Begin to play MMO. And you’ll get used to other people calling them by nick, and you’ll start calling themselves by nick :D

yyy: Later, when dating closer, it is fun to watch a profile in the UK where on the photo a solid uncle in a costume, leads some presentations / lectures, on the video gives an interview, and for you he is Joppa Gnom ;D

“I had a job at a company that manufactures security door systems, and to demonstrate how it works, I called the first apartment that came in. And if no one responded to the call, I just left a brochure on the kitchen table.

xxx: Who knows how to drop the mirror settings to factory settings?

It used to appear normal, and now there is some alchemy.

Anastasia’s acquaintance demands to call her Assey. Sorry, dear, but Asay or Masay let your loved ones call you, and for me you will always be Nastya, because before Anastasia Sergeevna, from the point of view of my status, you have not yet grown up!

What was it now at all? A very fat troll or a person who recently arrived from another planet? Each name has a few generally accepted reductive literary forms. If you only know "Nasty"... Well, even Turgenev, read what, be enlightened. Asya and Nastya are two equal reductive variants of Anastasia. And if you’re so dumb that you can’t understand it, in the place of that Anastasia, I would eventually have stopped reacting to some nausea, but only to Anastasia (because the incomprehensible defect of speech doesn’t allow you to call her Assy).

You know,

Many years on Mondays in the morning I thoroughly shave, wash under the shower, and so on. Then I go to work.
Monday 6 November is a non-working day. I did it as usual, and it depended.

If you do this every day instead of once a week, there will be no problems.

Spacey is treated for sex addiction in an elite clinic along with Weinstein.

Who will harass whom?

Holidays of interest

Not that it really needs to be, but what does the eggs do to the bridge? It is not wood everywhere, but a double gun - what will be left of those eggs? Especially for the stone.
The type, perforated with a perforator, swallowed a loop, then carefully carved... It is no longer an intellectual, with such skills will not disappear in this life.

XXX: Greetings
YYYYYYYYYY
zzz: hello to you))
I didn’t write there 😉
YYY: so far
zzz: so far)

xxx: When the cat says "MeU!", you have to think about it

Yyy: And if I say ‘Mao’, is it time to start believing in communism again?

I read the story about the buttons and "what to do there?" long rusted. Once I was completely green, but like all the youth, full of energy enthusiasm, ready to sleep 3 hours a day and not tired, went to work in the churches. And picking up the home staff, how did the housewife spit the same phrase: it washes itself, what is hard for you to hang out and pull out of the dishwasher? To which I got a short but concise answer: hide it yourself. And only after clinging to living with different girls-boys realized that these hangings steal enough time and energy to react aggressively to the fellow resident who thinks what to do there.

You know, we seem to have a very serious relationship.
yyy: 0_o What?
You know the expression "pood salt eaten?"
YYY: Oh, the salt is over, well, I’ll buy it tomorrow, don’t have to scare me.
XXX is worse. Soda is over.
The Soda, Carl! It is usually bought once in life.
YYY: Yes, it looks like it’s really serious.
yyy: Blind, iron vessels without antifreeze coating - a guarantee of family happiness

The second week I can’t watch American movies... I try to follow the plot, enjoy the actors’ play, and in front of my eyes – the horrors they had to go through in order to get a role.

If something is the correct interpretation of "the destruction by burning of material values not intended at the time". The [...]

The bed, comrades of the students, consists of a keeper, a pump and a switch. (c) an unknown hero of the military department.

Our pensions are just cosmic: to live on them, like flying to the stars.

The endorphin.
One day, while on a long road trip, my friend and I stopped for lunch at a cafe on the road. My friend ordered a hot dog. I abstained, although I was terribly hungry. In the Michelin rating, this cafe would get a minus three stars, and I was afraid that hot dogs here understand literally and serve warm dogs.
“How can you eat this,” I joked, “you’re not afraid of animal defenders?”
“Mr. Endorphin is not for you,” the friend replied.
“Who – who?” I asked.
So I learned about Mr. Endorphin.
A friend cooked his hot dog, and he told me. Hot dogs cooked for a long time, apparently, first they had to catch a dog.
I had a man at my first job. The accountant. Well, such as to say, in the search you will not announce him - without special receipts. of the Middle Ages. When I first saw him, I thought, fu, what a flat, uninteresting uncle. Until one day I heard his quiet mosquito laughter. He sat in front of his monitor and hiccalled. I walked by and looked into the screen with curiosity. There is an accounting report in Excel. And he runs over him. You are not easy, man, I said to myself then. And still throw, or maybe it's time to roll out of that office, since the accountant cheats over financial documents.
In short, the character turned out to be. He always had everything excellent. This is his fitch. Do you understand? Always is. and all. Even in autumn. When any decent person wants a yardman to bury him deeper in the leaf. “Excellent” Not “normal.” Not “good.” Not even “excellent.” It is “excellent.”
The weather is just beautiful. I go to work once, the rain like a cage, the wind, the umbrella over me, I beat the spikes from the drops, the mood is awful. I see, before entering the office, this pepper stands on his knees in the water, looking under his feet. The sewage was stuck, the water splashed through the bridge streams on his shoes. See, he cries to me like a mountain river, and lickes.
His car is the best. One day he drove me. Go to his perpetum mobile. It looks like a "coin", but the back is suspiciously reminiscent of the Moskovich-412. Frankenstein is something. Listen to how the engine works, he tells me. The song yes? I listened. If the song, then this Stas Mikhailov in old age - cough and sporadic popping. And he doesn’t get up: and you won’t say that the girl is thirty years old. When I found out about the age of the girl, I asked to stop, because I would take my hand from here to the house. He went out on some desert and then walked for an hour to the nearest subway.
The resorts in it are all incredible. I went on a trip to Turkey for him. He talked to me for half a day about the best vacation in my life, about a space hotel, about a delicious Swedish table. He even had a saliva from the corner of his mouth. I bought it. We were thrown out of the plane almost with a parachute over some valley of death. In the middle of the lunar landscape - three collies and one hotel (so about space - not fooled). You can only get to the sea in dreams, a hotel in Kokuevo.
Swedish table - for workers and peasants: sausages, pasta and ketchup cups. I took a book of reviews from them. There, after a dozen inscriptions in Russian about "burn in hell" and "at your return to the Motherland, I will pass your coordinates to the missile troops", there was one, large, half-page: "VOSTORG!!Not with one, not with two, but with three crying signs, and all the big letters. A familiar name in the signature.
There were no decent facilities around the office at the time. I had to test my fate in the crowd. I always took him with me for lunch. What a stunning soup, how large the carrots were cut, how many selected potatoes, and the spice, the spice, he counted in a gastronomic half-blindness, over a plate with a puddle of sex cloth. Well, what a whitening, it is a miracle, not a whitening, the sweetest calf (every time in response to this the sweetest calf was surprised), the air tea, the juice, the juice of the streams, and so on. You listen to it, listen to it, and look - and the soup does not give the soap, and the white has failed and has not scratched the esophagus with the nails. And, most importantly, after lunch with him, I never got poisoned - apparently, the body in his presence released some protective substances.
It wasn’t a mask, that was interesting. 100% is not a mask. Everything is natural and organic. He was spared from life as a year-old child. Per as a child, he fell into a chain with tears of enthusiasm, weeped by the fans of Valery Obodzinsky, like Asterix - in a boiler with magical grease.
We called him “Mr. Endorphin.” In the smoking room, you could often hear: something fucking today, I'll go and talk to Endorphin. Mr. Endorphin shone with baldness like a lighthouse.
Do you know what is the funniest? He and his family are the same, under eternal phenazepam. He once invited me to visit. I quickly bought some undue cheap cake, waffle, well, with such first-class girls go on a date with the girls. We sat down at the table, with him, his wife and son, cut this wooden cake, squeezed two knives and bended one, laid out plates and went away. What a wonderful miracle, the child stumbled. What a wonderful shock, his wife picked up. Here are the fucks, they mock, I thought, and then I looked: no, people have natural ecstasy. When I said goodbye, I barely kissed my hands, all three.”
In this place, a hot dog was brought to a friend, and he finished the story.
“You asked me how I would eat it,” he said, “very simple: I’ll include Mr. Endorphin.”
A friend took a hot dog, brought it to his mouth and whispered:
"What a ruby sausage, with dust with heat, with spices. Oh, there is not only ketchup, from the most selected tomatoes, but also mustard, spicy, sweet. The coolest and freshest cake.
“The girl! “I cried through all the cafés to the owner of the establishment, I can also have a hot dog!”

In Moscow, there was a turn to the relics of St. Iphony.

There are wolves in the winter. A lot of traces (not to be confused with dogs) are already in the former building of the cable road. So, further the plateau alone is not desirable to walk. Better go with company.
Enough of the wolves.

A*le warned of burning display i*e X

The screensaver is returning solemnly.

Only, of course, they will somehow be cleverly named and will definitely be paid, because for successful people, those who can afford, and all that, yes.

Shit, how are you shit, shit, shit shit,
Of all, foolish, the text to hear, your mother, only the last line, you idiot patented,
the cock,
The brain in which class you are tainted.
When you were 13 years old, what did you do?! to
All, fixation on the topics "sex" and "money", no more ideas about this world and other people?! to
You have gone astray to the devil’s mother, fool, so that you do not have a bottom or a blanket.
Go back to fifth grade, sit down for textbooks.
Teach, fool, teach, fool, what else is in the world,
Buy a dictionary, read it, read it, shit, every word, shit, read it.
Look at it, you are damned.
Take the original quote and every word in it, shit, study,
When you learn, go back to the third class, where words are made into sentences, and put the words you have studied into sentences.
And realize, shit what you’ve been told.

This is not even a burning popcorn. It was virtually a nuclear explosion. I am in admiration!

What is it that prevents you from diversifying your life?
Yyy: Lenny and the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation