Fuck the students, fuck them all! Go quietly crush with your crocodiles and let saliva on their bouquets! Nothing to eat? by Ibartin!
— — —
The student. I clean up at night in the supermarket. and 2/2.

A little about overload.
and Linux:
- here you have the drawings of the scroll, here you have the glue, the rubber and the pump, continue to fuck as you know.
The Uzer:
The bulk! Oh, he was swimming out.
The Sindoes:
- here you have a hole circle, here you have an OTC sticker, glue and pump you will find yourself, fuck as you know.
The Uzer:
The bulk! It is your mother! The bulk! The Pammy! Oh, he was swimming out.
of IOS:
Here is this magnificent and perfectly refined Air Ball with a magnificent Gradient. What about glue and pump? not placed! And drawings give here, we’ll burn them, it’s illegal. And, by the way, leave the credit card number, as we will look for it later, it will not pop up.
The Uzer:
I can imagine how the poor suffer. How magnificently I swim...what? None to None! of Pamagiti! Someone to!
The bulk.

Ho-ho-ho, I live all the living, only Lenin lives me.
222: U... All his life wanted to know, but what inventory number is Lenin’s mummy?
Hm... Do you think the leader of the proletariat has an inventory number?
222: Everything in this world is possible.

Something I can’t force myself out of the house.
Throw your cigarettes in the shower and wait an hour and a half.

One morning, I wake up with my husband, car-embracing, here I remember my dream and say:
I dreamed today that I had a romance with Boyarski.
My husband is upset!
I: Oh, he is old.
The husband is even more upset: And that’s the only thing that annoys you? 0 - O

In winter, all women are divided into two types: they never wear hats and wear hats everywhere.

Yes, no, lady, "in Zags"- these are your wishes. and :)
Here I am, young, healthy and beautiful. I don’t give flowers and gifts, I want to fuck, I don’t hide wishes. Why do you all divorce me on a relationship with Zack in the prospect of what I am doing wrong?
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You forget to pay for everything. You can call the "bubbles-bubbles" and pay for sexual services with money. It’s quick, but it’s a pity. You can’t spend a penny and beat an ordinary girl for sex. But you will have to pay anyway - with signs of attention, with your free time. This is called the "relationship". You can get sex from young and lonely. You won’t have to spend money, you won’t have to start "relationships". But you will be foolishly used and sent out, and it is still unclear who will eventually catch who, you or you. You pay with your self-esteem. I explain clearly? and choose. Up to 2 variants "no relationship".

I read a local sex chat... эхh... and that idea was good – with tape.
Women who want sex wear red.
Married and Blue.
Who wants relationships - purple (like the transition from red to blue).
Who wants to be friends and communicate - green.
Anyone who doesn’t want white.
You can even combine colors within reasonable boundaries.
That is beauty!! Everyone would live much easier. Let’s make the world better together, right? and ;)
ZY: And if the ribbons are also reflective - in general, it is useful. and ;)

@arxont: If a man wants a radio-controlled toy and a woman wants order, then a robot vacuum cleaner is the perfect gift.

@arxont: From the downsides - a man can start specifically rubbing, so that there is something to destroy with his megatron.

If the gods want to punish, they destroy the mind.
A normal woman needs care first of all from a man. What it will consist of for each particular woman - flowers, canned foods, walks under the moon, help at work/study, vessels, clothes by season, male homework, books, etc. It is determined by life circumstances and the character of the woman herself.
But in order to understand this simple fact, a man will have to come out of the comfortable cocon of selfishness, consumerism and infantilism.
It is not about the sadness of women that they were endowed with expensive crowns, and not just given money, did not pay for access to the body, no. And about what they didn’t think about at all, about needs, about problems, about urgent affairs. And it is such a heartless attitude that humiliates her.

To the sick:

<...>

>Love wrote that I am a prostitute, because I am easy to wake up<

I’m afraid of men.And the accusations of a prostitute because of my physiology.One is safer.

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When I read this, it feels like girls are diligently avoiding adequate guys.
Then they start to be afraid of men.
I have such an exciting girl. She is very emotional and can easily be hurt to tears. Therefore, I protect her from all negativity, treating her gently and tremendously. I understand that emotion and excitability are interrelated.
I even appreciate it in her.
Therefore, I tell you: meet not with the guy who has shown initiative, but with the one whom you can confidently call understanding and adequate, having talked to him for a while. Yes, it will take some time. Yes, we need to make an effort. But you know - pearls - they are on the bottom of the sea, and g... - floats on the surface. Success to you.

This is an example of English humor:
“Why, Sir John, I’m not invited to any decent English club?
“But sir Michael, here’s an invitation from Shakespeare’s Club of Lovers, from the Club of Cricket Lovers, from the Club of Hunting Foxes, finally!
“Oh, Sir John, can you call a ‘reasonable’ club that accepts gentlemen like me?! to

Have you seen yourself in this joke? You want to date a good girl, you suffer that you don’t have a girl... but when the girl makes the first step, because you yourself suffer sitting on the shirt straight, you’re just starting to scratch her! Because "a good" girl will not fit you, right? Here, no one is suitable after 1-2 attempts, taught by bitter experience.

As a child, he was sitting with a friend at a guest house, and the four somehow argued with him (My friend is a terrible athlete). In general, we sit argue, the acquaintance silently looks at everything that is happening, I am a friend argument, he is a counterargument and so long - long...And then he gets tired of arguing and he cries in his hearts "And in general whose house is this, my or yours", having in mind me, the housewife, timidly so "Well, in general, my...";

I went with a friend from Peter to Moscow by car, I was driving a long time. I fell asleep. I woke up from an unstable tick in the rib. We are in a clean field. Not the forest. Not the villages. Without a pillar. The field. The navigator joyfully said: Congratulations! You have reached the Red Square!
And women’s orientation in space is complaining.

Are you fucking fucking? If a girl sleeps with you, she is a dish and a prostitute. If he does not sleep, he is a prostitute and a fool. Before you, the girl should be a virgin, and with you not a barrel and immediately sleep. You do not owe her anything (even orgasm, let’s be honest). Fuck and fuck each other. And leave women with suitable men, who do not run with questions about how much you have had and with the outcry I would put in you.

From YouTube about the levitation meltdown. Inside the spiral levitates a piece of metal, then melts into a drop, the magnetic field turns off and the drop falls, forming a patch, and immediately freezes.
Denis Denis: device for mass production of aluminum glue =) 

In the toilet lie: two tomics of Brabdery, the book of Conan Doyle, "Popular Mechanics" and "The Art of the 20th Century in Names", and the husband still reads brochures from "Magnet".

I read about hungry students.
In the university, I studied in the morning and in the afternoon, and worked in the evenings and weekends. If I had to do home tasks or prepare for the exam - I cut off from sleep. I slept for 4 hours a day, learned to sleep standing in the subway, of course, no parties, walks or alcohol. But I didn’t allow myself to take a penny from potential sponsors because, shit, I’m proud. Nothing, learned 10 years ago as, the real personal life began after school. I don’t need any medal, but if you’re willing to prostitute for food or money, it’s just your personal choice, and you don’t have to be offended by the truth.
Professional prostitutes, you know, don’t work out of a good life on the track either, but that doesn’t make them someone else.

The roof of our admin has gone. Since Monday he has been walking and constantly pronouncing with different intonations a mysterious phrase:
I am a root!

What kind of money to help a decent woman?"There were lovers who quietly spent on a cognac of 2,500, the heart was shedding blood, the student was, could eat for such money for a month...Once one boasted that he got stuck at the base, bought several boxes of Bush's scissors and legs.
Why didn’t you bring me at least one bottle?
I looked so strangely. Donated only unnecessary flowers, statuettes and vases. That’s fucking romantic! You sit hungry, look at this bouquet and get angry!
For some reason, men do not think that a girl needs to eat. to dress. Giving money – never!