There are far more women in the world than men, and men still pay for sex.

He went to Walmart in Fargo, North Dakota. Long time not there. Immediately struck in the eyes the presence of new cashier girls. Wrapped in the abbeys, in t-shirts. The faces are not pure Arabs, obviously from somewhere in North Africa. There are 10 people in the room.

I broke up and went to one of them. The name on the bayik is completely unspoken, the language - apparently recently arrived. Well, okay, I didn’t talk to her for life, counted, and let’s, witnesses. I counted, stocked everything, left a package with a couple of pork steaks. He says, “I can’t scan it.” I see what the problem is, I think the label is broken. No, everything is in place. I am confused, asking what it is. He said, “This is pork.” Thank you, I understand it’s pork, but why can’t you scan it? The shallow thought - a Muslim, pork... I wanted to offer myself to scan, but decided that it was idiotic, it can not be.

It turns out, maybe! A Muslim cashier cannot touch packed pork. A minute later a guy came, scanned it and put it in my bag. I am in shock!and c)

I am a creature tolerant to impossibility, I judge people not by their skin color or accent, but by their actions. I respect a fellow Negro or Arab much more than a pale landlord sitting on a velfer. But then I began to suspect that something was going wrong. How can you take a person into the store who can’t take the goods in hand? Why do you go to work when there is a terrible pork around you?

Try it at the mosque. (c) Imagine a white girl being taken to work in an Arab country, who can’t take a lamb in her hands! A dozen girls in the room. And the local Ahmed runs between them, scanning them a lamb.

It will destroy the tolerance of Europe with America, hears my heart.

I admire the female intuition. I took a friend’s phone to call because my phone was unloaded, telling my wife that I would be delayed. She took the phone, and I, having no time to say anything, heard, “Yes, my unsaturated frog.” How did she know that I was calling?! to

Review of Will Smith's New Trailer:
Here, Smith has gotten into something fantastic again! I hope it will be a movie...

xxx: repair our department of economic sciences
xxx: dust, dirt, ruin, desolation, "currrrrrrrva" spread from the clubs of whites
I went to Robert.
Robert will turn off the computer.
XXX is not. His mother is a supercomputer. Two in the universe of such, the other in the department of applied physics.
Robert collected data for two years and beat computer time for another two months. He loaded terabytes of data there and threatened to solve the puzzle of short-term currency hikes. The computer was running for a day and 33% completed the operation. Nobel is not beyond the mountains.
XXX: There are some plebeys with paper.
xxx: When I went in, he embraced the computer and threatened to burn here all the heroes that the leadership puts on the advancement of economic science.
XXX: What is it?
The times are changing, but the persecution of thinkers is only taking more and more perverted forms.

If you have a sick heart and doctors say there is no hope, don’t despair, act, sell out the rest of your healthy organs.

Zzz: So, ladies and gentlemen, we have defeated unemployment in our country. The case for the small remains to beat the unemployed.

Cats and nightmares

I felt the legs of my handed poppy another year through a dream on my shoulder after she died. And the nightmare began when I finally woke up and realized that she wasn’t there and that it was just a glitch of the nervous system :( Appreciate your furry while they’re around.

Talk about permission to carry weapons.
You are all America, America. Freedom and freedom. Here we have freedom! Photoshops in every house. America did not dream.

XXX is:
How is life, what do you do?
YYY :
Over the city there are dense clouds, the streets are dirty and dark.
The smell of solvents in the room.
In front of me on the table blinking metal tools.
Tears, anger and powerlessness.
Grey drops shine on the floor, on clothes, on fingers.
I paint my nails.

I go to the metro. Weekends and few people. I notice that the phone is almost sitting down, I take the cable from the battery and plug it in.



What is it? An elderly lady in a cocktail hat sits down to me. Their phone! Is it charging? The Miracles! I always want to sit down at the most inappropriate time.

No miracles, I answer. Just an external battery, and I get the culprit out of the bag.

What a charm! Where do they take such?

In any electronics store. The main thing is to make sure that the capacity is larger. Ten thousand is enough for you.

and oh! Thank you very much, I didn’t even know there was one! The woman thanked me warmly.



I did not come out of the subway as an ordinary passenger, but as Prometheus, who gave people fire. I am waiting for the eagle. Traditions are traditions.

In the same Pushkin, another castrate wise man tried to squeeze the shamahan queen from the Tsar-Daldon. Per, just because of the hormone immobility, he was the only one who saw its true essence and tried to guard the country from its political influence, but it looked exactly like a quarrel because of the grandmother.

Two thousand years starting with Caesar, the pedicles did not get better, so why would they become angelicals in the last 60 years?

And in what century were heteros all like one good people?

Men who think that all gay people are going to kick your precious ass, you are miserable and funny. You have not given up to anyone :)

In the Gittimes discussion of weapons:

xxx: And all the Olympic Games are built around the simulation of combat actions: shooting from the bow, throwing a spire, throwing a nucleus, throwing a disk (shield), jumping with a six (initially a spire) and so on.
yyy: It’s scary to think about what combat actions simulate volleyball, table tennis, art gymnastics, curling or figurative skating.

<xxx> and I'm raining behind the window) grandmother on top again borst through the shirt
<yyy> Close the windows and you will not have rain outside the window
<xxx> and you can do it yourself. Whatever it means (from listening to)
<yyy> moor*
<xxx> and you mur)

"Hitler's phone sold with a hammer was a fake".

Thor’s hammer sold from the phone also turned out to be a fake.

cTokep is!
ctokep: Two students from India moved to our group.
ctokep: finally our programming tutor will see the real, fresh and authentic Hindu code!

Miolz
Always be yourself. Unless you can be a dragon. Always be a dragon.

Reenbic
Miolz, you have now recounted the main strategy of my pile on the goblins in MTG.

DecadenceLar: Remember, you said "Not only the one who does nothing is wrong"?
Viy: Well what?
DecadenceLar: friend, thank you for the great advice! Really helped!