I changed phone number. Sending a new contact to a selected group.
Suddenly there were messages: "Have you divorced?", "And the children with whom?", "To help with money?", "Lord, what horror, what happened?!And a car of condolences.

I was surprised to see what caused the agitation.

Well, of course, I told the world that "My new died +7(985)ххх-хххх"

The organization is recognized as a tourist, its activities are prohibited in Russia

From ZJ begemotik_bondi:

On the way back, I entered the city by the town cemetery. The road goes through a snowy forest. The shadow is invisible, the lighthouse lights forward, and nothing can be seen on the side. The road to the mountain, frozen, and I already stumbled on the pedals crazy lazy. And suddenly, from the right corner, from the cemetery, from the darkness, an enthusiastic voice of a five-year-old girl is heard: "Look, this is a bicycle!
After 60 km, quickly go on the ice to the mountain. What could be easier?

My aunt was in an accident, brought to the hospital, examined and said:

You seem to have a knee fracture, go down to the neighboring building on the 7th floor and take a X-ray.

About the neighbors.



A familiar reader told me. Asked him to sell the apartment, he came to the check-in and there just fell into the precipitation. In the apartment lived a drinking couple, inter-room doors were broken by fists, wallpapers are hanging with blades, the corner in one of the rooms floor was squeezed to the state of stalactites. The walls in the corridor are crushed with a tail. The smell is similar to the stall.



But the hell was waiting for him in the bathroom. These tenants were disconnected for failing to pay for electricity, so in order to cook any food, they burned a fire in the bathroom. On the floor such a black stove is good, the walls and ceiling are all black in the stove, the whole bathroom is like a Russian stove as in the village. And all this in an ordinary panel nine-storey.

Comment to the news "A missing Chinese woman lived in an internet cafe for 10 years":
xxx: Wrong title - "In a cafe found a girl raised by a computer".

From now on, paying for travel to Turkey is equivalent to funding ISIS.

My mother closed the trade union.

Enough of it! I want a day when no one tells me what to do. I am on strike! I won’t wash my hands or brush my teeth if I don’t want to.
A six-year-old boy stumbled his leg and sat in Turkish in front of the refrigerator, staring down into the floor.
And for long? My mother clarified pragmatically.
- Until the strike is over - explained the proletarian - a couple of weeks!
My mother, a representative of the oppressor class, calculated the options. Most of them didn’t like her.
Okay, then I too, she said.
What too? The proletariat was surprised.
“At the strike,” said my mother, “I don’t cook, I don’t wash, I don’t clean. And I’ll tell Dad, he’ll strike too!
You can not! The proletarian appealed, I want to eat.
I can.
and Aaaah! I’m going to go one day! and all!
The Silence
Half of the day!
The Silence
My strike is over! I went to brush my teeth! You don’t battle either, okay? and?

So our mother closed the trade union in a separate house.

In the Jewish fairy tale, Rebecca Good took money from the rich and distributed it to the poor, at a small percentage.

The girl rolled over the banners on the floor, the dance teacher asks the girl:
Are you Russians, not Russians? They told me not to go on banners.

F.M. Dostoevsky’s novel “The Player” was written overnight.
M. Ferley "Bagry leopard and white" - twenty years old.
Both books are good in their own way. A writer’s work is not measured in human hours.
I am a writer myself. Let me tell you a few secrets:
1st A true writer always works. He has no holidays, weekends, holidays, smoking and breaks. If he doesn’t sleep and doesn’t fuck, he writes.
2nd Where is so much sludge on the shelves? "Russian" publishers - monopolists do not cooperate with writers. Dontsovs, Marinines, Pelevinas, Aquinas and even with them are actors who play writers. Books for them are written by diggers for copies (from ten thousand rubles per novel). Would you write a masterpiece for that money?
The exception is made by some fanatics (for example, Lukyanenko).
Three As a writer, I am not against piracy. If I get paid for my book. But I am against unauthorized fanfics. If you want to write a fanfic, ask me how.
4 is I am confident that piracy will die if, instead of the projects of Imyarek, writers will start printing, and the books will be sold with a twist of no more than 100% (now from 400%, and consider that the costs are exaggerated, because the price is high). on the ligger from 5 darmoods from affiliated structures).
CONCLUSION: Let us fight those who provoke piracy – with monopoly publishers, parasites, false authors, etc. of LADY?

[17:44:27] Val:...especially the British gold-toughened chinchilla liked.
[17:45:05] Kir: a mimimeter to fix tired (wink)
[17:48:07] Keir: I need something half-wild
[17:48:34] Val: Half wild and from the apartment will leave half-lived area!

Do you consider yourself smart?
and yes.
How did the paper appear, for example?
Mankind is tired of rubbing the leaf of the shell.

I work for a company with Polish roots. Connected to the bagtrecker. The first letter with the line: "Category: Błąd". A very simple and understandable language.

3D printer on the floor. The first fucking Cuba.

I felt the rule of equal exchange on my skin, when yesterday I got a dozer with 2 bags of meat =), and today absolutely without spices =(

My youngest in elementary school had a honored teacher who at the meeting stated without hope of objection: “Or an electronic journal – or I!”

Comments on the porn site under the video, in which the actors in the "process" produce knocking sounds.
1: My guitar amplifier makes such sounds when I turn it off, is it okay with it?
2: This is normal, just the transitional process is transferred to the dynamic.
Thank God, I thought it would break soon. What a wonderful website, you helped me with this! I will recommend to friends and family!

XXX: Extra sensation by smell.
YYY: What is extrasensitivity?

Today I go into the entrance, and two glowing eyes look at me from the darkness.
I thought about death, vampires and the Terminator.
Then on the machine stumbled his leg and light burned from the sound sensor.
Good night! My grandmother in her glasses said, pulling off the phone. Apparently the sms came and she, right in front of the door, stopped and read.