in windows 8.1 restarted, we look forward to windows 8.2, which will return windows 7

Good night, sleep with your loved one. He turns his back and says:
It would be hot without ghosts.
Without what?
Without ghosts
Without what ghosts?
All of these emails.
Which emails?
What have you come to me!
I fell asleep sweet again.

And we have in the city an exhibition of sounding figures (modern fauna and dinosaurs). Part reacts to touches with "native" sounds.
The boys who trusted the exhibition changed some sounds for fun.
The people were roaring at first, but after the incident, when the child, who approached and swallowed the enormous Triceratops with sad eyes, stunned, hearing a loud GAV, the rage ended.

The fire occurred due to the violation of the rules of smoking in the bed.

Diman: Summer, I’m standing in the headphones, dancing in the tact of music and smiling at the sunny day. With a light scarf on my face, a ragged neck on my head, I wear light jeans, a shirt, a pink vest. I know I’m being pulled for my pants. I turn around, a 6-year-old girl stands and looks at me with huge eyes. I take off my headphones and bow to her. You are dumb, you are dumb? “Emmm... Yeah... The girl turns around and cries in the whole voice – MAM, I HAVE SAYED THIS BILLAN!

Dear parents!

Stop posting your words here. Believe me, they seem cute and funny only to you.
Nobody cares about your kids, okay? No one." © J. Carlin

Today in Arbat took part in the video recording of a strong man of Russia... It was necessary to hold a chain of 12 kg on an extended arm... I watched first one stood 30 seconds, then the second 20 seconds, the woman held 2 seconds... I learned that today there was a record of 40 seconds... I asked... I stood, recorded, held, started counting, filmed on the camera. Filmed from different angles, at 15 seconds I felt trembling, at 30 felt proud, at 40 began to appear tired, at 50 began to vibrate a hand, at 56 gave up... So to say, they shot me... there was no limit to joy) I went quietly... I didn’t want to say that in the contest the strongest man for today won the Ukrainian... Maybe they would still remember Povetkin)

Review of Battlefield 4:
The whole story revolves around the aircraft carrier Valkyrie, but in reality it revolves around the fucking scriptwriters.

When I was young, I loved drinking. That’s why my wife left me. In short, I lived with my deaf old mother in a three-bedroom apartment. My name is Victor. Although it is uncomfortable to write such an unpleasant event, but in thirty years it can happen to anyone.

One day after work, I had a lot of fun with my friends. I came home on autopilot. My mother was watching TV in the living room. Sound for the whole corner. I quietly crashed into my room, raised the couch seat to get the bedding... But then the last forces left me – I fell with a bullet into the couch’s bottom, and the seat over me fell. I was medium-sized, shorter, fit perfectly in the couch box and fell asleep.

Mom, watching the movie on the telecast, looked into my room. and none. I thought she had stumbled somewhere. She closed the entrance door to the castle and lay on the bed in the bedroom. There was a dead silence in the apartment.

At two o’clock in the night, I woke up with a thirst. The head was torn, the whole body was hurt, the leg was cramped and wanted to go to the toilet. I opened my eyes, it was dark. “Where am I? I asked myself. I need to get rid of it or I will die!”

I laid my hands on a hard bed and tried to sit down. The Bach! He hit the forehead of the faner. “What fucking thing?“!”

I examined the surrounding space with tremendous palms. On top of the cover, on the sides, the boards... “Lord! I am in the grave! My eyes came out of the orbit of horror. Somewhere he ate, cut off, and I was mistakenly buried alive!



No is! Let me go!! I am alive!! – I stumbled in panic and started to knock my limbs into the top of the box... However, a tired mother didn’t hear anything. Her restless sleep could only be disrupted by a weapon salute made right in the bedroom.

I became weak and cried bitterly in my grave. What a terrible end! I counted it. He was buried alive for thirty years.

However, when I crushed, I still took myself in my hands. Maybe it’s not all lost yet? There was a weak hope in me. Sasuke himself buried the cemetery. The deck was slightly nailed and all... And the earth, maybe loose – buried by drunken slugs and, like, hardly trumpeted... After all, if I don’t come out myself – both! Cranes to fuck!“!”

I gathered the last forces in a bunch, strained, stepped my feet and hands into the "cover" and pressed in a stangistic way! The heavy seat of the couch rose up... I rushed into a light crack, like a bottle of champagne!

Painfully shaking my back, I fell out of a wooden confinement on the parquet floor.

The A-A! A wild, heartbreaking scream broke out of my traumatized vodka chest.

Save it! Save me!! I am not dead! I am alive!! to

Their brains were feverishly scanning the surrounding muddy SOMETHING. There was no dirty ground nearby. I thought it was Morocco...

The whistle of a wounded bear, comparable in decibels to an atomic explosion, awakened not only the mother, but also the neighbors.

The wretched mother rushed to the call, turning on the light.

Ritchie, what about you?! to

She was in my sight in the fog. But I stopped riding on the floor, stumbled on the parent with a glass mad look... Nausea flew from anywhere, it was disgusting. I, driving away all this ugliness with my hands, thought that I had met my mother in the sunny paradise!

Are you dead too? I asked and cried again.

Well, the mother, of course, rushed to her child, began to lick me on the head, tightly pressed to herself, as in childhood, and often cried, comforting:

No one is dead, my son. We are all alive! You had a bad dream. Look, this is your room. Do you know?

Slowly my self-control returned to me. I climbed to the prison sofa, touched it and finally "looked out" - I realized in which "grave" I spent the night.

Well, I drank, of course, 200 grams with lemon. I swear to him that many years have passed since then. I don’t drink after that nightmare. Sometimes I drink beer with cakes. The happy wife returned, gave birth to an heir. Life is fine...



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Bosk (1) LV Today, 13:18 ↑

You do not laugh...but yesterday I looked at the shops that are sold there... four varieties of Latvian and two varieties of Russian... I saw... and a familiar Latvian stood next to him, well, I turned his attention to this nanurmort and you know how he commented on this?, he said, "You are Russian swallows... you raised your holy hand."

Commentary on YouTube on Powerbalance:

I bought a bracelet, the hair grew up, the computer started to work faster, the car started to drive faster than the calin's style to develop and became 300 km after that as the bracelet stretched her on the exhaust... I advise really helps, and when the cat on the neck bracelet dressed she instead of a mouse pulled a tapir home.

The Marathon of Avatar.

I love it, the first time I saw it when I was small. I told my dad that I wanted to be a water magician. He took me to the bath and gave me a shower.

Tagged with: UGU
Lav: The feeling that people get towers only to write more in social networks, in the column "education".

Take today a wife with a seven-year-old son to a maid (the woman gave a weekend to normal boys to sit in a purely male company). Two minutes ago my son called. The quote:
Dad, please take me! This dumb series began "The Golden Age", and there was a battery on my PSP. I have nothing to do. It is intolerable!
I’m so sorry for him... I’m under whiskey, my son, and I can’t save you. This is life...

Here is a good reason for the child not to go out, but to take a book in his hands.
It is a pity that this is not an option.

According to the idea of the author, looking at the demotivators in the style of "Guess the country by the photo", everyone should think about Russia.
Ukraine is almost always represented there.
by 77

XXX: Why is he throwing it?
He told me who he was, the girl he loved.
He has no one besides you.
xxx:how do you know how many girls he has in friends and one especially likes under all the photos puts
Yyy: I thought people like you were just a legend.

In a thief state, the children of the elite grow up fed on stolen food. And she always, sooner or later, comes up with a circle in the throat.

Kabbalah

I learned a new word.
by Kabbalah! (Touching the last letter)
Cabdade is something like a cappuccino, but of the female kind and more intensely.
I knew another word. It was called a consortium.
The consortium is the same as the cabdade, but from the English group. That is, anxiety, concern, caution, fear.
The word consortia has been taught by advertising agencies with which I often make videos.
For example, on the site they say: “Agency in the consortium.” That means there are doubts. In other words, the agency has some small cabbage.
The agency, as I noticed, is in the state of a permanent consortium. For example, a woman with perfect hands was chosen for three weeks for one role. I needed a frame in which women's hands pull out of the Russian oven hot in pots. The agency did not leave the consortium. All hands crossed. Are there perfect joints between the flanks of the fingers? Are the nail plates so good? I was called at three o’clock at night with clarificing questions: “What is the name of the actress who has a slightly curved left hand? Larionova or Fedorova?” and I knew it was Potapova. Invited a special master of manicure with the entire palette of lacquer. The manicure cost 15,000 rubles. Then began the real concierge. Choose a dress with the right length of sleeve. Then they thought: will the brick color of the sleeve argue in the frame with the color of clay pots? And during the shooting, they realized that a woman cannot pull out hot hot hot with her naked hands. At this point, a small cabbage began. Therefore, they gave the actress a grip in her hands, put on huge gloves-gloves and normally removed.

In Russia, to fight corruption, it is necessary to use the experience of ancient China and the Ottoman Empire, where the top officials were eunuchs, steal is not for anyone, and there are no wives - "effective managers".

Yes, we agreed yesterday that I would come to you tonight, but this morning we talked and you didn’t say anything about it, so I decided that you hit and you can’t, and I didn’t want to be embarrassing and crazy and didn’t ask, but just didn’t come without an explanation.