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Netanyahu: What have you done? Hubble is read by programmers. You have just thrown half of your site’s audience into an eternal cycle.

Evgeny: I have just been obscured - if I am still buried in the army, then I will be able to answer to the question: "Where have you been missing for a whole year?" "Without looking at your conscience and without lying at all: "that I was kidnapped by green men")))

I am a student. I want to have a pet but I don’t know which one.
Requirements for vitality are: require minimal care, eats what people eat, may not eat a week, drinks vodka, talks when alone...

I am out of the cinema today. I fasten the jacket, watch the wallet in the bag and run around with a happy niece and digest her carried out mosquito "buy it, buy it". Called by a friend (P):
Q: Hi, what are you doing?
I (I answer in a hurry): We go out of the movie with a nephew.
Q: What did you watch?
I: The Brain
Q: What is it?
I: Fuck... mega brain...

XXX is easier.
WOW: What is it?
We need to sit down.
You can stand and stand.
But then on the legs.
What if the bridge stands up?
HH: I have to try!
It will be like a fountain.
WOW: Although not, I think the stream will not go up
British scientists probably with their hands will tear off such a topic for doctoral studies

I’m not going into your personal life, right?
Go up!

Fu, blin, flow from work.
WOW: The greeting!What did you do like that, mmm?
XX: held the end of the welder and polished his balls.
WOW :????! to
XX: Dumb, the end of the pipe and the balls welded!!! to

Here is the future of fantastic stories!
Q: What has stunned you?? to
X: We have my computer in the family.The ancestors bought another computer.Then the brother bought a computer.Total 3 computers in the same apartment.
I want to =)))
My mom in the other room asks me if I’m going to eat, and my brother sitting behind me asks for a cigarette.
u: "The Matrix"Experienced sample.

From the female community

Girls, I gave it to you! Two times with a break of 1.5 hours. Without a condom. Am I not healing? Don't be afraid, or the nervous breakdown is ensured, I'll watch.
Fuck, he had 34 grandmothers...in intimate terms. Is it hard to do? I am afraid of girls!
YYY: He ended up in you?
XXX: No, he ended up on the wall.
Zzz: Did you think about the wall at all? Who will educate the wall?

I sit in a line to LOR, in front of me a woman with a little boy, three to four years old.
On the wall in the clinic drawn Dr. Ibolit and the beasts, everyone dances and rejoices. There is a turtle in the picture. This turtle is turned to the viewer with its stomach and also dances.
The boy nodded the turtle’s finger into the "spin area" and asked:
Where am I crying?
“Don’t write,” the mother replied, “you’re bitten, if you walk without pants at night, you’ll be bitten too.

Q: What kind of race do you have?? to
I am homo
Tagged with: gnom
I’m late, I’ve already made the screen.)

When Ivan Susanin was a child, he went to the forest and took the boys with him.
When he returned, the adults asked him:
"Where are the guys?"
He lowered his head and calmly replied:
"Let me show you..."

A message comes from an unknown number:
“Hello, I am Zhenya. I want to cut a woman’s leg"
We answer immediately:
Hi, I am Katya. I have no legs"

and Tony.

You have been so aggressive lately!!! to
I am lucky to live alone.
I have to cook myself.
2: What I make and what I eat also belongs to me.

Inappropriate headlines of news.
"Trying to teach a dog to laugh dead, a child set fire to an apartment"

If men could bring things to their women, they would always go in everything new.

How I replaced the barracks...
The case was in September 1997. Our tank battalion in almost its entirety went to exercise at the field. In the location of the barracks remained only the battalion dress, the captain and I, the officer at the headquarters of the regiment, or as the gentlemen of old servants and officers-shakals called me contemptuously.
The broken computer. I understood them and therefore I did not regret them.
The specificity of my service was that almost all the work was done at night, as the combate set tasks in the evening, after the command itself cut off tasks, and everything had to be done by morning. That is to say, I fucked at night, making a bunch of all kinds of plans, concepts, schedules, cards, posts and other things.
I did everything well and the combat in my soul did not weep, because thanks to me for documentation he did not worry. And from the eternally drunk chief of the battalion headquarters there was little sense. But the Combat was the only one in the battalion who treated me well. For all the rest, I was a jerk in my ass, a crack, a “wrenched computer” and just an irritant.
The reason was that I didn’t go to the guard, I didn’t go to the field, I didn’t fuck with tanks and other equipment. Immediately after breakfast, when the whole battalion was going to class or elsewhere, I, if there were no urgent tasks, slept out in the disposal on the bed or in the capote on the bushlats. When before dinner the tired and dirty battalion returned to its disposal, I went to the laundry room in my shoes, swollen from sleep. Why did you love me?
On that day, the combat suddenly returned to the barracks in a very unhealthy spirit. Whether the documents I forgot, I don’t remember now. The daytime man scratched his portion of puzzles, but that was not enough. And then he got my sleeping harya in his eyes. Speaking on the subject, if we go again to
Chechnya, then he himself will give me a knife on meat, because it's not enough from me, the combat has developed his thought further and told me, since I don't do any shit.
(and since the battalion was on exercises, I had no work), he gives me the task of preparing the windows of the barracks for the winter, that is, to blur the joints in the frames with mastic. My objections that there is no mastic have been interrupted by a thick bump.
(militia PR-73, the combat with her did not break up), and I finally convinced myself of my wrongdoing after a pedal under the bark. M-MDA... The task is set, it must be accomplished. Going into the capote, I awakened the capote, who, just like me, in the absence of the battalion, sharply pressed the mass on the boulders. My talks with him did not lead to anything, he did not agree to change the mastic for either a condensed or a puzzle, motivating it with the fact that it simply does not exist. It fucking. I told him that I would find a mastic in his capsicum, but if I did without his help, he would suffer terribly. And then I turned the first closet and chased the rats that ran out of it, I found at the very bottom of the helmet a healthy piece of mastic, the size of a human head. In anger, I immediately injured Capter.
Having found two free daytime sleepers, I assigned them the task of blurring the windows of the barracks, and then, remembering the culprit of my good mood, joined the daytime and the capter. He went to sleep himself.
I woke up from a powerful and terribly painful blow with a rubber bump on my back. When I opened my eyes, I saw a combat standing above me and swallowing with a hole for a second blow. I didn’t feel the fate, I dive under the bed, I just slipped under five more beds, and only then I carefully pushed my head and asked, “T-st major, why?” My answer was an obscene battle, the general meaning of which was that I needed to approach the window and see with what I blur the windows. As I approached the windows, I found blurred joints in the frames. At first glance, everything is fine, not perfect, but tolerable, there are no gaps, the capter with the sunrise managed the task. Continuing to observe a safe distance and wondering, and what, in fact, is the case? In response, the combat, waving with the oak, said:
“You, shit, look at what you smashed – it’s plastic!” And then I had the frost running through my skin. I looked at it: really, plastic! Plastic is an extremely powerful explosive, used in active armor on tanks to destroy the cumulative jet. Have you seen such boxes on our tanks all over the armor? There is plastic in these boxes. They say that plastic is the analogue of Pindosov C-4, but I don’t know, I won’t lie. It is extremely difficult to make it explode, you can knock a hammer, burn it - it is useless. Just a detonation. In the appearance of plastic as a window patch: yellow-brown color, sticky and stretched. Our mechanics quietly removed the plastic from the tanks and in the winter burned it in small pieces to warm up: it burns long and hot, and wood is not needed. And it was the illegal stock I stumbled upon in the captain, the captain himself knew nothing about it.
The combat spoke: "You, the cattle, have mined the whole barracks, there is only an explosive to put in!“”
That’s how I accidentally came into the role of a saper and “mined” the whole barracks.

If the girl is stuck, the girl must be removed.

In the university dining room in the menu is written:
"Cocktail milk - 20 p."
"Cocktail milk with tube and glass - 24p."

Long thought...

x: shit, well what shit took the toilet paper with the inscription "Sitting down, check the presence of paper" =(
You are a loser =D
The one who did not read it when he sat.