Straga: It grew up when leaving the cinema after the next American blockbuster the first thought in my head: the history textbook must be re-read.

I have a good acquaintance. Let’s say costume. She works as a driver on public transportation. He wears his beard and hair to his shoulders, which he collects in the tail. To wear it will be a typical daddy.

On its route there is a stop "Slava Labour". People who want to get out at this stop usually inform in advance.

And once, wishing to joke, to the loud "Glory to labor" from another passenger Kostya replied: "Glory to the CPSU!"

πCalled by

One website launched a guess on Brodsky. She asked if it would be possible in this event to gather the will and finally lose weight to the desired weight mark. Brodsky was ruthless and unambiguous:
"We like consistency, we like folds of fat".

From the comments on one track, under the distribution of discography "DEEP PURPLE":

Sorry, but in my opinion, Deep Purple is the most overrated band in the world. I persuaded myself again.

yyy: Try something more "easy", from Stas Mikhailov, for example, or from Nikolai Baskov. Leave the "overrated" Deep Purple to others.)

Zzz: Even Yuri Lozan has two tears :D

To avoid drowning, you need to know how to swim well, not be a shit.

The frosty weather.
In the collection "Remembering Mikhail Zoshchenko" there is such an episode.
Once in a large writer’s company, one of the writers (Stenitsch) improvised inspiredly:
- Well, you know, to enter the frostbite home, throw off the shirt, open the cutting door of the buffet, get the crystal graffiti, pour into a large bowl of vodka, infused on lemon crusts, put on a plate of samga...
- And, going to the other door on the chickens, to proclaim: "Barin, eat is given!" - passionately finished for Stenic Zoshchenko under a common whistle.

If you attach an empty wallet to your ear, you can hear the Government of the Russian Federation whisper in it.

On the hickey news about cowards with navigation, vibrating when a person needs to turn.
FirExpl: The phrase “Jope, I hear, we are there” begins to gain a new meaning)

Happy Birthday, I wish you happiness and health!!! to
Shall be saved! :D
I want to find a husband ?
This is the most painful mouse. ?
And the breasts are bigger!
And now I have a fifth...

Of course, if I call you Gondon, I mean reliability, integrity and a delicate banana aroma.

In high school, she lived with her grandmother in a private house. Not in the village, just in the city district of private construction. They ate mostly shop food, plus what grows in a small garden (grown not so much - a area of risky farming, you know).

One day a relative came to visit us. The salad served for lunch - ordinary, cucumbers with tomatoes and vegetable oil - impressed him just to the depths of his soul. Natural immediately feels, not that this is your buying nonsense, grown on chemistry! The soul is invested! To say that the cucumbers were bought in the nearest vegetable (sovdepovsky, with iron grid boxes and the smell of wet soil), and our own in that year all frozen to the damn grandmother during the spring frosts, we did not become. Why ruin a person’s impression?

Where is the soup?
On the balcony. Cut yourself as much as you want.

The great Russian theatrical director Stanislavsky said that there is the truth of life, but there is the truth of the scene. They need to be distinguished.
My daughter once said that if I don’t let her go on a date with her tattooed motorcyclist, she’ll go to the extreme — she’ll leave the house forever, where her eyes look.
It could be the truth of life.
But she had already gone. Translated from her language, it meant going to a girlfriend for a couple of hours and watching a video, buying cakes.
This is the true scene.

Korneevna: And we have coffee from the coffee machine, and cookies, and fruits, and glazed cheeses, and sausage, and cheese, and toaster, and bread for it. Sorry, three vacancies are just open for my project, no people can find :D

DyadyaVadya: I know how to eat all of the above. Am I suitable for you?

S is seed!
Do you want to do it, Barry?
NSU is slow! I raised you...Where did you raise my eyes? What I am... A! There was a dive in the car salon - do not worship, fucks. I see through my eyes – I learned, and not worship... Something to do, Semen...
There is a site such a special-s...
PS: This is outrageous again! I will shut down the internet for you, Holloway! Okay, joke... So go write – taught literacy? I will say what.
Listen to me tonight!
N.S. I’ve just broken you up... right now! Yes... I almost forgot – hint there who needs to – 1% as usual. Walk now...

The rural products
I remember how I, a city child, first came into a real village home only as an adult. In the refrigerator, I found something in the bank that resembled a slice. That is, it was possible to turn the open bowl and it, frozen, did not fall anywhere. I almost wanted to burn an egg on it, as the housewife told me it was their home cream.
So it’s funny to read about "liquid kefir"

What to do with cattle to make milk smell? If you keep a goat with ten in one barrel with a goat, and the cows are not washed and brought to mastitis - yes, the smell is still. Shop products taste different from rural, of course, but if you take care of animals, poultry and crop - nothing will smell. However, it is also desirable to have straight hands and at least a minimum of knowledge about how to cook them.

In fact, there is a complaint not about the climate, but about the holidays... And judging by your post, you would also be more comfortable to rest in May than in January... Or not?

I am not an author, but I am not. Spring is so good. There is a lot of sun, warm. Much less tired of going to work at +15, than at -20 with almost a polar night. And what, I work from 9, dawn in December-January at 9.10. And sunrise at 16.30, that is, from work at 18.00 you go back into the deep night. The only chance to see the winter sunshine is lunch and weekend. Honestly, I want to kill or get fired 3 years before retirement. Leave our holidays in winter!! to

When I was a child in the village, I was a rare hooligan, I loved to smoke. My parents went to town and left me and my aunt. My aunt went to the garden, sprinkled the carrots, and of course, she took me with her – not to leave one of the demons.

In the garden I then fled somewhere, then hid, which caused my aunt to be angry. Then I got a “good” idea. In the garden was excavated a boiler with water for irrigation. And next to the cottage is a grown hill of land from cottage. I calmly approached the cottage to see my aunt play. And then, when she turned away, I picked up a large stone and threw it into the pebble, wildly crawled and hid behind the hill. After a scream, the stone with a loud rush went under water. And after that, her aunt cried out, she was so frightened that she rushed through the whole garden on a super-sound to rescue her nephew who had fallen into the cave... When she ran, I stood up from across the hill with such a satisfied smile, as if I had just passed through the lively track of four hundred grandmothers.

My aunt did not share my fun and filled me with ringing lilies. Then the parents came and, when they learned about what happened, added to me no less calling counters. My aunt refused to take care of me.

πG7GWGWG

<xxx> yyy: Let’s get up from the different sides of the Gulf of Finland and flash each other’s lights? :D
You will be arrested as a Russian spy and deported to the Russian Federation, me as a Finnish spy.