The black square is not art, it is impotence, raised into a cult.
Joseph of Egypt

Where are the Negroes?? to

This strange story was told by a friend.
About our common friend.
Former Special Forces (and yet they are "former" are not), 120 kge and under
Two meters away, I noticed that six blacks had picked up a bag from his neighbor. The one with the bag prudently ran away, and the others
“They typically took the defense, and, say, it’s not foolish to intervene...”
What was further is not difficult to describe. One against five is even for the special forces, let’s say, a bit problematic. Although the end was clear in advance - the hospital, the traumatology department. For all of us!!! to
Moreover, Romka managed to cope with brain shock and scarring, and the Negro's affairs were much worse - numerous fractures, mostly in the joints.
Doctors, as always, were distinguished by humanity and understanding. They are all in one room!! Six is calculated.

A story in his name.
I come to myself, the eye from under the blanket pulled out...Opa! And on the neighboring beds, those slugs, each half in the plaster!
and smoked.
did not help. Exactly they.
I get up and get out of the blanket. I stand up. I see. Oh, and there is no one! Did I go out of the coil? Oh... how it wasn’t – electricity that was!
I stand up.
Well, the back turns and with the coordination of the movements is not all exactly... maybe what was broken?
It is already constructive. I need to find out what they are cutting.
I go. I take out a nursing nurse and ask for a “sick history.” I understand the medical carcasses – yes, no, nothing like that was not carved... where are the glucose?
I am returning to explore the area. Someone was lying on the bed. Even the mattresses are warm. Not the glue. Where did it all go? Well, let’s go searching.
To bend (under the beds to check) with a broken back was somewhat problematic, as was inspecting the ventilation windows. But from increased brain activity, the brain became easier. The search operation continued. Captured the doctor.
They were lying here...who?
Together with you brought. The Negroes.
Where are they divided?
Where are they going in the gips? You broke it all! Yes, the mentions are now
They want to come and talk to you...
Unnecessary proof that it’s not glue, but...!!! Where did the Negro go? In the gips? And the mentions... they will say that I’ve put them up in the fortress, and then prove that I don’t even know where the fortress is... The worst thing is that I remember yesterday’s events magnificently.
After evaluating Situbin, I begin to feel completely healthy and thirsty to find blacks as proof that I did not kill them. He just beat. For the purpose of self-defense.
I put the entire traumatology staff on the ears. I instructed. other territory. The nurses in the pace of wrapping the chambers, checking even in the tubes.
The doctor ran to shake the watcher - well, five blacks in the plaster are hard to not notice. Then the mentions appeared. It is great!
Indeed, the mentions turned out to be normal guys and got into the situation.
Join the search.

The Negro was found. In the bathroom, closed from the inside, and more precisely, in the bathroom itself, where they stumbled together with the "gips" and also covered with dirty underwear. Masked this way.
I also found a translator.
He explained that when they saw me rise, they also recovered quickly.

I was discharged and the Negro was put back in bed.

We bought our family pharmacy. Judging by her, we have two goals in life - to calm down and not to be embarrassed!

And if you are an anarchist and a rebel in your soul, then you are simply obliged to visit the Land of Fire - over the centuries there have been referred outragers of public tranquility and marginal sociopaths. In the company of their descendants you will feel at home, in addition, from here with your hand to Antarctica
xxx: and in the next piece you understand why marginal sociopaths help you feel at home
One of the tourists who bought our tour, then with enthusiasm told how he, wearing a frac and a white manicure, irritated the Argentine royal penguins, who took him for their cousin.

He witnessed a dialogue between two women coming out of the cafe:
G1 is out! Gaddafi was killed.
G2 – What to die!? to
G1 - Sorry for her.

The Friday evening. I sit at home. My grandfather’s birthday is like that. In the meantime, they are trying to break the banana (

My friend called, gave me the address, and I got to go. The young man walked around the area for half an hour until he saw a building called “Kindergarten No. 404”.
T_T

Have you tried to post the shit about vanilla and that with her!
Fuck them, fucking indifferent!

A colleague at work: A man, like a criminal case, does not start himself, he needs to be aroused.

The father was flying as a flight mechanic on a civil aviation plane and they had two special crews: one bird (Skvorcov, Voronov, Grachev) and the second consisted of aviators with the names of Gravilny, Grobovets and Scoropostizhny...After several months of flights the crew was decided to divide them on different cars, because it was really scary to fly with them.

The news:

Free Libya will live under strict Sharia laws.

She sent her husband and child to the jeans shop "Gloria"
Returned, rget: two sellers there at the box. One is named Eva Jokka, the other is Taia Fakova.
And I wondered where the foolish names of spammers all kinds of people that climb into friends come from...

I: Mom, listen, is this your Effenbachen living? I have all the flowers...
WOW, what another one! I have thrown it out twice.
I: Oh and what? Is he coming back?? to

Vladislav Tuhlenki: I will sell the tomb. B/O
Vladislav Tuhlenki: Preserved excellent

In the post:
Have you ever seen silver Scotch on sale? There are white and transparent. Here in American films is constantly used silver Scotch..."
Probably the choice in favor of the silver scotch fell out of aesthetic considerations :) Otherwise I imagine as in any movie Angelina Jolie glue her mouth with a transparent scotch and her puffy lips erotically float under it :)

iskL: Note: if you don't catch the phone, you decided to call your best friend from the husband's phone, and on the screen shines "Sergey Gennadyevich - Compy" - it's for divorce.

When you see what’s following you on the Google search bar, you forget what you were looking for :)

I went home yesterday and went through a drama. Theatre...
A 10-year-old girl travels with her mother. I hear from her the question - "mama and what is a drama. The Theatre? Are you playing the game?"
0_o...and we were also called a generation of dissidents...

After the return of our admin from the outgoing corporation:

The last thing I remember is playing bowling, throwing the ball out of my head!! to

Recently I have a habit of responding to unclear phrases - bla bla bla. I recently visited a friend. I got back and I got a message:
"You can rub your hands.
Alice (daughter) on my attempts to raise her answer me BLA BLA BLA!!!and "