjoy the result. The main thing is not to throw such wood into the oven.

(Considering the photo of a guy with a long new-fashioned hairstyle, in shoes on a high platform, in sloppy shortened pants - this frick)
He must have a very cool and fast car.
Why did you take it?
People on the streets could not be so tolerant.

The Syrian hamsters are cool.
Their cheeks are so offgenic, they are filled with food... But these hamsters are also offgenic - they really think that you can joke in these cheeks... Otherwise you won't explain why they push 5 nuts there for so long and persistently, which immediately fall out.

There are no bad children. There are stupid parents (C) Dad.

The same applies to dogs. Another sect of humiliated and offended fucking.

P.S. I was driving on a electric car on Saturday night. Electricity is nearby, population - 1 person per compartment. A miracle judo with three trailers clings to Vichino and goes straight to me. After a large-scale swing of spots into clothes and a flash survey on the subject of the desire to swing (for the whole car itself), all three are given tablets, and all three are wrestling three different games with maximum volume. You can guess how beautiful it was. When I polently clarified whether the lady knew that headphones were invented before her birth, and whether she would not want to introduce this achievement to the electronics of her children, I was called a bitch and a detoon hater. The surrounding population was divided 50/50 into supportive and sympathetic (gender and age).
I will remember millions of such cases in my life. And always "go fse nahui,ya fairy".

And also about children in public places: restaurants don’t just lose a portion of their profits. Recently we just had to get up and leave because of a child’s scream. Oral, like a fire sirene, a kind of two-year-old child, the second was subdued to him, the third, fortunately, was caught and taken away. The staff looked depressed, but when we realized it was too much, we left without making an order. There was also a large company in the neighborhood. I don’t think the orders of these crazy seeds would even approach our total check.

Something seriously needs to be done about it. Detophiles are always talking about violating their rights, but at the same time no one thinks about adult people who just want to rest and / or drink in the normal atmosphere of any other institution other than a bar or strip club. Because "one-mothers" and "one-children", and the most unrighteous person in our country is an adult, working and childless.

That is Rasha!
I work as a taxi. Customers quietly pulled off my hat, put it in their bag, and the bag... right, safely left on the back seat.

It was originally about babies in cafes and restaurants. What can be the child's upbringing, and what does he do all night in the restaurant? Ten years ago, no one went to a restaurant with children up to a year ago. Right now and nearby. The fact that a child is uncomfortable to spend there all night is not an argument for such parents at all.
And older children - at 2-3 years, a normally educated child of adequate parents, who took with them various children's entertainment and are ready to pay attention to their baby there, can quite occasionally spend 1.5-2 hours in the restaurant without serious harm to themselves and others.

A Negro came to Ukraine and stayed there in some station. 20 years have passed.
And here he is on the electric. The Negro himself with huge goats gray in a choklad village hat, in a shirt and wide pants with a choklad huge bag.
He enters the semi-station and sits in front of his grandfather, too. Grandfather arranges, He raises his eyes and looks at the neighbor with astonishment. The Negro, not paying attention, climbs into the bag, gets fat bread, onion, knife, cuts off a healthy piece of both and begins to snack, while brewing something from a turmeric paddle.
Grandpa can’t stand and asks:
Son, who are you?
Who... who... who... who... who! The Negro answered.
So who am I? My grandfather is scared.
Bishop knows you. You can be a mosque, you can be a Jew.

The American depth is worse than the Russian - no free medicine, everyone sits without work on the velphar
– – – – –
Have you lived all your life on a wheel? Yes is? Could I be there? I was a very good girl. I worked my whole life, first as an engineer at the CB, then as an IT specialist in the hospital, now as a translator. Without work I did not sit a day, the salary was always white... 11 thousand I had a salary, now it was 16. We have a poor district. I hoped so much for my Soviet experience... I earned very well in the CB. But it turned out to be too little, and now at 55 years old I have a pension of 8 thousand. If it wasn’t for the Soviet Union, it would probably have been 6-7 thousand. EVERY LIFE to work and pay low contributions to the Pension Fund, and live on "velfar". No, I have already accepted that I will not apply for retirement before 60. If only the office in which I work did not burn! Where to find a job after 50 years? About "free medicine" in the depths - tell confident Americans. It is free, but medicines are very paid. About a specialist for a month in advance and about queues for hospitalization in a few months... and what to say there. Sadly the Americans.

XX wildly shouted that it was her, honest money, and that she was about to prove that she had earned them. "Prove it" said the investigator. After a week of XXX changed her mind and shouted that it was honest money, she honestly pumped it... gave it! "And who?" asked the investigator. " A very good man. He will say it himself!"- she cried XXX, and the topic quietly passed away. Because people who can donate 1.5 million euros in tax, do not like to go to the investigator - there, if you knock on the thread hanging from the sky, the elephant can fall accidentally, and not alone. No one wants to fit in for a crazy dumb aunt engaged in some muddy and non-money engine.