We walk together today and see a clear boy in a classic boy posture: sitting on the back of the bench and with his legs on the seat. My commentary:
When you want to be above everyone, and there are no palms near you.

About mercantilism, humble guys and even with them:

When I met my husband, he almost at the very beginning boasted to me of his elegant work and his own - self-employed - apartment. I am so no-no, okay work and ha-ha, wow, okay, of course, but it won’t impress me. And he understood. I was invited more often to sit in my company, to walk in the park together, where we could talk above the roof, be interested in my affairs and just expressed the desire to be near as much as possible. It turned out that the guy was shy, with the girls little experience, and I did not know at first which side to go to me. It also turned out that he was smart, kind and fun, and that we had a mutual physical attraction. Do I mean that his salary-apartment car played no role at all? Maybe they played something. But by themselves, without the soul component, they would never have influenced my desire to be with him. Would I meet him if he was a poor man? possibly. If I could see that he is striving for something and working to surpass himself and his circumstances. Although I have seen it – he is the one who is commonly referred to as the “destroyer” – in everything related to professional growth and development. And if he had been a lazy and apathetic nickname or a sharp, loose bearer, then no apartment-machine would have overthrown this disadvantage. somehow so.

A couple of years ago it was already discovered that the intellectuals "White" are associated exclusively with the poet, and those who are the people - with the "Brigade". I have, if anything, with "Brigade" :)
yyy: Oh, I have the word, if not paying attention to the title letter, with the Civil War.
Zzzz: Oh, and I have a color :-)

Listened out on the street, the mother enthusiastically tells the 10-year-old daughter:
Mother:..and she wanted to make a macdac
My daughter is tired: Mom! McDonald’s is the abbreviation of McDonald’s. And what you meant to say was Daxfees! Face and face, duck and face, you know?

Yesterday broke a veteran grandfather (he is 91 years old), he is usually silent, as he was full of life and a long legal career, and then suddenly sang "Huy jumped into Grishka-ataman" from such a fat commodity.
It is good to have a shave!

Can we resist them in old age?

In general,... I sit and work in my small server - switching on the production site. The main equipment in the data center, here is only switching equipment and a couple of servers, without which you can not survive. But twisted steam and optics from all over the factory are flowing here. Self-made patch panels, crosses, etc. I work. Fortunately, without a spinner.

Suddenly there is a thunderstorm, the lights are extinguished, plates, garbage and the design of the hanging ceiling are flying on me... when the dust has dispersed, I see a large dog (haski) in my room.
We look at each other astonished.
I think the best show for our women before March 8 is hard to imagine.

How it happened.
My chief salesman arrived. In his Nissan patrol, he also drives his dog, no matter what it lacks.
The girls asked to show her. Instead of going out, he took her to the factory.
She is without a thread. She ran up the stairs, dived under the curtain and ran on the hanging ceiling. Well, I failed carefully at the server.
This is the first day of the day :)))

PS The dog was not hurt, I, too. The dog was taken out on her arms, as she refused to walk more on this ‘cursed’ territory.

And I have 5 cats...Get my husband out, right? He eats and hates more, he also needs to wash...But after all, he brings a salary...And he loves me. You just don’t slip your feet, fucking. And the ears...

XXX: The pigs of the swine. You are a Jew?
This is not pork. It is a pig.

I saw a lot of figi, but to copy the contract with a video file in.3gp format by email

The email came "check for no access to sites of content 18+". Now the entire department is officially watching porn during working hours.

Now I will break the templates from the authors of the geography textbook for 5th grade:
You are smart, respectable people, but, understand, in modern schoolchildren the phrase "in the city there is a production of coke" is not associated with metallurgy.

Around the next day on the way to work, I meet at the exit from the entrance with a neighbor from above. I shake my head and say “Good Morning,” he also shakes his head and says “Good Morning.” I recently went home at twelve o’clock at night and met him at the entrance. You know what we said to each other, right?

“Well, how can you explain what indulgence is... it’s like a donate in a game.

A man who suddenly became jealous of the cats, which the hostess feeds on his own expense, and apparently dreams of limiting the relationship with his presence in the house by lying on her couch - the way out is: Take care of your appearance to make the same pleasant impression as cats and learn to chew deliciously to spend time in your company was pleasant.
Of course, the maintenance and feeding of men will cost more expensive, so not everyone can afford you, but only the more prosperous ladies, but as well as pumping the tool of mass humiliation, sooner or later someone will agree to take it. But if you are on the right of a cat, then be prepared, for example, when the hostess is not in the mood, for attempts to harass can fly a tapk, and for scandal awaits a night in a locked bathroom. Well, to the appearance / age of the hostess claims from cats are not accepted. It’s his job to like her, not the opposite.

Seriously, I can still understand the logic of the misconception of those who think of cats as a sublimation of a small child. But to synonymous his role with a man is some sort of male contempt, which no feminism will swallow!

I am looking for a girl who has CSS for a joint work!!! to

Vichka-Spička: Yes, that the devil take the teachers and psychologists with their early development! I also feel like I’ve gone.
What happened, what are the nerves?
Our three-year-old daughter tells the horrifying stories in the spirit of the gangsters of the 90s about a good poor uncle who had a lot of children to feed and still a beautiful wife, but with dull eyes. Then he was put in prison, where he spoke to the birds. And then the evil uncle shot him, and he completely died, and he was buried in a warehouse... in a warehouse. And the wife went to another uncle, also a good one, and still gave birth..."
Mothers from the venue look at me with round eyes, like Sasha White’s wife, and they stop talking. And I am saddened to think that it was early for the daughter to tell about the duel of Pushkin and Dantes... And the whole family of Pushkin-Lansky’s underneath shouldn’t have been painted yet... And the poem “I’m sitting behind the roof in a raw prison” was obviously not for her age.

Keywords: " from the village" They are so raised there, rev, but for the man hold, beats, means loves, etc. If they wrapped their nose from every ham and alkasha, the ancestral Russian villages would simply be extinct, because often others there simply or not, or have already been removed by more rushing competitors.
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You won’t understand these women at all. And this is not a matter of "residential education". My first girlfriend was raised in a family with a tough matriarchy. Her father had something like a toilet in which her mother poured all her negativity. This princess behaved with me exclusively ashamically as soon as they came together. They were not together for long.
I recently learned from her girlfriend that she lives with some Southern man. He lulls her right, but she does not leave him. Even though she has a place to go, her parents live in the same city. I found something in it and I endured all of it.
So my advice to you, gentlemen. Do not pull the cat for the eggs. There is no relationship - run away. It will only be worse. And marriage/children will not fix the situation, but only make it worse. Of the two evils we must choose the least. It is better to live with a loving woman than to be a single man, but it is better to be a single man than to live with a blooddrinker.

Imagine that you have forgotten the proof of the Ferm theorem, for you now the theorem itself does not work?
This is the same thing....
How can we forget the proof of the Great Theorem of Farm?? to

Hobober (11:40:44 6/03/2015)
"Nearly March 8th, and the New Year’s mood is not at all."

Silver_metal (11:46:33 6/03/2015)
I have

Silver_metal (11:46:40 6/03/2015)
I still have a tree in my office.

A female crown, a caterpillar dog, a panther - it's all shit!
I was sent to the director in the 8th grade for a question about the female camel. I assumed she was a camel.