The Russian Film Foundation, a film about everything else:
Per the idea is not new, but let’s make a super-scandalous film about the Indian genocide. Mel Gibson removed and we can, the Mongols connect. Especially the price of a penny. There is also the harvesting of bushels, scratch blankets and the exchange of gold for a slice. The essence of the film: the pindos whisper about the lies (advertising / anti-advertising) as in the matilde. Everyone is looking around the world.

He lived to gray hair, but so far he has not understood who wins over whom in the phrase "good wins over evil"?
He wins well, well. A "evil" in this phrase in general is speech.

Immediately in the smoker heard a funny phrase from a girl who is really in a circle of tattoos:
And then she says to me, say, what will your child tell you about your spikes? of something. Mom, where did you get so dumb? That’s what I’ll say"

Hah, comparing popularity by the number of appeals to websites is as stupid as by the amount of traffic. Because one book is usually enough for a week on average, and some social networks can be viewed at a speed of up to 1 page per second, music and video last a few minutes, modern games are constantly climbing into the network, even if they are not online.
And what is fun, all my button phones had built-in games, but there were no built-in readers, and in the new smartphone there is no pre-installed game, but there is a pre-installed reader.

About a Single Journey:

XHH: There is a story, some places very even funny.
Wow, let me guess: you lost and you got pulled out of the bobs?
XHH: It is true.
Except for the bobs.
They didn’t help Szuco.

The sheep (their month) arranged hysteria, especially one is rattling. The middle son pulled out the spinner for the scarf:
I’m reading Mummy for you!! to

I only get sick in the morning.
Dino in the morning
Dino in the morning
Dino is fucking
Dino is right.
The Saboteur: Naruto

XHX: A group of professional computer gamers will conduct a course to get rid of your children from gambling addiction, creating unbearable conditions in online games, rejecting the desire to spend thousands of hours in them.

There is no celebration without a bottle. But a good bottle is easy to do without any celebration.

The best blade.

My grandfather had a aunt. And she had probably the best job in the entire USSR. Namely, before the war, she traded beer in the spill near the Music Hall (it is in Leningrad, almost opposite the Petropavlovsk fortress). Work is fun and monetary, but still hard, especially when the day is hot and the turn for beer is big. And she stuck my grandfather in assistants, well there the baskets to wash off, the cakes to wrap, the garbage to clean up, help to close, etc. For such a job, the grandfather had beer and cookies from the blade, and the comrades brought a couple of liters at the end of the day forever. With money she almost never joked, but one day she gave him a truly royal gift.

One beautiful May day of 1940, there was a column building in the park. There were tables, folding chairs, and about 30 chess boards. There was a battle for places, someone was recorded, knocked out, placed in a row, someone convinced the organizer in something, and someone loudly knocked the right. It was right next to the beer barrel, which facilitated the trade. Grandfather played good (and played) chess and he looked eagerly at the row. Apparently there was an interesting session of the simultaneous game, but there was no chance to get a worthy place, and the aunt had to help.

She noticed his gaze, breathed and said, "look out for the barrel," and without hesitation approached the organizer (it turns out that she knew this park massively-shutdown). And a dozen minutes later, when the smiling organizer finished dealing with the candidates for the seats, it turned out to be a miracle that there was one free seat and my grandfather was on it.

So he had to play and honestly lose the party of the champion of the USSR and the world M. M. Botvinnik.

Soon is the holiday season. Many famous Russians, TV hosts, deputies will go to rest on blood earned money in Courchevel and other places of mass rest of French workers. On this occasion, I would like to personally address the President of France with a request: "Could you keep them at home longer? Hold on for something, please. We will be difficult without them, but we are strong, we will do it.”

For those who like to spoil it would be so great that any angel or devil would tell them their exact date and cause of death.
I like the spoilers. I look at the end of every book first. Your option would fit me. The car will crash in 5 years - you can not start long-playing projects like the disser, but have fun with all your strength, and at the same time go to the grandmothers and adjust a couple of children, until it is too late. You die from liver cancer at 80 years old - you can not rush to engage in interesting business, smoke and cross the 8-lane highway to the red. It is comfortable!

In online games, there is a lack of such features as loans. Really, it would be just great for society. Having the experience of repaying the loan for the top hair and trousers, an adult snooker will think a hundred times before taking an IRL mortgage.

xxx: Yes, stupid prostitutes, jokes and prostitutes you will be interesting. Everyone has their own "women") and that’s right.

Yyy: Madam, your interest in my message speaks for itself.

and no. This is a forgotten old - when in the 80s also went (incl. at night) with cassettes on the shoulder.

Even more forgotten old - the end of the 60s - the beginning of the 70s. There are almost no cassettes, but every second has a radio receiver, from the pocket to the Spidola, and all this is on full power. Most listened to the lighthouse, so in the parks and squares there was a sense of super-volume stereo.

The happiest people park their face to the fence and quickly run home to their loved ones.
xxx> Carefully and for a long time parking behind only a person who has no sense in rushing home.
xxx> The child is rattled. Desire to borrow. Or not her. Generally
yyy> He was deeply squeezed. And you...?
xxx> and I only have a washing machine

After I graduated from university, I joined an organization that was engaged in land-building, land-building. One day we came to do a division of the plot, which was adjacent to a two-bedroom house. We met 2 housewives, who told the story, how they have been here for more than 20 years together all plant, in the evenings to visit each other, live "soul to soul". And the area decided to divide, as the children grew up, they themselves became old, and so that the children did not have an intersection, to do everything as appropriate decided.

Well, we quickly removed the plot, counted the area, divided it in half and went to break a new border. But only she didn't quite arrange one of the grandmothers, it seemed to her that the neighbor's area came out more. We tried to explain that the area of their originally incorrect shape, and this is just a feeling, the instruments are accurate, and there are no errors. The second, of course, everything was fine, she has a "more" part. She decided to join us. Here it broke them. Everything that has been accumulated for more than 20 years has broken out. Friendship with the dog under the tail. And we got into the car and drove the next land dispute to resolve.

Yuri Havruchenkov
We made a cover. On it, one fighter shoots from the AK-74, the flame from the boiler, according to the idea, should fly the gylza. I put the flying where I need a guillotine. "No, says the chief, the gill on the cover is superfluous". To convince that the drawing without her would be unreliable, failed. So without a guillotine makeup in the printing room and sent.

Vadim Denisov
The boss has a good criminal experience of tracking traces, it is not worth leaving the slice of the slice, yes.

and Germanophobia.
I am confused. Author, please indicate the place of residence. Let us know where the Germanophobes live.
In my whole life I have never heard of the abominations surrounding the Germans. The curse of the fascists, yes. But neither my parents, who in teenage years wore in the factory in two shifts, nor my grandparents, who fought with the Germans, ever said that all the Germans are wicked and must be cut off at the root. On the contrary, they told how the babies threw pieces of black bread and cooked potatoes, sunflower straw to the prisoners. What they eat, they share.
You are very exaggerating. I do not believe.

Now a little joke, inserting BSOD screens into the presentation is a good way to revitalize the audience.