<+RFOTQ> don’t go, kids, go to Google to find out...
<+RFOTQ> where does the wind blow and what is "blade"?
<+RFOTQ> Google is a tough, cynical fat script
<+RFOTQ> and the psychic he unconsciously curves childhood

A second-class boy teaches about the world around him. They determined the flag. Flag of Russia. He looks at him for a long time, does not want to break away. Well, I decided to support the pathetic - I sang the Russian anthem. The son in horror whispers: “Silence, Mom!” and I ask – what is it, why not. And he replies: “And suddenly the neighbors will think that football has begun!”

Second_Son
Fuck, my boss sent me a lot of photos of selfie by mail.

Max von Bull Dozer
= O
With a hint?

Second_Son
No, it has to be the car of the sex shop director.
Here is my material.

Max von Bull Dozer
This is what the "hue machine" is!!! to

What do you think if cows learn to fly and a few fly over you, will it be a flock or a herd?

Intuition first subdues, and then rejects.

words of the participant.
Two friends, who recently received the rights, went to Smolensk for some shit. To the bridge, where 4 lanes converge into two and ends the DPS post, they entered on the left. From wherever you go, it is painted on the left side of the Gibbadeshnik (hereafter G). Strongly pointing a rod under his feet, he brakes their car. The driver (R) is immediately stopped. Both - and R, and girlfriend (P) are tense, yesno.
Mint fits, in the window with a quick speech unclearly appears - Lieutenant Uey-to.
R: Sorry, who is it?
A little surprised, he repeated. And strictly: look back.
Both of them turn with horror, hoping not to see the crushed passing man.
did not see.
R is confused: And what?? to
G: You see, you’ve made a blockade.
And indeed, after them the whole series stopped, because in the right not to push in.
R: Well, you have indicated with a stick that you should stop here. They always show where to stand.
G, stumbling on the "pile", stopped the right row so that the friends traveled to the side. Coming along and listing the submitted documents, he severely asks: - How much did you drive?
A: 30 to 40 minutes.
Q: I ask how much did you drive?
R, nervous, speaks to a friend: - How much did we drive?
Q: Well forty minutes. Maybe an hour. and what?
G, speaking silently bad words, was doomed: - I ask you how fast did you drive?
R, no longer trusting himself, asks a friend: - With what speed did we drive?
Q: 40-50 kilometers per hour. Maybe even 60.
G: - The sign in front of the bridge was not seen more than 40 km?
R, speaking to his friend again: “Have you seen it?” I am not.
Q: I have not seen either. Was he there?
G: It was not, but it is! Who is driving you?
R: We are both. (That means that both have rights.)
G, having already understood with whom he has to do and amused, strongly recommended to distribute duties - let one be at the wheel, and the second, as an assailant, vigilantly watch the signs.

He was released in peace, without a fine.

Laziness in youth is health in old age.

On the radio they said:
Looking at Miss America in the head comes two words male and pekinese

In the morning, change the advertisement.
We are stupid pitchers.
How we borrowed you...

I complain about my future husband: you have been sitting around the clock all day, grown, greener, like a cactus; you will not even prepare food for yourself!
And he comforts me: nothing, let's get married, you will have a husband, a pet and a plant at once.
and :(

<1> Goth was eaten
<2> who is it?
<1> hamster of my gooshu, balda
<2> he is still dead in February
"Haa, but in February the earth is hard, I put it in the freezer, the straw did not rot, I thought of a spring funeral.
<2> and
<1> and here Purpa with his fools that to eat sought

smoke
I smoke in the oil and you

Ksenia
I am tomato.

smoke
Meaning of?? to

xxx: Marital sex is like a cagar for a teenager in communion. It’s delicious and legal, but it doesn’t touch.

Just in the news:
A British scientist who studied maniacs turned out to be a serial killer.

I think comments are superfluous.

Here one girl asked men to use deodorants...So here, cute ladies! When you use the car, please do not forget about your ears and neck.

FAQ about parachute jumping:

Is it possible to put on pants at the first jump?

Answer: It is hardly possible. Better not to try. There are special places on earth for this. and :-)

What did you fall in love with?
Mom, what did you get from?
You have been eating soup for 15 minutes.
The fucking...

Folklore Reviews of the Crimean War

A few years ago in my universe before the exam one told another briefly about the Seven Years' War as follows:

First they beat each other for a year, then they beat each other for five years, and then they treated each other for another year.

Maybe someone will save on the upcoming exams)))) no pudding)

I think I need to create a service where lonely socks could find a pair.

One day, the airline AAdvantage came up with a bonus program. A bar code from a pack of 25 cents pudding sent by post gave the owner 100 miles. Damn and pleasant.

Brainstorming, a lecturer from UCLA David Phillips sits in his credit launcher, and travelling around a dozen supermarkets in Sacramento district buys all the puddings in them. He replies to the salesmen’s falling jaw that, he said, “they are overwhelmed with products before the ‘Problem of 2000’.

12,500 puddings cost David $3140. In order to write down so many barcodes, he had to hire volunteers from the Salvation Army, at the same time paying for it with some puddings.

Such a turn of events in AAdvantage was not expected. Having received all this good, representatives of the airline decided to pretend to be a hose, stating that they did not receive anything like this by mail. However, the mail receipts presented by Phillips decided the outcome of the case.

David Phillips once received 1,253,000 bonus miles, which would be enough for 31 flights back and forth from California to Europe, 41 flights to Hawaii, 21 flights to Australia or about 50 flights across the United States. So he immediately went on a journey.

Oh yes, that’s not all. Where would you share three thousand puddings?
Phillips handed them over to charity, for which he received $815 a year in tax deductions, and the title of The Pudding Guy.