I am going to meet my mom and kidney at kindergarten this morning. Around the loose. Two people are going in front of me, and he runs specifically and jumps into the pit to scratch them.

Zero of reaction.

He runs to me, jumps and looks at me.

I didn’t argue, I just jumped into the hole in response)))

As a result, I am happy, a dirty child and a red mother of anger))



Because it is nefigured. Let him look after his child.

Sasha burned today:
“If I were a producer of hot milk, I would call it ‘Mumu’.

XXX: Registration of believers must be introduced. That an unregistered believer could not file in court that his feelings were offended. Each registered believer must also be obliged to comply with the requirements of his religion and bear criminal responsibility for failure to comply and be deprived of the status of a believer. I think in this arrangement the number of insulted believers will be less than 0.

YYY: In addition, the concept of “non-believer” should be introduced. punishment for insulting their feelings. I may be wildly threatened by the phrase “God will punish.” In fact, it is already a threat. It turns out, if I am going to threaten that my brother (who, by the way, is not there) will come and "punish" someone - it is a threat. And if God (who, according to assurances, is) claims to punish me, then everything is fine.

My wife is a single mother. He is looking for a man and is very embarrassed that the men, having learned about the child, drop: it is said, it does not matter who conceived, but it is important who raised. I met another, cool, she said, everything is fine: the first date, the second, the third and sex (everything is at work). After the fourth comes and terribly angers the man: she told about the child, and he was delighted and says that he himself is a widow and a single father. “I’m what, idiot, raising a child of a stranger’s grandmother?” Has he surrendered to me?” and separated.

Truth - the lady is unpleasant, but at the same time everyone wants her, although pleasure from her is rarely received.

I love my nine-storey house with unpredictable neighbors. In the morning, we find someone’s socks on the loggia barrier. Obviously, someone dried the clothes, the wind blowed and landed at us. Running inspection of the lodge gave nothing - the clothes have already been removed and taken away. They attached the socks to a sheet of paper, hanged at the mailboxes and wrote:

“Who has fallen? Take and don’t thank.”

By the evening on paper found 14 inscriptions of this content:

“I am worth”
“I have too”)

The socks were hanging for two days and then disappeared. Then came the final recording:

“Thank you! Your socks really help.”

Everything goes to the fact that the Sber’s salary card will be tied to all state bodies, utilities and credit organizations. The average citizen will receive a SMS notification on the amount of the remaining debt on the day of salary.

The audiobook. for 8 hours:

The Singing...

The sound of the pages...

- Loud "so needed to be loud?" at the end.

Why cut off?by :

For the trip we got a dark cherry “Niva”. The Associated Press news agency shared with us a large sticker with its "AP" logo, which we immediately placed on the doors and cap of the car. Another decoration became the huge letters "TV", own-handedly carved out of isolants. We were proud of this work at first, but then it turned out that the Latin acronym of the news agency is read in Russian as “A” and “R”, so in response to the question “Where are you from?” we usually that we were working for “Armenian Radio”. Strangely enough, this explanation pleased almost everyone.

Almost all of them. In 1995, both the Russians and Chechens quite admitted that a station under this name could work in Yerevan, which sent an Englishman and a Tatar with a large professional television camera to illuminate this war.
By the way, about the mouth of the wide isolant, from which we cut the letters, we need to say separately. At the time, it was the main tool, so that in the suitcases of any telegroup and in the trunk of every car used by journalists, you could always find a pair of pieces of this isolant.
With her help, broken equipment was made, used instead of bandages and bandages.
And another phrase accompanied us from the very first day in Chechnya. "You only tell the truth!" — the Russians and Chechens shouted to us, it was only necessary to slow down and open the door of the car.
by Chris Booth.

If a woman begins to cry, confuse her: start crying in response.

<mcg>
Sometimes I can surprise myself.
I now look into my old code and see some strange designs:

#define FOREVER {sleep_cpu();}
#defines TIMERSTOP() TCCR2 = 0
#defines sleep while(1)

I think, what kind of nonsense do I need?! to
Then I find this:

and sleep_enable();
Sleep forever

I heard here somewhere in the bus a version of the famous proverb: "Two boots - walnuts." There is nothing to object...

xxx: I don't remember where, but I read that starting from 5-6 floors, cats start to plan, almost like white flyers.

Yyy: I would fly from the 9th floor no longer planned anything

I go to the store, next to the grandfather sits a bumpy look. Give money for bread. I say no. No. I went to the store, bought bread, I went out, and he is already leaving, I say, I say, I stand, I give bread, he thanked. She says, give me a little for cigarettes, I look, and he hates someone smoking, cheap like I’m sorry, she said, say there’s no money and went to the store, bought a pack of cheap cigarettes. I go out, he’s already sitting at the stop, I run, I give cigarettes, and he says, “Fuck, you’re dumb. Just give me money.”

Walking around the store, I approached a large basket with hats, got one, dressed, looked at the sides in search of a mirror, at the same moment the stranger who came from the other side of the basket did the same, there was no mirror, crossed eyes.

How about me?

No, but what about me?

So is Narmula.

Gogol, split up on their affairs.

Do not summarize, please Personally, I am tired of repeating to my mother-in-law, my wife, my sister, and all the other very active counselors: “Tell me what to do, and how to do it, I will decide myself.” Should I go here? Not a question. Just don't get confused, sweet, with advice on which hand to hold the drill and at what angle to curl it. Enough of it, honestly! If I get stuck in the washing machine modes or get confused in the multi-wash menu, I will come and ask myself.
And I am sure I am not the only one.

Give me five, man.
If anything, a girl whose mother considers herself an expert in absolutely everything, but "pure theoretically")

To knock your husband by the door: in fact, it is a lightweight, especially if the door is 60 cm wide. I am not a fucking strong person, but I easily translated dozens of doors with glass in my warehouse. The main weight in them is from glass, the rest of the cardboard weighs a maximum of 3 kilos. And the fact that the original door is cardboard, is confirmed by the fact that your cousin broke it in the place of attachment of the cock.
The only difficulty is to knock that door in the hallway. Therefore, I believe that your sister pulled out this door, moved her husband frontally and continued to extinguish him in the same direction.

One day, who is 16, and who is 26, a woman suddenly realizes that her (presumably obscene) pussy has a certain value.

Oh, and that around the docher who want to grasp this value regardless of how interesting it is to its owner. One writes that the man in terms of sexual desire is a lion, and the woman is a lamb. The lambs are only lions, have they all kinds of threads for access to meat?
This is how you walk from your childhood, whispering every shadow. The shit, as you would like to say, is not a treasure in itself, it is just painfully made to the body. Removing and letting play will not work.

No one will burn in hell, especially forever. If there were some fuel in hell, the Americans would have begun bombing it long ago.

This is:
My neighbor with me. They bought an apartment on our floor for mortgage. I entered her with my husband. A child was born. A couple of years later, his husband left "for earnings" and disappeared. not there. It is known that he is alive and healthy, sometimes his parents call. Police are searching without result. No money is sent to her. She’s been there for two years – and who is she, if not a single mother, if humanly?

And who prevents your neighbor from filing a lawsuit for her husband's disappearance? With all the resulting bonuses (payment of insurance and partial repayment of mortgage and other joys?)