XX: Look around – every unattractive has a shade.
YYY: I don’t have, don’t fuck.
You are not attractive enough.

My 11 year old daughter is at my grandmother’s house. We are rewriting. I ask how things are. Reply to:
I eat grandmother’s pasta – not hot, not cold, not salty, not sweet – not yellow, not colorless – but there is no way out.

by Ho! The first snow!

Today the first snow like the first sex - sudden and no pleasure, but there is a feeling that now will be regular.

I work in a brigade where 4 out of 5 Tatars, usually when working communicate in Russian - so that I understand, but when difficulties move on to their native, and communicate in some short phrases. I told them that they remind me of minions – they’re rubbing :)

The Women’s Forum. Title of the topic: "What are you cooking in the dishwasher?"
Startup: Yes, you didn’t think, you just cook. I just read what appeared, and by the way, such a new direction in cooking. I wonder if there are people here who have mastered the new technology? Share the experience.
One comment: A great topic. In addition to cooking in the dishwasher, you can cook pineapples and eggs on a stove. Cooking sausages in an electric cup. With the right skill - and pasta. Dry small things in an electric boiler. Keep the meat warm by attaching it to the air conditioner. Divide the meat with a gasoline. Smash the eggs with an electrocut. And it can also make holes in sweaters. Just for beauty.

Demand → Fan.Reader: You know, and I remember well the moment when I HATE WITH THIS TELEVISION PROPAGANDA (laughs on school political information- not counting)- January 1986, I am on urgent service in SA, mandatory viewing of the program "Time", a rector (woman!) With indiscriminate joy on the face and in the eyes, she conveys the news of the disaster at the launch of the Challenger and the death of seven American astronauts.I still remember her smiling birth and will hardly ever forget.

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c:\boot.ini and it is very dangerous, deleted it, it can damage the computer
The crack, of course, removes from:\boot.ini, plays all night, and the next reboot XP is not loaded. And the lump begins to ask the counselor, and he answers.
Well, I warned that it was dangerous, warn the others.
...
The epidemic broke for six months, until anyone could guess what a file with:\boot.ini was in Google.
It is...
Lying is difficult. Only this file has such attributes that it cannot be deleted simply. And even if you turn around to do this, then the not wrongly placed screw still loads, although it complains about the lack of a file.

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I will not check, I will not check.

And if in two words, the nature of men is polygamous. And here is a constant girl once a week I hardly want, and in the subway someone will accidentally touch - immediately standing.

Oh, not the stars, young man. Not that nature. The aunt has the same fist with accidental touches and so on. However, the majority holds themselves in their hands, because society does not approve. And men are allowed more, here they look.

The best stone to news about falling oil price below $90 per barrel:
X: Well now gasoline, as it will be cheaper to 20 rubles.

I once worked in a flower store, our products were stored in the refrigerator. In the summer, on the street +35, in the refrigerator +4, customers to us like looking at the crowds broke. So the terrible spectacle was a fly flying into the refrigerator - they are cold-blooded, all their systems are slowed to the ambient temperature. Such a fly evaluates the situation, decides to take off, chooses the box more genuine, runs, runs, runs, and can not take off - and falls down a desperate housewife. In autumn, I feel the same.

Today, one lady on a pedestrian crossing had a reactive psychosis. He stood on the lighthouse with a bunch of other cars. Something opened up in the girl's brain, she started dancing first, then threw a shirt on the road, and then stumbled and began to pin the car bumper. Having done this clever maneuver, she slightly defiled and escaped into the forest.
Tagged: MLA
This world is strange to me.
Full moon, sir

What happens if the Nokia 3310 hits Chuck Norris?
If the deformation of both objects of the collision is impossible, such a collision can be considered an absolutely elastic impact). The kinetic energy of both bodies is preserved) will jump back the caroche your nokia even without scratching (shiss))))

nomadmoon> Well, it also happens differently, our biologist explained the complementary nitrogen bases just how "they like each other". And using the word "compliment", by the way.

natpopova> a compliment to the monomer monomer is very strong :)))

nomadmoon> Ugu, suits such Adenin and confusedly forges, say, a cell shell, say, an amino group, says - "Timinchik... You are such an uncle... Let’s create a DNA cell together".

natpopova> a thymin: yeah, you are all so affective and nitrogenic, let's go straight - into hydrogen connections! It is :)

I work for food.
(I eat 1 kg of black caviar per hour)

Russia is a country in which, if you get lost in the forest on the Finnish border, you can get lost in Korean in a few years.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh How it works?
Tagged: heroine
In the morning, erotic fantasies are filled.
Q: Do you share it? and ;)
Ho is easy.
I want everyone to get rid of it and finally get to work!!! to
H is : ((

Temporary fence of blue profile. On it are large yellow letters: "Temporary inscription".

My mother gave me a smartphone, and the next day I bought it. In a couple of months I managed to drop it several times - across the screen a huge scratch, yet in the corner a spider. I come to visit her, boast of my curvature and the sturdiness of my smartphone. Mother rattles and shows her - the same scratches, only a little elsewhere. I’m 100% sure it’s not accepted.)

From one torrent tracker on screen quality:
"- All hello, and what is the quality?"
You know, the picture is so peculiar that it can only be described by artistic images. Imagine, for example, that you’ve tried drying your eye with a vacuum cleaner (Samsung, 1800 Wt, on medium power), but dropped it halfway, and now you’re trying to test your eye’s performance by looking at this beautiful world with a blurred, iridescent glance, experiencing unbeatable happiness from what you’re still able to see, and at the same time experiencing the fear and discomfort of thinking that the world will still be blurred and blurred. Here is the most complete description of "quality" and the experiences it causes."

I once decided with a friend (at the time of the USSR) from Yalta to Gurzuf, on a boat, they previously walked along the Crimean coast as buses. Well, we didn't guess with the weather, and the captain didn't guess, in short - we got into a weak storm, and what meant us about the rocks did not fade, the driver of this dish decided to take a little moristee, well and took... The whole boat blew, long and stubbornly, and my friend fell asleep and thought... Well, I led him into the gallion, on the dancing under his feet, wet deck, which in itself was already a fun attraction. It was even more fun... but only to me... he wasn’t laughing, he had time to take off his pants and sit down, here the boiler swirled on the wave, the door of the gallion opened and he flew out into the corridor, with the ports dropped, convulsively clinging to the ropes for the wall-faced orders... he squeezed on the opposite wall and squeezed, squeezed. Then, according to all the laws of physics - the ship moved back, the friend flew inside and the door behind him, with a stunning shot shut down! I was already wildly rotting, but when this whole scene, almost instantly repeated... and then again, and again, and again... and so for 2-3 minutes... I was hysterical to tears. I got stuck in some iron and cried out of laughter! A friend... he was still long, several years, did not want to remember this trip, offended. Yes to! He never did anything... he wandered.