to this:
Yes, I am so old that I remember Netscape Navigator

I’m so old that I’ve used 5 discettes and later mocked Windows 98, because it eats a lot of disk space (for useless) internet apps.

Zoya, I remember somehow flying on board, when at the landing they started to knock on a man 3-4... they were such a helmet-helmet... helmet... helmet... no one supported them and somehow they were confused, and the aunt sitting next to it exploded with the laughter of Lucifer... the most funny landing)

A century of high technology. I have a HTC Butterfly with an IP port. After downloading the application "Universal Controller DW", switched the phone in a private children's clinic on the TV channel from REN TV to Disney. They see if the controller is lost, and the telecast itself is under the ceiling and the buttons are there. My parents did not applaud me.

I want a bed with books below!!
My apartment will only consist of a bed and books. And another refrigerator.
XXX: What about the cat? And the man?
Man on bed, cat next to the refrigerator. Everyone their place.
xxx: all has been distributed
YYY: Rational management of the farm.

I sleep very sensibly, and once a long time ago, when the snow was going, I was awakened several times in the night by the noise of snow-gathering cars running along the avenue under the window.
Now no one prevents me from sleeping noisy at night, but in the morning I am standing in dead traffic jams overnight on the streets covered with snow.

From my first memories: When we first met him, he was playing tanks, throwing mysterious eyes on me :)

That’s what I know, Old New Year. The old school. Snow, snow and go to work.
Not that this new year, with rain and drizzle. = is

(c) Good_M0_ozg

Tagged with "Middle Earth":
You turn out a golden sheet, and inside - a baked pus.

From the forum of mothers on the topic "how to educate a child from the nipple":
Lapochka-Mamochka Ukraine, Zaporozhye
"One way to get rid of it is to get rid of it!!) In an uncomfortable place at the level of the child's growth. I need to go, keep the sauce sauce. As a rule, in such circumstances, the child quickly disappears..."
As I presented this, the phrase immediately emerged: - Dumb, our son is growing up!

XXX: I know one person, he says that the world is ruled by Satan and periodically beats his head at the wall... and so everything is okay, married, working.

How about yourself, as a wife?
I am normal, my wife has a new job.
HH: And how then?
YYY: badly
yyy: the boss is a young sleeper, constantly eats, does not give meals calm
YYY: and she’s shaving his ass walking
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YYY: I cannot
XXX: Are you waiting?
YYY: No
YYY: 2 months
YYY: And he is my son.

to this:
I think I am not the only one - I read the books of some author in the "pirate" library, liked it, bought a couple of paper copies; watched the "screen" of the film, interested, went to a expensive cinema for the continuation. And discs with cartoons Miyazaki generally ordered on Ozone, because in our city they are not sold banally. And if we do the opposite, is it PRINCIPAL NOT to buy content from especially stubborn copyright holders? Well, who instead of asking to "remove the distribution" requires to close an entire tracker, you understand what I am talking about. Maybe they will already come to know that "piracy" on the Internet is becoming more and more free advertising for them?

The whole thing is that these very “insistent rights holders” have nothing but a blatant shit. Therefore, for them, the fight against piracy is the only way for their product of ownership (read - life activity) to be bought by anyone.

I stayed alone today, my wife and son went for a walk. I, therefore, decided to paste a plastic threshold on the balcony on the "Second" glue. I poured glue on this detail, I did not regret, I carry, I sit down, I press.Well, I waited, I let go - zbs, holds. I wanted to go... wops...
Clay dropped on the road to the parquet, and I walked barefoot, and still with all the weight I sat for 3 minutes... intentionally. The balcony is open, ventilated, cold, I cannot close. The cell phone lies on the table, I see... touch - no, home even closer, but also no... I try to stick off - it hurts, it doesn't work, I sit deadly.
My wife will walk for at least an hour. At first, I called myself all that I call those who cut me down on the road... I tried to swim, I might wet a little, nifiga. Then I thought... May I, I apologize, squeeze on my foot? Maybe to ride? I shouldn’t have let myself be found in such an idiotic position, she would have laughed for another year... Well, I decided, ambassador... Nothing like that! As a result: I’m frozen, glued and overwhelmed... I’m sitting smoking, waiting for the inevitable shame and shame of my wife. It rings, I do not open, of course... It turns the keys, well, I think it all starts... If briefly, then after realizing what happened, she fell dullly on the floor and beat in hysteria... Then came closer, realized that I was sitting in the pit, learning that it was for the pit fell for another 5 minutes. Having taken my promise to bring her to a restaurant, she brought me a bottle of solvent...I now have a psychological trauma, this is how.
Go in the shoes, ladies and gentlemen!! to

If a girl sleeps the night before the exam with three guys, she will get three. If four, then four. If it’s five, it’s a great rating. At first I didn’t believe it, and then I decided. It turned out to work. It’s already three sessions for one five..."
YYY: This is probably such an act of ritual sacrifice to the gods of blasphemy and corruption, and that is why it works.

I thought that in Gothic there were three ungrateful and rude people... in Skyrim there were only one psychic! Well, I killed a chicken in the city... so one psychopath followed me about 2 km from the city to the mountains, with a knife!! And I said that Skyrim is for the Nordics! I think I’m running for Dancer.

Is it because I am black?

I'm a boy, I don't want to work, I want a girl and a radio-controlled helicopter.

From the discussion on the issue of emigration from Russia:

vovka_r: First time in the United States, before it was lazy to go for a visa. We have seen many countries, now we are seeing the fortress of democracy. Figeem from giant queues in shops. Well about freedom – here even dogs with a trap in their ass walk...:) In a literal sense, it’s like wine.

Zero striving for infinity is a very stubborn zero.

Crisis is when everyone offers to spend money and nobody offers to earn it.
Bakutkin

Those who have not been to Europe, beware of toilets, they are not in our brains!
In Stuttgart, a small need forced me to go to the street public bio-toilet in the evening. A single-seat cabin, very clean, bright, clean, filled with sensors and controlled by a computer. You throw a 2 euro coin into the door, the doors automatically open, the light is lit, you enter, the doors are closed. I do not suffer from claustrophobia, but since I have been engaged in electronics and computer programs all my life, it is a little stressful. Well, I did my business, I need to go out, and there are no buttons to open the door. Instructions too. What is stupid, instructions for using the sorting you write?
I included my logic, as the Germans wrote the control program, went - raised the toilet lid, poured water, closed the lid. Which sensor is used? Repeat the process. The door does not open. Maybe you need to sit on the cover, then get up, and then pour water? Repeat the process.
The door does not open. Yes is. What was forgotten? Can I wash my hands? I repeat the process again first. I raise my hand to the crane, the sensor works, the water runs, then automatically turns off, hopefully and sadly I look at the door – it doesn’t open. The prospect of spending the night in a rumbling German thrust did not inspire me. I cried out to my companion, who was left outside:
“Woman, this infection doesn’t let me go!”
He tries to give a bribe to the toilet by squeezing a coin into the gap.
The machine is relentless, does not take, and that’s all. It also does not respond to pins and strikes. Jenny is screaming:
“Stop, I’ll call the police!”
I have nothing to do, repeat the process, wash my hands, turn on the dryer... the fan turns off, the door opens.
Then somewhere I read the story of a man who went to the same dirty toilet in France. Having paid the imposed sentinels, our compatriot could not even assume that everything inside the cabin is sterile, and therefore, as it is appropriate for a pure homosapiense, went on to the toilet with his feet...
In the computer brains of the toilet non-connection: the floor sensor is turned off, it means that the person has gone out, the water is not melted, something is wrong, the disinfection has been turned on. The guy is sitting on the pot, doing his business, and then the light is turned off, and a shower of dissolve on him like a meltdown! He jumped from the toilet, the computer in general spelled: the door is closed, and a man appeared?! And hanging, pre-including the drying with hot air streams...
For several hours, rescuers cut off vandalism-resistant doors with autogens, pulling the mad miserable out of the chained legs of a Paris toilet. So I got away easily.