His wife has a back pain, walks and holds onto the back, complains that, say, everything, the cappuccino, old age has come. I comfort her:
We wanted to get old together, so we met old age. Give it five!
We shake our hands and start playing.
The Wife:
Well, yes, we met old age and we met Alzheimer’s.

The Alzheimer’s? I do not remember.

c) The Tambu

We have found large oil deposits in Ukraine, otherwise why do the United States call us to democracy? A humanitarian bombardment.

I talked to a client yesterday, asking for whom the contract was signed? He cried out to someone: “Igor, what is your name?”

My husband was born in Germany. In the evening from his side, hints, hopes, attachments, and I am rubbed, I cannot. He begged me a peaceful night and slept. I woke up at 4 in the morning, forgive me, fucking! Well to drive it out would be stupid, pulled in, in general, everything ended well =) Lie, baldeem, such a dialogue:
“Why are you, a bad little bitch, at 4 in the morning, without a declaration of war!
You are sleeping =)
Kiev was asleep in the 41st.

Milky Spring... Oh God what a man... Nicholas, I can’t forget your Lily-Lala...
Someone, erase my memory!
There is a separate boiler for them, I believe!!! to

The head in the sand is also a vital life position.
without a doubt! There under the ground crabs, with them you can buckle%)

Review of the film "1+1"
A great film, the plot at the height, touches the corners of the whole soul, especially the end.

The cat scuttled the tree again. Is that what I should do with this dirty pudding?
Have you tried to put it on the wall?
- Fuck, it's sure that it's a puffy hue when it's going to jump on it again, in the wall wheeballos :D

And yes, I remind everyone, fulfill your civil duty – don’t forget to miss the shit.

From Habr:
From the moon, despite the weekend, news from the Chinese spacecraft, "Chania 3" (landing station) and "Yutu" (the moonwheel itself). So, as for the landing station, its main color camera failed to withstand the lunar night.
The Soviet lunar rover responded to the signal 40 years later. And here, the camera of the night did not survive... Surely the Chinese was... ;)))

How to get rid of the Olympic fire? Thus, throwing it into the slope of Mount Orodruin is a proven option!

And suddenly Orrodruin just appeared? When the Olympic fire was thrown into one of the slopes of the ordinary mountain, and it began...

Tanya: Sit in the car. The child asks, “Why don’t we go?” I say it’s cold outdoors, we’re heating the car. And then the child says: What is the ass? by ROFL

iago: Although I realize that the photos are real, it looks like a bad render. Light no hell (per the post-processor does not understand the basics of Photoshop), the surface looks somewhat too smooth and shiny.
Zelenyikot: Too smooth and bright? What are you comparing to?
CyberAP: Probably with Bender’s ass.

The New Year >
A child’s playground in the picture? In general, often at such venues, in the evening, citizens gather. They eat sunflower seeds, discuss the work of Block, Gogol, Prishvin, use various drinks, joke. You can ask the passers what time it is. If you don’t read Balzac, you can give him a dussol.

of sexual poses.

I remember when my wife

A little over the plate.

I cook meat for lunch.

xxxxxxxxxxx:
On the night before an important exam, she re-read lectures, then as the students go, she laid a notebook under her pillow, so that the knowledge for the night itself penetrated into their heads. I woke up in the morning with a notebook under my ass...it’s all right, that’s what I think.

I seem to have found my neighbor’s car with a perforator – someone’s tree is spinning in its front glass.

The problem is not who is a believer, who is an atheist, who emigrates, and who stays – the problem is that they are all talking about others.

Alexandra
And now, my gift.
I will not bear expensive jewelry and any serious gifts at all.
Therefore
We’re going to celebrate at Jean Mill, or wherever you want, at my expense.

Anastasia
I want a shit!!! to
And to bite!! to

Alexandra
Words of a True Lady

I come home with a beer, two and a half cups.

Wife: What is this?
I am a hooligan.
Wife: What kind of hooliganism?
I am small. From two to five...