Get the Fascist Bukhanka

His grandfather served in artillery. After the war, everyone's life was scattered: the grandfather went to the factory, someone went to the institute, and someone left to pay the debt to the homeland. But the connection was not lost. And here, two grandfather uniforms, together serving up to retirement and high officer ranks, were at the grandfather at the holiday table on the occasion of the next anniversary.
and victory. They watched the parade, sang under the accordion, remembered past times and
The departing comrades.
At this time, I found myself in this place completely by chance, went to take a drill to the dacha. I decided to stop and congratulate the veterans. After the next
“Fighting 100 grams”:
- Ephremich, and remember how we then beat the Fritians the second time, then, in
65 in the collection.
I did not understand what it was about and divided the men (to call the elderly of these energetic joyful people the tongue does not rise) to the story.

They were then sent to eastern Germany to command the large-scale exercises of Soviet troops in honor of the 20th anniversary of victory, high ranks arrived, assessed the combat capability of our army. Either it did, or specifically for the display, the artillery regiment was located directly near the border of the DDR and the Federal Republic of Germany. The Germans, of course, got worse and sent observers on their side to the border. When the commission arrives and shootings are conducted, they photograph what is happening and listen/record radio conversations. The rest of the time is boring for them and us. Only the Germans have television, girls, drinks. The snaps will be eaten, and at three o’clock in the night, the signal missiles will noise, the ahis, or the magnetophone with German songs will be turned on at full volume. And we - the bosses left, and do what you want, only the toilet can not go further, there is nothing to provoke. In fact, sit all day in a tent, play cards and drink alcohol that is no longer in the throat. And so a week. When the event was coming to an end and the camp was about to collapse, the chief at the house. The part found in the stockpile of the chopped loaves of bread, brought the storyteller of this story.
“Ephremich, command a soldier to run to the field.
It is a sin to throw bread away.
M. M. We will not throw it away. We are our bread now to these fascists.
At the same time, our kids will have a little fun.

For those who do not know, I will explain - this type of cannon has a separate charge, that is, a projectile alone, a separate charge. Theoretically, you can shoot anything that gets into the shell.

So then:
Weapons to fight! and Charge! Azimut 25, height of 10! The Ago!
...and two crumbs of bread fly toward a German truck with reconnaissance equipment. The car falls on the side. On the side in the place of hitting the "gun" a huge blast. The bread from the blow flies into the crumbs and the Germans can't find what got in them. If there were a real projectile, there would be a hole. Or a huge fire in case of a breakdown. There is vanity, something is screaming, we are being looked at in binoculars.
The officer ticks his finger into the sky, he may hint at a meteorite, or maybe at the attack of “green men”. And the connection now they do not have, a truck with a radio station antenna is lying in the ground, you will not call help promptly.
Ours, meanwhile, without giving sight, gathered tents, wiped up weapons, and left.

Soon the origin of the “sniper” the Germans, of course, established. No one was punished, everything ended up in a peaceful conversation, “You do not go into our affairs, then we will not go into you with bats.” And the public disclosure of this case did not start to give, apparently the Frics were embarrassed that the Russians disrupted their car at the time with broken bread.

p.s Efremich, he is Mikhail Efremovich - a real man, a veteran, served the entire war as the commander of the most famous "Katyushy". I hope that in the next anniversary of Victory will tell something more fascinating from the grey soldier routines.

Maxim Galkin’s mother grew up on his wife’s songs.

Will you not miss me at all?Have you found a replacement for me?? to
S1k0man: Well yes)) Left and right. They are twins.

Refrigerators have the ability to attract magnets.

I went to the porn site to grab, saw a banner with interesting articles for the curriculum, used on these sites, wrote the curriculum..

The Informant

(15.12.11 12:19)
In Perm, five gas stations are burning near the gas station.
(15.12.11 12:53)
In Perm, five gas vehicles and gas stations burned.

Post in one of the blogs: "I built a house of chairs, covering them with cloth.
Only I and the cat could get there, and I was pleased.
First comment: My chairs were attached to the floor.

A: I am lost to a normal society.
B: What again?
A: I went to watch lesbian porn.
A: At second at thirty, my attention shifted from the girls to the bed.
A: aaa, such an offgenic bed, large, soft, square, spaaat.
A is turned off.

To us in the warehouse brought a new position "Toys soft-cut mixers" (soft-cut, it means that it was filled not hard, but with love and care), among which there is some penguin, speaking with a German accent and in every phrase "I am!", and balls start from the slightest vibration. Here I put a box in which 96 of these creatures and accidentally dive. What an orgia that started in that same box! Immediately I remembered the classic German orgies, for from each gap the penguins shouted with the choir "I am!"

Oleg89: Yes, when I have sex, then the whole street smokes out!
Does the girl come before or after?

After the purchase on the fifth day the mouse broke (the wheel failed), he gave to the service:
From the service followed this conclusion about the breakdown:
He had a wealthy,
And the pressure of his finger was comparable to the stroke of the quavalda.
And give him a metal mouse so that it will serve him forever.

XXX: And my ex was so capable that I even embarrassed my wife to ask.

You may not be ashamed, but you are afraid that he can too?

Comments on Gasoline:
Read the article Enter in the propeller (( Nitrogen gas and fuel activator.)) I added a friction modifier to the engine oil, which gave me a 25% fuel savings. The refiner gave 30%, the metal air conditioner - the same, 28% added geomodifier and teflon add-on... And now every 30 km I have to stop casting gasoline from the tank.

Tucson has an agitation
The fewer fingers
More Stage

Women at work discuss the phrase that scars adorn men. It was said that before they fought all themselves, putting themselves under bullets, arrows and clings, and the scars testified to the bravery of war. And now, one projectile - and no scars, no men=))

She gave her shoes to Dr. Eblan. Is it a hint?

Nothing convinces so much of the existence of the soul as the feeling that it has been struck.

I: Hello
Someone: Hi
Someone: M or not?
I: Are you a boy or a girl?
I was the first to ask.)

Comments on the photo of the DPS machine, squeezed between the lighthouse pillar and the fence:

by Anonymous
I think the car was dropped from somewhere above, and it fell just between the fence and the pillar. + 5

by Monk
So it was apparently taken, and on the left side it was carried on the right side.
Then she hit the fence with her forehead, and by inertia flew further only by the back, and met the pillar. +1 is

by law of physics
The idiot crap?
It turned around the clock. His ass ran into the pillar and continued to turn toward the fence. + 8

by Construction Committee
A cow is a cow??? It stood quietly, and at this time the builders built a fence. Then the Tajiks came and began to put the pillar. He did not fit and had to put it in the trunk. +27

I, in order to shake out all the anger, take a bottle, smoke a window in the kitchen (9th floor), and throw the bottle down from all the way... after a couple of seconds on the whole street begins to pull the syrene, I understand that I hit someone's car...

Now take that bottle and put it in your ass. You guys, are you fucking fucking? How can, how can? Even in someone’s head to spit. Even in the best...