In those moments when someone confuses with me the concepts of a sociopath and a sociophob, I turn from a sociophob to a sociopath.

#fighting a fist

>>> If it were in real life, it would not be counted as none.

If you and in real life every joke comment this - you are just the soul of society!
From the lady, the dude, there is no removal?

Their habits

My Swedish friend sometimes wears a fox when he goes to the opera. The fox looks great on the wide shoulders of a Swedish man in the glow of crystal lustres.

The lover gave me a car, and I don’t know what to do with it. Not telling my husband...

Ask your husband the same. Then you sell one, you ride on the other - walla, you have the money, the car, the husband and the lover are both proud and happy.

The range of action is limited by the sphere of influence.

The right clothes are the first thing to hunt. Have you seen the frog? She is dressed in a house. Therefore, any hunter after buying guns and clothes wants to buy a hunting house in the hell. Because in the wilds is more.

The house was small: five-walled, thirty-acre land. Counsellors and other shelters. The river runs with fish. A real puppy in my understanding. and self-sufficient. There even cell phones were taken only if on the roof to go, the staircase on the pipe to put and from the staircase to throw it up. Healthy holidays for hunting.

And then from the morning it was raining, the frost at 20 degrees, the life was hiding, snowmen themselves went into the stall. A good owner in such weather and the dog on the street will not drive, and hunters what is worse than dogs?

Not much worse. Beauty: in the furnace the wood is rubbed, the purge is tapped into the windows, five men are at the table, only from the bathroom, the conversations are conducted. By night, the second liter per breath has already gone, who is already sleeping, who is just going to.

On the street it is dark, though the eye is coole, and wheat. I hear someone knocking in the window. I went to open the door. As the snow opened me, a pair rounded me and I could see nothing. The door closed, the couple slept, I see, the girl is fourteen years old at first glance (then it turned out that she was sixteen already - a small just). The jacket is light, the hat is thin, the face is white and everything, the lips are blue and trembles even more.

- Uncle, let you warm up, please, and on the floor of the village. Well, which village there - the wall slipped, - I only understood from the second time what he said, the lips do not move from the frost. Here is the sex:

I am not alone...

“Call me,” I said, “who else is there. They don’t joke. Even though, sit, I’ll go out myself, and I stretch the unts.

The horses...

What kind of horses? - I ask myself, and I think that the girl's roof is completely frozen, - sit for a while, I'll see.

and went out. Really a horse. Three things. Everything in the snow and pebbles to the wall - there the wind is quieter. He returned to the house, smashed the men, the girl was transferred to the oven.

Vaska (he had his adoptive daughter was just twelve years old then, and the other: he would freeze his leg, then he would burn his school) took the girl: his legs with his hands with vodka, a little inside, so that it would warm up faster and put on a Russian oven, wrapped in a tub.

The rest. I was a cavalry to dig, and the rest of the horses specialists - in the village both grew up, one in the Tatar, the other in the Ossetian.

The girl was good, she didn’t even whisper when she was rubbed, only as if she was caught:

My horses are there. Do not tell anyone...

Why not talk? Why Why? Think of horses. Then they found out. The horses in the barracks were cleaned, the seed was given, the oatmeal was found half a bag, what was left of the old masters - all that is required, in general, I do not understand the horses.

The girl calmed down, fell asleep, and we drank another drink - the dream as a hand removed after such events. By morning the purge was over. The Dawn. We hear our maiden hanging in the oven.

“Uncle,” he said, “where is my clothes? I have to go until I find them.

Who is looking for? Are you running away from your parents? We look at the night guest. The haircut under the boy and the face in the spring is a sort of drawing red with curly, but still hornless.

Probably the police. I stole them.

Well, obviously, the horse was taken by someone. Red is like that.

Why? why? I almost ask the choir. There was only a lack of minors. Go then prove that it’s not us... It’s good that the traces are all gone.

Asked by. It turned out that she carried them from the slaughter. Old horses were, unfit for work, and there are asked. The girl in the summer from the city to her grandmother and grandfather came and cared for these horses - her assistant of the cottage in the former collage was installed. In the winter with feed "not very" - to hit the horses decided. On the cabbage.

We gathered it, who gave what, greatly, indeed, everything, but what was. The horses took off, sat down and said goodbye. Slavka then said that landing at the girl's - that it is necessary to land. He is a descendant of a cavalry, he can be trusted in such things.

We still followed the tracks to the road by the yamaha, for the case. By the way, not in vain. At eleven o’clock the police with the chairman and the bulldozer arrived. Police with the chairman - horses to look for, and the bulldozer to clean the road. We cleaned the road, thanked them, and no horses were found - we didn't even hear anyone. But to sympathize, sympathized - two bottles and a snack.

Everybody thought that the hunting house was the first thing? And purga, fire in the furnace, friends and juvenile criminals. The rest is not the hunt.

A few years later, they rested with their liver on a turbine, two hundred kilometers from the place of the events. Whether it was a birthday or a wedding, I don’t remember. The manager offered a horse walk. Go out to see. I asked the rider how much it cost.

“For you,” he says, “for free, you don’t remember me? What about me, and the horses?

Go find out in the cute painted girl that same frozen teenager. And the horse, she is a horse.

The meaningless tuning of "Lada Priora" can only be doping in curling.

There is one way to reliably identify an extrasensory: insert 100 flashes into the USB port without looking. I don’t understand what they’re doing in the battle of extras at all.

And sex in the family they do not have, in bed she just masturbates her husband.

Well, the husbands are not at all against deceiving their wives, only if they do not actively resist. Why did the opposite situation make you laugh?

"The hall is covered by two-thirds".

I think this is a new word in the assessment of success. The hall was closed by two-thirds. He triumphantly finished the race in fifth place. He got a brilliant knock-out. I earned 7 rubles. Despite the temptation, he retained his honor.

In the distant 1992 year, cheerful Spanish restaurators once again brought the New Cathedral in the ancient Spanish city of Salamanca to the sensation and slightly narrowed. In particular, to the numerous sculptural figures decorating the building, were added a favon eating ice cream from a cup of waffle, and a cosmonaut in full swing. Since then, a sensation has been circulating on the Internet for a decade: direct evidence of contact with extraterrestrial civilizations has been found in the Middle Ages!

Whiteferz: Drive was not in the Czechs or in ours. Before the third period, and after that, the Czechs were late with the drive already. The match was boring, and it is for the best, ahead of the plague classic.

(The Germans in the second semi-final sensationally take the Canadians 4:3 and go to the final)

Infodefence: Russia Germany A classic plague since 1914.

<Light Filters >
There are three degrees of oligofrenia:
Easy: Repost of bearded anecdotes.
Medium: misunderstanding of bearded anecdotes due to the absence of a spade in them.
Heavy: Appeal to the authors of old anecdotes, with the blame of their ignorance...

xxx: A barbecue is a great way to lose all the documents together.
yyy: I heard it called "infarct" )

In comments to the news about the Olympics, about the protein that prevented the snowboarding:

xxx: Belchon, running across the track escaped into the forest, instantly slid to the top of the highest pine. The blinking eyes did not blink, as the confused snowboarder wasted time and glasses. A servant of Russia whispered a beast and jumped away.

xxxh: Small at the very height of the transitional age began to wonder. I mocked him once long and bored for some bitch. I say, as a child, I would have been scolded a hundred times for this, and I am a fool, scolded you. He built a row, his ears were wrapped to listen to this, then he dropped out of the room, I hear, he balls through the closets. I returned, with an eggy smell, the belt stretches, like you gave me birth, you kill me.
I say, is it serious?
It is like this on the pants:
And seriously!
I shrugged his shoulders and broke him from the heart.
Cry, shout... The boy was offended, did not expect it to hurt. Who then reconciled with him.
After a couple of weeks of quiet, the shootings began again. But I am smart, I am now not even hinting on the old grandfather's method, and morality did not start to read. I say calmly and firmly:
Bring your iPhone here and I’ll be back in a month.
Little with the head down comes out of the coinat, in a couple of minutes comes back and stretches my belt.

How do people in a distant galaxy fly faster than the speed of light?
YYY: Very simple – they have a very small speed of light. Have you seen the rays fly?

Hello to you! Here nearby, in the midst of the bird's whistle and the unobtrusive whispering of the wind, as if lighting the green waves of the berry grove with a bagel, giving the heat like the summer sun at the height of the swollen, thirsty July summer, blowing out light smoke like the rising fog from the spread of the lake at dawn, frightening the forest inhabitants - working bobs, wise hives and careless whistlers, the house-museum of Prishvina burns. There is no need for firefighters anymore.

I do not know reliably.
How to ride horses
Fury on the road.
Oksana with Olga

You know, and I like the new tea less than the old one. He is stylish, but unpleasant, there are sharp edges on the pen. And he is less. I will probably take him to work :)

YYY: Well, it often happens, beautiful, but unpleasant to touch.

XXX: It sounds like the perfect secretary choice for a husband)))))))