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Anyone who called the thread? well there is a peak lady, a whistleblower...

Christina Brittic wrote at 19:27
No, only the doctor at home...after which I was taken to the hospital...but so scary

Sorry for the ug, but the attempt is not torture.
I was hit by a car, I have been in the hospital for a month, a spinal fracture. I don’t know if I will ever walk again. It is not difficult for you, please wish me good health.

The xxx:
Today my wife cut on the onion, and I was crying.

To find this secret gap through which the socks from the washing machine under the couch.

The universe on vacation. We sit in the buffet, fire alarms and such a sad voice:
"Fire alarm, everyone leave the building."
At the exit, they asked the guard.
The students:
What happened?
The guard:
Again a fool with a button.
The voice from behind: “I’m not a fool, I’m the fire safety chief!”

I join. Mr. Perm,.. we are gathering with a bunch of friends, the recognition sign serves...... we hold the cell in our hands.

Perm goppers are creative, haha :)

Why 4 hours of cat vigor often fall on my 8 hours of sleep? : / /

X: Blyyn, I didn’t sleep at all... I slept late yesterday
A really late bedtime is when in the morning the socket rings, you take the telephone, read the alarm, press the answer button, scream in the telephone: -
ALLO!", and you yourself convulsively try to remember: who is the Wake-up and how do you know him?

Shortness is the sister of talent, but not in the case of logs!
The Windows Server has now broken down.
There is only a message in the log:
"The previous completion of the work was unexpected"

The eyes are frightened and the hands...
And the hands throw out all the naked so that the eyes are not afraid ><!
ZnOy

Once everybody can...

Plus those who want no more goats to post here like this shit.

to this:

The Japanese invented a device that processes documents into toilet paper right in the office.

here the main thing before filling this "shredder" do not forget to pull the scraps out

I am a native of Ukraine, with American and Israeli citizenship. And to me, in the United States, Spanish is taught by a woman from South Africa whose mother tongue is French.
The Globalization and the Jump.

In the Republic of Mari El, we decided to introduce a new measure of punishment: instead of imprisonment, the convicted is placed under house arrest. The first person to be convicted of this punishment was convicted of beating his wife:)))))

and XPLoiD:
The situation is like this, from MTS came a letter, to which the auto-respondent on my Yandex-mail shelet "thank you, your letter has reached me", to which from MTS comes a letter: "This address is not intended for receiving emails.
This message is automatically formed, and you do not need to respond to it." and my email again answers "thank you, your email has arrived" and so on.
In general, the box contains 108 300 letters from MTS and their number is increasing. This was a long dialogue. I think by 2012 the box will come fucking. Or the Yandex.

Only in Russia you can see that people in the guests stretch their pants - to fit more.

With the years wisdom comes, but stupidity does not go away.
Hunter

This story, recorded from the words of the immediate participant, took place in the year and thus ninety-first. Maybe not in the first, not the point. And the point is that a group of third-students of the biology and ground faculty then left LGU to Belgorod, to practice. Why I am not lying there. Per they have soils there that are amazing and different from the unchanging St. Peter's swamp. Or the leader of the group was a noble excavator and collector of all kinds of German automatic boilers there, which are rich in Belgorod land, which absorbed more than one SS division. And in addition to souvenirs, the earth will give birth in immeasurable amounts of sugar beetle, from which local grandmothers cook an elixir in which, according to rumors, a spoon is standing, and standing for a minute and completely dissolves into the component atoms. Not to mention the influence of such an elixir on human consciousness.

The group was the most ordinary – there were in it both botanists (both in the literal and in the translated sense), and lodyris, and there was even one Negro. In addition to the coffeey color of the skin, brightly expressed lips and hair, this Negro had a fantasticly chic name: Gabriel Rabinovich. His name was Gaby, in honour of the heroine Svetlicna with whom Stirlic danced, but no more.
History silences how Father Gaby, a ship doctor of the Baltic Sea Steam, managed to bring from Cuba a tropical beauty-woman, and how many shells had to write down on the captain of the ship, the private person, and all kinds of customs officials, but it all ended successfully, thanks to Daddy's breakthrough power, which, however, unlike the eagle's nose and nightmarish sight, our hero did not inherit.

When on the first day the group became a camp on the edge of a small hill, the first thing, of course, arose the problem of replenishing the reserves of fuel, which ended in the train before reaching Kursk. They decided not to wait for the evening to send a capture group to the nearby village. The commander of the group was appointed a well-known trainer Vítka Petrov, who, for the sake of the trick, took Gaby with him, to surprise the local population. In Gaby, even in the metro of St. Petersburg, other politically uneducated grandmothers pointed with their fingers, and here and more so. The village was small, one main street and one secondary. Right in the corner, under a red cloth guaranteeing
In May, there was labour in the world. It was, of course, closed, but on the doorstep, apparently because of the tradition, a local cognizant of the green snake smoked. He appreciated it, apparently, from early preschool age and up to this moment, and therefore was a valuable language.
Envying Vítka with Gabi Alkas for some reason was not surprised, and showed unexpected insight, giving testimony without waiting for the interrogation. For you, guys, it is visible to the grandmother Clave, right by the column and the third house on the left.

The house was found without any problems, and Vitka, a disgustingly shy man, sent the shy Gaby to knock on the door, and he placed himself on the side, but so to see the reaction of the grandmother of Clava to the Negro presented before her. Per from fear the self will fly cheaper, or maybe the entire device will give. But the door did not open, but a window opened, and a head of about the size of this window emerged from the window, shaved naked, and the colors of purple-black.
After evaluating the situation, the head unexpectedly proposed - well, come in, earners...

That evening, a cover group came out on the tracks of the missing capture group.
After a short search, the group approached the house, at the doorstep of which Vitka lay with a glass in his hand, lovingly looking at the starry sky with glass eyes, in the position of a man ready to embrace the entire universe. In the doorway, in a coward and a maid, stood a younger researcher.
Petro Omagumbi, who was a guest in the village and quietly sang "Ihav kozak za Dunaj." And adhering to the puppy of stability behind the curtain, the student of the third course of the glorious biology and ground faculty of the Leningrad State University Gabriel Mikhailovich Rabinovich urinated from the door.

Everything is fine in Iowa. It is sorry! What a rhythm could be...

It’s all right now, Dr. Mommy and the other sweet delicious coughs from cough, and who remembers BRONCHOLITIN fucking!!! to