We sit on a pair. The neighbor at the party.
Students: Be Healthy Grow up big!
Neighbor (silent): I am already rushing...

Whom you educate in yourself, with it you will live and be.

The Trap
I visited a familiar artist.
All the walls in the paintings - wallpapers are not visible.
The theme is mostly of the same type: naked in a blooming garden, naked on the couch, and even naked on the palms of King Kong.
In a word - there was something to see while the owner Sergey was cooking us coffee in the kitchen.
I looked, I see: in the biggest picture (hole, oil) some bullet hole right on the bed of a naked beauty collecting wood...
I ask :
What war was there?
Sergey smiled:
If there was a war with his neighbor, he was killed. It is not what you are.
You think! I am not concerned: it was twenty years ago.
In the neighboring apartment was a new Russian, and in essence - a regular beetle and a bandy.
He initially tried to “build” us all, and mostly “built” us, but he did not cross with me.
One strange Sunday morning, I woke up to the terrible sound of an airplane sitting on a rope paper without wheels.
I go into the room, I see: a patch will roll up on the floor, and from the foot of the “Peasant who gathers sickness,” a huge iron rod with a thick thumbs. The wild sounds vanished, and the stitch rotating sharply, everything came out of the picture.
I didn’t really want to argue with a neighbor – a hungry man, but... injured.
“A peasant who gathers sickness,” she looked at me with contempt and supplication!! to
I knock at the door, the owner from the threshold wanted to send me away, but he cut off, because I, without saying a word, boldly struck him with a finger to me.
He went in, blowing his nose, saw the rod, and apologized. In his words his apology sounded like this: “Hu! Nihera, you’ve got it, but do you want herlies? Styres German, family... I hang a safe on my wall, it must be real - reliable.
Okay, don’t rush, now I’ll go, I’ll pull it out, I’ll cut it five centimeters shorter.”
The confused neighbor went away, looking at his folded fingers, so as not to forget how long the new rod should be.
He came back to himself, grabbed the gas key and let us twist the screw.
He cried, cried and, despite the fact that the man was healthy, he could not. Neither there nor here.
returned to me. He walks in and looks at the sting coming out of the bed:
He seems to be one-time. The fascists made a trap.
short there such a system that it was so scattered in the wall, now back
Not to check. Oh, if it were just a coffin, we’d have it from you.
Okay... Okay, I’ll try again.
After 20 minutes, the bandit, all in soap, came back to me again, touched the hated scissor with a scissor coming out of the bowl and almost crying went back to himself.
The next hour our whole house was shaken by the strikes of the ancient Roman tarantula.
I could not stand it, I went to him.
I see: the man entered a furious rage: he dug his wall around a huge screw, and I must say he achieved great labor indicators: he dug out in iron concrete, a crater of the size of a plate, and this is not counting the incisions from inaccurate hits...
I say :
Okay, I’ll try to get rid of it.
Where are you? Don’t laugh at me, I’m the winner of the USSR championship.
The fight, I did not twist, even the pen in the cuvalde is already swirling, and you are lying down...
And the line is already cut, the key is turned.
Go to me, don’t get angry!
I approached the screw and... didn’t shake it out with empty hands (!)
The neighbor was so upset that he immediately began to apologize absolutely humanly for his repair.
Since then, two years, (until he was shot) he was always at the meeting, the first to say hello to me, and stretched both hands at once. These guys still respect those who are stronger than them.

I say :
Funny story, but how did you get rid of the screw?
with bare hands, if the fighter could not, even with a gas key?
by Sergey:
“And you, Grubas, don’t look at that I’m fifty kilos, I’ve been there since I was a child.
I do sculpture, I mow clay with my fingers, and I pump... a joke.
Get out of the table, do you see a hole in the pillow?
So as soon as the neighbor went to his door to twist the screw, I raised the painting from the rod, clogged this pillow on him, so as not to scratch the wallpaper, and drawn to him deadly sticks.
And when the master florist, all in soap, came back to me, I took the ticks and dropped the painting back onto the rope.

And I belong to the generation who hand-drawn the fields in notebooks.

Today in Philosophy.
Ancient Greek philosophers believed that the world consists of four elements: Water, Wind, Fire and Earth.
Someone from the audience :.....and from Mila Jovovich

By the way, yes!
Let the Japanese attack us! Will I personally fight? Why Why? That these oligarchs, officials and deputies with their jokes still play and steal the people? Oh well fuck! That these two Kremlin clowns with their horde of jopolies still pretend to lead the country to the bright and great? In the ass! That this gathering of drunken addicts, now demanding the treatment of the gentlemen, would still bring on the people more horror than the bandits from whom they were supposed to protect? In the fucking!
The Japanese attack! Just don’t be fooled at the people. He and so from his "national lovers" got a lot of...

When Dmitry Anatolyevich was a young man and he was driving himself, one day he was stopped by GIA employees and checked for a long time.
Then they released him and forgot about the case, but Dmitry Anatolyevich did not forget. Look at all the roads of the country - PIDR.

$Clubs $9:34
I will not go to school, for example, when the wind is 20 meters per second.
Didn’t you have that in your childhood?
The Destroyer 9:35
It was, but the wind was favorable and we flew much faster.

There was one in our class as well. Everything has been said about Linux, Opensors...
Then the car hit him again.
from linux.org

News: Ukrainians and Russians refuse to evacuate from Libya"
No matter how fucking in Libya, there are more fucking in the homeland!! to

Maybe I’ll go to Riga. Which language is better to communicate with locals (shops there, museum), in Russian or English?
- on their native through a speaker - after a couple of phrases they will themselves switch to Russian. and ;)

XXX: I buy a car battery. There were two Koreans with me. The car seller is guaranteed. I play Mazda Capella. Is he a name? I think, in a deaf (or dumb), I speak Cappella. I thought he meant Mazda Familia. Is it your name? Let these horses also roast.

xxx: Now I am Dmitry Sergeevich Kapella, blaat....

(from the forum)

Few things can frighten me after our turtle got stuck under a crucifixion of a wheelchair and pulled out of a dark corridor with it.

Oh my God, what am I doing!
What have I spent my whole life on?! to
YYY: Oh how it took...
XXX: Now I will have to buy health vegetables for all the gold.
Zzzz: Lol, he’s still with us.

“Listen, but now the owner of the car will come and we will have trouble. Shut up and take a picture, or I will fall out of the hood.

You may not believe me, but this story is absolutely true!
I work as a jewelry seller in Mega. Everyone gets caught. So here’s another "everything" It stands 5 meters from the shelf and looks into the window. She appears to be interested, but does not decide to approach. I start calling, I say, come and look. She is fading. and explains. Something like, "yes no, that you, I can’t, when I approach all the jewelry breaks down right away". I like them)) I start to quietly roast about myself and get all the shit. I get pearl beams and stuff, such as, "you that, here a keval thread, stronger than titanium, it can be used instead of a car wire." What kind of cowardice, fucking? But the woman believes and quietly steals.
At this moment, the forest is broken. I fucking ought. As for her, the buses are new, the leash is strong. But the woman stumbled more. She grabbed her head, stumbled on something like "aaaaaaa, it starts again", ran in circles and hysterically turned away from the shelf. And I stood like a fool—as if you would reassure her, I said it would not break, and she warned. And his fuck knows whether to calm her down, or to gather the butts. In short, this is how it happens.

Pingwin4ik
Remember that he loves.

pingwin4ik (01:07:38 26/02/2011)
A gift to make him happy.

retro_cola
sex, cigars, whiskey, mate to chew

retro_cola
What should I give him of this?

retro_cola
Do you think sex is good?

Pingwin4ik
I invented

retro_cola
burned

Pingwin4ik
A little bit of sleep, then immediately after the onset of the fairy orgasm get a bottle of whisker and a already smoked cigar from under the bed and say loudly, "Well, fuck it!" Happy Birthday!"

Q: What is your relationship?
ууу: friendly - I raise her mood by communicating and friendly flirting, and she friendlyly gives to touch the breasts when I am close to a nervous breakdown.

Announcement: I am suspicious. It is cheap.

I also bought a snorkel yesterday, now I scream for 20 minutes a day... my husband watched yesterday, as I scream, says, “You’ll have a snorkel there soon!”" I scream "Ah, she’s called TALIA!"