You are a mysterious woman... You have wiped everything around!

My mom, when she passes by my room, always looks at the monitor. and seeing there a dotha, or another pachabshina, begins to argue that I am lazy, that I do not need anything, that it is for this that I was removed from the institute... and only when he sees the page with BOR says: "Molodec! Do you teach?and "

zloy: and if you install an expix in the virtual box, put another virtual box in it and put Linux in it - will it work?
The Catch, are you?! to

From the hub, in the topic dedicated to Linux Ubuntu. Video attached to the news:
The girl looks like a penguin :) (+2)
Don’t worry, the girl is cute! and (+1)
The pinguins are cute too :)

Usually his father is driving home, but then he got sick, he had to be replaced. I sit behind the steering wheel and start looking for the pedals and out loud "Bla, where is the gas?". The passengers behind were nervous.

xxx> I don't know what to do now
yyy> well what - kill, rob, fucking goose
zzz> ha
xxx> and
zzz> your mother!!! and ah! I wanted to say AHA!!!! to

by Meriton

We are looking in Google sites dedicated to charity and help sick people. We hit the "Save a Man" site, the first thing it releases is "Kill an American, Save a Man!".

I work as a night guard on the object.
Thursday, the working day is over, I'm doing a tour. In one of the corpses, men sit, workers, drink. They are already quite drunk.

Men, why are you sitting here today?
It is Friday, we note.
Today is only Thursday!
Tomorrow I’ll still drink.

Title of News:
"In Latvia — the deficit of men"
The commentary:
"One more year
There will be no men.
Eggs in the museum.
Hundreds of women will come.
To see them.
And a little bit for the end"

And my grandfather doesn’t buy me ice cream so I don’t get a cold.
What a caring old man.

by Gus

I know what Twitter is. This is when you want to write a SMS, but no one.

A convincing proof that I love guests is that if you want me to knock on the door, you need to connect two wires.

Congratulations to Tania!! to
My hatred is Michele!! to
Arthur: My indifference to miserable people.

(Message received on the dating site):
and maxime:
Hi, I am 18, deprive me of my virginity if I need to send a photo

I am deprived of my virginity by photo. and expensive! :D

Then my mom decided to hang a til on the balcony.
WOW : Yes? Why the Tule?
Noah...the first floor, there are all sorts of things like I take off the rope clothes in a lithium, and in front of us there is also a private VIP hotel.
WOW: They will now have to remove one star because they no longer have an erotic channel.

The Romanian:
How to surprise a girl in bed?
The Chess! She will surely be in shock.
by Lady Vixen:
Well, that depends on how sharply they will appear in bed.
The Romanian:
You kiss... You’re already naked... He says, a nice baritone – let’s play? and chess
by Lady Vixen:
Or better...
by Lady Vixen:
You kiss... a crowd where the thread is in the hall... you dress up on the way to the bedroom... already naked... He says, with a pleasant baritone – let’s play?, with a sharp movement of his hand, he pulls the blanket from the bed... And.... The Chess!! to

Dreams come true if you water them with deeds.
by Mark Alishin

Lobby Attack
This story happened forty years ago. My late father was considered a major specialist in projects of rescue and restoration of architectural monuments. He even had several inventions in this area.
One of his inventions was a beautiful chromium piece, made on order and existing in a single copy. My father gave it to someone who was on a trip to the object.
That time, a aunt from Daddy's department went on a trip. She herself is fragile, thirty-five years old, with a woman’s bag in her hands.
of Zakarpatia. The old semi-destructed church and our aunt alone in the evening, arriving at the object, begins to make measurements, etc. There is a healthy cloud with very bad intentions, which it does not hide.
On one side the field, on the other the forest.
In the beginning, the man decided to rob our aunt, which was easily accomplished. He took ten rubles of money from his bag, a passport, a roulette, and got to his dad’s brilliant stuff. Then I forced her to take off the blouse.
The woman slowly began to say goodbye to life, because to dig a corpse in the Carpathians, it is such nothing.
Before finally ruining his karma, the man studied the thing with interest:
What is this?
My aunt woke up with courage.
Are you not playing in your village? It is a spirit guitar. U is
All of us in Lviv went over to such guitars. It sounds like a guitar.
It only needs to blow in it like a pipe. It’s better than playing it.
Anyone, even those who do not know the ordinary. Bad is only what cannot be
Sing and play immediately. One has to sing, the other has to play. The husband's guitar
But I lack the strength to shoot...
It looked stuffy and really beautiful: Chromium metal frame
30 to 20 points. Hole, hole and buttons. It is obviously inexpensive.
The thief turned and turned her in his hands:
A... I remembered. I saw this thing at a wedding, I didn’t really play it. A is
Let me show you where they are? I have forgotten...
Go into that hole and blow.
The man leaned the stuff to his lips and that there is a strength of the puddle. There was only a swallowing splash.
Is it not playing?
First blow and then press the button.
The man inspired and pressed.
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And this tool was used to study the hardness of bricks in ancient buildings. When a button was pressed, from this piece, under the action of a powerful spring, a hammer with a steel ball at the end flew out and made a hole in the brick. The smaller the hole, the stronger the brick.
No matter how healthy this robber was, but his forehead was not made of brick. Although it is necessary to pay tribute to him: he managed to not die with a pierced skull before the arrival of the police and the ambulance.
Since then, my father has been travelling on such journeys on his own.
No one called him, other than his guitar.

Monarchy is a type of state system in which the highest position in a country is transmitted sexually.

xxx: You couldn't flute late, I can't read :D
No need to read, write :D