From Flute to Jazeera:
xxx 7 November 2013, 13:11:37 Local

I started XP on Debian under the virtual. He works fucking.
How are you? =) is

yyy 7 November 2013, 13:31:48 Local
And I am not a fan of onanism in sneakers.

It is time to take your child to the logopedist.

This is my hui. I’m rushing to Hui! (The Role)

Here is my jigsaw. No, it’s not a puppy, it’s a puppy!

Imagine my aunt and I go to fur shops looking for a gift for my mother’s birthday. The stuff has gone a bit around already, we see a large "Mechanics" (sic!). They stood, thought, yet decided to go. Come, let’s see, and come to me as a consultant, say, look for something? I, so carelessly looking at the store, give out: “I would have a couple of gigantic human-like combat robots.” Before hiding in the shelter, she still bragged for a long time "How long have you already borrowed" and "How many more such jokes".

A lawyer and a psychiatrist.
Yu - Blind, this week I got rid of two other idiot clients, now only one remains, but this is already tolerable, but I will end with him and only normal will remain.
Q. I am not threatened.

Ecologist, looking at the vacancies, gets: "Specialist in modular ecology".

Job description: a cleaner is required for modular bio-toilets.

My wife is touching a new keyboard. His fingers on the buttons. The dialogue:
I: Are you that?
I am looking for hot buttons.
I am :?? to
She: on the box is written "warm" buttons
I am "hot"? to
She: Yes
There is no scene ?

You would know how hard it is for an experienced gynecologist to find a decent woman.

The younger brother (B) went to the army, writes...
B: There was rubbish in the first days.I still suck
I : what?
B: Chuvak, from our military committee... In Novocherkassk lives.
B: Crossing means pursuing the bushels. Everything has almost finished... He’s kind of too... He’s running there in ten layers of thread.
I: Oh
B: 3 hours he sat sewing, smoothed...Karoch on the dead seated... Clothes, and he has a pursuit on his back sewn))))))

What I found :)))
Artist Peter Pavlensky from St. Petersburg held an unusual action, timed to the Day of an employee of the internal affairs bodies, which is celebrated on Sunday, November 10. About 13 o’clock the man dressed up on the Red Square, after which he nailed his scrotum to a stone scrotum.
The comments:
Chapter 8: Stitched the Nail? The stone stone? And the nail has not bended, and the hammer has never failed?
YYY: The brushing technology assumes the presence of seams between individual blocks. Here in these seams to wrap a nail is much easier than in a granite block.
Twenty-first: in the sewing it is, of course, more ingenious... however, the technology of the creative act process is not quite clear: because the creator has exposed all absolutely, sat naked with the fifth point on the cold scrotum (November, however), the scrotum must be bored from this, before the sewing in the scrotum it must be forcibly pulled off, targeted with a nail and hit the nail with a heavy object... at least three hands are needed...
ZZZ: For some reason I always thought that Michelangelo, Raphael, Shishkin, Vereshchagin, Repin, Rembrandt, Vasnetsov, Surikov, Aivazovsky, Leonardo da Vinci, Rublev, Titian, etc. They are artists. The artist is the one who sticks his eggs to the ground with a nail. Or am I old, or is Petya not an artist at all?

xxx: We have a cheerleader - a aunt under 60, coming from the next tax seminar, says: "Shit, the fucking fucking fucking fucking! Not only did they impose a bla-bla-bla tax, but they also added a bla-bla-bla withdrawal. And if anything - the penalty bla bla bla"
YYY: So straight and speaking?! to
xxx: I gave you the essence, and so she is very educated...

to this:

<51ddy>
In the new passports is proposed to place the text of the state anthem of the Russian Federation, graphic images of events from the history of Russia, the Russian Empire, the USSR and modern Russia or cities at each turn, as well as statements and images of famous citizens about Russia and our people. It is also proposed to set the contours of Kiev Russia, the Russian Empire within the borders of 1913, the USSR within the borders of 1963 and Russia within the borders of 2013.

<51ddy>
I need more scannword and anecdotes on the last page.

So this is a textbook on the history of primary classes, it is easier to stick a photo to it, so at least budget money saves.

Talk about terrible girls:

XXX: When I sleep with a scary girl so that I don’t feel ashamed, I call it “sexual charity.”

YYY thought a little: Yes, I’ll look at the mecenate.

In any unclear situation, kiss.
WOW: Go to sleep.
WOW: What’s the point of kissing when the nines wrapped your pineapple to build a ship to Minnesota?

The shops of accessibility are lovely.
Today, you could see two unforcedly purchasing men in five-foot shoes and shirt coats.
Thank you, not without...

stevejobs: a train ticket bought in the Internet Explorer browser via the megaphone internet card of the Sberbank with delivery by the Russian Post opens the door to hell

Pirate does not catch guests

I work in the area of the far north in a well-known oil company, the people there are mostly creative, here is the first story about observation.
At one oil industry in the service of the CIP worked three people. Two old zombies for fifty years worked at night, and a young man who worked by day for twenty-four years, let us call him Tychon, with a gentle appearance and a good-hearted character, quick and cheerful. In the summer, the dirt in our fisheries is not light, because everyone walks in rubber boots. Therefore, a two-hundred-liter barrel is taken, no matter whether it is plastic or steamed.It (the barrel) is cut from the bottom of 30-40 centimeters and turns out as if it were a barrel, we call them half-barrels, (although this is probably a square), then this pelvis is installed near the entrance to all rooms and bars, water is poured into it and everyone who wants to enter the room pre-places one leg in this improvised washer, rinks the boots, sweat the second leg similarly, and goes in so that dirt does not carry. Thus, Tychon always flew to this corner from the run, then jumped and two of his legs with splashes got into the center then with ritual outcry jumped several times in the water, and then with one jump left this vessel.
At night, during their shift, they removed the half, took the whole barrel, cut off only the top of it and buried it in the ground, so that it would look like a half. Shed water...
The morning. Tikhon cleaned his clutches, went out on the street, looked at the harsh northern sky, funly ran away and jumped into this barrel... falling on the buttocks into the water and drowning the cellphone.
At this time, two of his colleagues with lead brains stood by the window with cigarettes in their teeth and watched this wonderful picture.
In general, for the sake of two seconds of pleasure, the guys dug the frozen soil all night.
PS: It’s been crazy for a week until a new story happened.

What stories did your parents usually read to you before going to bed?
You graduate from college and then earn a lot of money.

Mikhail: Well, the architecture turned out to be expandable (costles) and stable (errors appear constantly)

P.S As a judge, I know what I am writing about. Do you think we are not people?

You sage Khodorkovsky, Navalny, the Pussy and the Mountaineers, you let go of the Capks, the Ments and the Deputies – no, not people.