I can’t let go of the thought that I once was in the thermonuclear oven of a star...or maybe not even one star. Per the material of which I am made has been digested for millions of years in several stars in light-years apart, before it flew hundreds of millions of years, flung for billions of years on the forming Earth, to one day become me. It is crazy cool.
Development of mobile applications.
Customer - Everything is fine, but can it last longer?
I – and why?
Customer – Well, for the impression.
I'm OK. * I pulled the slide for 5 seconds*
Client – It’s great right now, thank you.
What is Fedor?
Fedor – Final Experimental Demonstration Object Research
xxx: at all "the object of research" is a research object
YYY: What then...
Tagged with: FEDRO
Today we are all toxic agents!
Today we are all toxic agents
1 - The spy has broken through!! Recognize in which lingerie did you do xiva?
2 - Nicho I don't know, in the countryside school Aglycky studied!!! to
3 - Village, podi, in the Oklahoma region?
Who broke the bill?
Everyone did a little differently.
If no one had fixed, nothing would have broken.
H - youth
And in the future, to create a user account with limited rights is more such a witchcraft, which is only available to BG!
I wonder if many people besides me have read "BG" as "Boris Grebenchikov".
He made the final decision to commit suicide.
I washed the rope, as well as fixed it, decided to have breakfast for the last time...
Eggs with bacon are not eaten - it is harmful to health.
Morredeth: What we just did not draw in the years 13-16... Particularly popular was the game when the sheet is folded in half, one paints the upper part, and the other paints the bottom without looking. Oh what there was zoonepedoporno depicted, the Japanese porn multiplayer did not dream of it.
Rand: Now I’m starting to understand what people are designing a Toyota (closely) VAZ.
from ZH:
All with Easter. People’s Day of Eggs. It was always celebrated before. And the words "Christ has risen" - this is such a people's bite was before knocking various colored eggs.
But these days it is no longer just a folk holiday, it is also an annual show, which is arranged by debils. Full of debil planes fly, knowing where to get what you can get sitting, at home, whistling a light bulb. And they also boast of the fools they are, putting their reports on the net. And this even on television shows the fools under enthusiastic comments of the fools.
No, I don’t call all those who believe in some gods fools. For me, believers are just strange people in varying degrees. I call fools those believers who, out of their own faith, make a foolish show.
Then they have candles burning themselves, then the busts begin to produce liters of oil. They make fun of themselves, and then, offended, they complain that they are laughed at them and their sensitive feelings of fools are offended.
They themselves need, the entire delegation headed by the chief fire carrier from the lighter from Jerusalem to Moscow Yakunin, to be held accountable for insulting the feelings of believers, turning Christianity into a show of fools.
XHH: Going through the same place where others have slipped and not slipping is a challenge.
HHH: Or I pulled the ankle...
“The defensive cloud.” Excellent expression, it should be remembered, in the shit will be useful.
Stop reading last year’s best quotes!
Mike> I sell a summer tire.
Mike> For the unnecessary...
In such a situation, you can always come up with and voice no insulting reason. It doesn’t "smell bad from you", but for example, "you’re too tall for me, I don’t like guys much bigger than me" (if the guy is tall), or something like that.
You said "Goodbye
I don’t like fat people"
And now I do not eat.
Cakes and cakes.
I woke up in the morning –
I am on the weights,
I bought for sport.
I am a coward.
I follow the diet.
I am always from and before.
I will be like Chelantan,
I am like Belmont.
And a steady walk.
I will come to you: "Here,
Does not hinder love.
It has a bigger stomach!"
Yesterday I found out:
You have a family.
And your husband is like a strawberry,
Three times thicker than me.
It is a heavy blow,
I am no longer in business.
Tell me why.
Did I try, thumb?
(I am quoting by memory. I listened to it in 1985.
Do not invent external factors. No – it is not. did not come. It does not fold. In general, I changed my mind (a), starting to meet someone, I will be alone for now. I remembered my former love – no, I’m too early to meet others. whatever it is. Just do not turn your brains - decided not to meet - do not send SMS "we will meet tomorrow". before being placed on the blacklist. Please send me "I leave urgently, we will not meet, sorry".
And I have one when listening to old favorite songs in the place where the film was glazed / chewed / ended - in the heart whispers every time?
Do you know why the superclay has a supercharging?
Here you opened it, glued something there, closed it and forgot.
I remembered in a month, when I just urgently need to glue something. I opened, and he dried up, and you are like that - "blin, well super"
By the way, Christ was crucified for insulting the feelings of believers, calling for mass unrest and inciting hostility to the social group of "the power".
He often came across ads of computer masters with photos of young boys. The question arose - this is a new type of prostitution with the service "at the same time and the screw will be reinstalled"?
Why are Easter Eggs Dirty in Shops?
yyy: Kurams such a plan is given that j@pu can not be wiped out.
XXX: By the way, yes. Why do they do that on Easter mountains of eggs in the shops appear?
XXX: Please note, only white
YYY: This is what the life-giving cross does...
I was 4 years old. My mother and I went home from the city centre in the tram. Children’s playgrounds passed through the window one by one. It must be understood that in the 70s we were not blown up by them. There was no dream like this in every courtyard. Of course, I canyoned and asked to get out of the mountain for a moment. According to my mother’s version, we were in a hurry, but then she brought me a more convincing argument. “Let’s go home, I want to go to the toilet,” she said and I cried. Here in the tram came a young officer (I think he was in shape, but what kind of...) and play with my mother:
How to get to the center?
It is on the other side.
Are you sitting in that tram?
Not very clever!
Then he turned his attention to me:
Why is your mother so evil?
I found it completely unacceptable to speak so about my mother and immediately advocated her:
She is not angry, she just wants to write.