History of 02.11. 2013 for the Huntsman. Sorry for the error. It was not 1979 or 1969.
It was.
1975 year. The USSR, Soviet Army, RWSN, Belarus, p/o Myshank, 100 days before the order.
We, the sergeants of the service division of 5 people, the Urals, decided to celebrate this event with peelmen. For the manufacture and eating of those was determined a training boiler near the barracks.
The pellet farce was decided to buy in the shop of the officer town during the cult march in the cinema. In the store should wash during the session the one who was comfortable, and buy 2 kg of shrimp. After the film, returning to the battery, they found out that they could all. 10 kg of farce. I understood why the saleswoman looked at me this way: I was the last one who could.
Muku was decided to take at our bakery, which was commanded by a familiar sergeant.
And then came Sunday. We gathered in the cottage. A warrior comes and brings a bag of torture! To our words that we need a bag, not 50 kg, the warrior answers: “A bag is ordered. I will not take it back.”
Pellets were glued in the size of a fist and in the amount of a sheet of fade 2x2 meters.
In the evening, after extracting 3 bottles of local samsung, we gathered in the boiler.
Cooked peelmen on a small electric platter for 2 hours. While the peelings were cooked, the selfie was drunk. The second batch of forces was no longer there, so they decided to eat the remainder of the peelings the next day.
After hiding the bottles in the chimney, we returned to the battery, where we went to sleep. One of Us (Vadik Balandin, Hello!) In the evening on the way to the toilet was caught. The Deaf Lieutenant. Staley, being under the flies and himself, did not raise the bull, but gathered us all five countrymen and found out from the battery guard where we were, led us to the scene of the crime. Having seen a sheet of petals and not finding the bottles, he sealed all the doors with a personal seal and went home to the town.
All night we tried to penetrate into the boiler to remove flour and peelings. But could not. In the morning, after the divorce, our combat, Major Kostyuk, gathered us all and declared: "Ural peelmen without vodka will not be eaten. If there was a pelmeni, then she was drunk. If there was a drunk, then 5 days of lips to each. High Lieutenant Deaf. We refused: there were no pelmeni, the starley was drunk and he thought it all!
Arriving at the boiler, the starley checked the seals and opened the boiler. First came the combat, we followed, representing a seat on the garrison lip.
On the leaf of the fanery sat a healthy, red RICE. She turned over her shoulder and asked, “Why are you here? “There was no pelerine!” No suffering for a little!! From the bag was left a bastard. Stallone just cried. Then we cried out, “We said it was a joke! We did not believe it!!“!”
Combat said, “Old Lieutenant, you need to drink less! The officers are free.”
After that, the life of the rats in the boiler began!!! We fed them and did not touch them.
Anyone who recognizes himself is greeted!
Ch K

As an apology for the staff’s obsession, we were sent a bottle of wine to the room, but when we asked for a cup and glasses, we were sent to hell.

Maximum
Not sure why there was no excitement in the universe?

Evgeny
Fuck Max, you were not on a pair on Saturday, of course in an hour and a half the end of the world happened, we changed the dean and deputy dean. They changed the schedule, we had to study in the night shift. Then Lord Sithov arrived and said that the Polytech did not meet intergalactic standards and he was forced to blow it up to the whales. But the new dean begged him not to do this, and for this he sucked his nose off the snail... However, this was stunned by reporters from the planet Nibiru and it led to an intergalactic conflict. It was a 30 minute war. Voronezh was completely destroyed. Then came the Goblins and began to rebuild it... And here the last piece of the affart was rebuilt in a puddle at your arrival. The dean was also returned.

About the graph with modern games:
There is one simple “trick.”

We lower all possible graph indicators to the maximum (but only leave permission).

If the game after that became unplayable or uninteresting - it is not a game, but the hell knows what.

Fair for most modern games (especially the genre of shooters).

I went shopping with my husband and went to a jewelry store. A tired husband is playing something on the phone. I look at the cute bracelets and say:
Beautiful, but probably golden.
Without disconnect from the phone:
Who are captured?

Also, in this work, there is a love triangle, which is not an Euclidean figure, since all the corners in it are dull.

The eggs look like this:

Hi to you. Where can you find chicken eggs in your store?
Look at the Delicate Department. Somewhere near the black caviar.

I have slept! I feel Almighty! For example, I can still sleep...

Watching a series of bones.
We calculated the IP address of the person who sent letters to the victim with threats.
On the large screen in the laboratory proudly illuminated 192.168.0.120.

I go to work in the tram, I sit by the window, I read Dan Brown "Inferno". A girl is sitting next to me. Before one of the stops, she apparently, having understood the text that I am reading, touches her shoulder and says so insightfully, “Girl... The virus does not kill, but sterilizes” and leaves the tram. Oh Oh Oh Oh The girl with the short dark-blue hair, who was driving in Kiev at the 11th of the tram, if you are reading this - so that you at the entrance to the cinema the worker of the hall whispered to the ear every time that at the end of the film will be!

JJ roman_shmarakov: He was struck by a sign at the station: "Higher comfort waiting room". What is our whole life but a futile expectation of increased comfort?

XXX is
My classmate painted a sparkle right on my feet on the control and gave me to write off. While I was writing, I forgot what the control was about. The couple got it anyway. But I won’t forget the process of writing, I read it, I read it, I read it, I read it, and the shirt is stuck. And then stuck, the control failed, of course, but the sparkles in the memory remained for a lifetime.
YYYY
I also watched this edition "Eralash" ))

Discussion of replacing asphalt with a pavement tile on a well-known auto forum:

XXX: I didn’t doubt for a minute that there would be a new tile!!! Imagine where the dog has gone!

yyy: Applicable to Moscow is correct to say not "the dog rattled", but "the dog rattled")))

Extrimmer:It seems to me that most of the paid files are on the links:"DOWNLOAD FREE,WITHOUT SMS"?

thx (04.11.2013 2:28) :

Why didn’t they invent such a shit like an alarm clock, just the opposite?

Announcement on the Mother’s Forum:
I will sell an unworking LG washing machine for 5 kg. Maybe someone needs spare parts, or someone is interested in assembling disassembly.
Commentary :
My husband is a former Mint. Remember, everyone was fascinated with the assembly and disassembly of the gun. But to do so, the laundry on leisure - no, my man is weak.

I will add Anton to this company.
Yyy: Really, Anton will not hurt.
Anton will never hurt)) he is good
XXX: He will tell a story about the disaster
XXX: and calm with your unstoppable calm
XXX: and from the bullet will protect with a wide back
yyy: and from unplanned pregnancy will protect with its abstinence

About the movie on the trailer:
A fashionable Viking in a leather coat with slanders fearlessly crushes all in a row - enemies, friends, close relatives and even one Viking peder, who has his own boy in a slander from a expensive sex shop. The girls in the movie are all, as for selection, beautifully hairy and in plushed shirts. And the mother is a protagonist and in the traditional dress for the cave queen - the evening snow-white dress on the floor. Bows dumb sacks carry with them, but in battle are not used in principle. Prefer to die beautifully in the hand, abundantly watering enemies with hot blood fountains. Yes, and there is also a forever dying Pope GG. He has a dull stomach, but this does not prevent the old man from raising his children and eating oatmeal.
In other words, a treacherous treachery. From the first to the last picture.

All ills are from stupidity, but the real misery is from madness.

– = Mohammed = –

During a trip to Egypt, my wife and I bought local sim cards. Immediately note, prices there on the outgoing so miserable that 5 backs can be enough for several months. Per this is somehow due to the growing competition between the three operators: Vodafone, Mobinil, Etisalat (for example, we will say our stunned "three"). Therefore, all the local Aboriginals all day long only do what they are trending and trending on their squeezed mobile phones. Because they love it and know it. This is an important part of their culture, without which they would be boring to live. And this is an important point in this story because calls for them are really cheap.
Probably I got someone’s former number. In principle, this is normal, tourists come and go, throw out the sims. Why leave numbers? No activity for a while, we sell again. And then I got to call some Egyptian and ask some Mohammed. Usually the conversation begins like this:
Allow me!
Oh yes allo.
Allow me! and Mohammed?
There were three variations.
First, wait for any of my answers and ask again.
Second, wait for an answer and ask something like, “What did you do to Muhammad, you have a clear judgment here!“”
And the third, silent in the trumpet, waiting for Muhammad to speak to him himself.
So it lasted five days. During this time, I repeatedly tried to explain in English to the Egyptian that he had mistaken the number so that he would not call here anymore, that there was no Mohammed here, that you were Muhammad and that Muhammad was dead.
The stubborn Egyptian did not give up.
I had to put his number on the blacklist of my phone. ha ha! He called from another number.
I put his number on the blacklist. He called from the third.
In principle, I wasn’t very bored, he just called sometimes at the wrong time, well, God with him.
The end of this story was when he called again. At that time we were back in the minibus from another tour. The charm started again. A great idea came to my mind. How did I not think before? I pull the phone to a Russian-speaking guide and say, find out, say, what does this guy need?
The guide takes the phone and runs away... believe it? No, it is a joke. Where will he escape from the minibus at 100 km/h? A short guide takes the phone, some 15 minutes talking to this telephone terrorist. He returns his cell phone and is silent.
I am confused. I ask what happened? What he wanted?
The guide turns to me and says:
The name of this man is Akiki. Muhammad was buried. He put a cell phone with that number in his grave. After a while, he decided to call him. I don’t understand why someone else responds. I had difficulty explaining it to him.
Upon arrival, I gave the guide tea. No one asked Muhammad anymore.