The child dog:
When I was a child and pulled all the life that I met home to my mother, there was one condition for me: I deal with the problems that arose with life myself. I clean my clothes and loaves myself, feed on time, walk out on time, and so on. A good lesson of responsibility.
So the father from the original quote was right in something, upset that not even one, but two dogs are hanging on him. You just need to tell the child that a dog is not a toy. He would care for his breakfast on his own, so, god, the second would not want, even for a while. I would have refused the first.
But no one thought about it, everybody immediately began to mess "babi idiots, men of goats"!)))

Did you know that your brother believes Louis Armstrong was the first man on the moon?

Yyy: Ask him if Armstrong played a saxophone while he was there.

I explain:

I hope that those packers who stick the label on a piece of cheese right on the edge of the envelope film or stick the label directly on the knot of the bundled package will get into the hell!
Start breaking the cheese and breaking the packaging!
You start getting the cookies and break the package.
Do they do it specifically?! to
Or is it meant that I eat all the cheese at once and no longer need to wrap it?
P.S Is it only me that worries???
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This is done so that especially smart buyers do not unlock the package and report cookies. Or do not "divide" cheese and do not wrap it in a film with this price a piece larger. Believe me, there are people who do that. Just keep your bags at home so that there is a possibility to move/sleep. I, for example, when I buy cheese, I immediately cut it all into slices and clean it in a plastic container and with a cover. And the sausage too. I wanted, I opened, I took what I needed, I closed, I cleaned.
All of you BOBRA!

Okay, I went to eat chocolate and play the devil.
Are you cheating on cookies?
HHH: There is no peanut, they will not know. In other words, we live once. The Buddhists, indeed, are not pophug, they are not once.
The lucky bastards.

The Chairman:

At one time, I got a very good job just because I always put on work costumes (although we don’t have a dress code) and smoothly shaved. And all my colleagues walked unbarred, buttered, as if they came out of an elephant's ass, well, who has peels, whose teeth are yellow. It doesn’t seem critical, but everything looks very unclear. And here you need to communicate with investors, with large customers, and all the good specialists look like... hipsters, gently speaking. And since it was not necessary to fully introduce investors and customers into the essence of the workflow, I was chosen with my little experience. People of a certain status and foundation would simply not understand why this unbrushed mint creature is the best specialist. In their concept, a drug addict / alkas / tunead, and not the chief engineer, can walk like that. Therefore, you can cry out as much as you want that you are free to walk as you want, but do not be offended afterwards by the fact that you have to reap such bitter fruits of your "freedom."

Judging by your post, the chief engineer of your office should only walk in a suit and face trouble. Must be, so it is. Who is so intelligent and literate will allow important documents to be drawn up.

The clip of mr. Leningrad on youtube, perform at the stadium and the drummer was a face to the rest of the musicians (back to part of the audience)
One of the comments:

The drummer wavered of happiness. For the first time he sees not the ass, but the faces of musicians

Vadim: fucking... Leha, go to church, clean up karma... Maybe something will change.)
Vadim: in your worldview
Maybe some light will appear. Summer is coming.
Al: In the church? The karma? Officially
Al: Could it be better to clean the chakras in the synagogue?
Vadim: So you are an atheist. Don’t you know where to go and what to clean?
Vadim: You can go to the bar and then clean your stomach.
Al: As an atheist, I want to clean the earth of religious debris. And foods, including alcohol, I try not to translate.

This is:

At the end of May we take a dog from friends for three weeks. They go on vacation.
Do you have two dogs in your house?
- Well, the child wants, she likes this dog (3 nursery photos of the watsap)
How does this matter to me?
“My mom won’t come to us, she doesn’t like dogs, you know.
Do you mean that the second dog is now my problem?
Yes, I’ll have to sit with the child while I’m working. Promote the dogs.
One day after three? When will I work?
Come up with something. This is for the child!

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What did you think when you married her? Or did she pretend to be normal? Or is it in the process of life? Is this inherited or acquired?
Really interesting.

It is not the citizens who have to adjust to the existing conditions, you know? These conditions must be changed so that everyone is comfortable. Let it work! If it is so difficult, let the work process reorganize. What else can I say here? The state is for the citizens, not the citizens for the state, even if this is too banal and generalized.
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There is no need to incite extremism with the use of technical means. So you agree before the people are the primary source of power.

Prof. Sleep: Hi
Novel: The Cook
by Eviil Malkavian
Prof. Sleep: Priud
by Andrey Rueda)
Tagged: Abu Dhabi
Dmitry U-K!
Taz: you listened to the miniature "Aitishniki in the native habitat"

Advice to the fighters against parking on the sidewalks and lawns: if you are not in trouble, buy a pack of seeds on the market, and pigeons to help you. It’s more humane than burning and scratching innocent cars.

With a pickup. discussions in diaries.

mursik: "Breaked glass with cake"
Blablahouston: How is it? O_0
Mursik: Well, of course, it was not a cake, but a piece of chair that accidentally flew out the window. But I didn’t want to get a dude for the piece that was cut off from the floor, so I told the teacher the first thing that came to mind...he threw the cake.

Once I went with a friend to the post. Motor, we can see - there is an overwhelmed, half-broken bucket, the door is closed to the lock through a metal strip (remember?On the windows of the grid, the paint is lining, but, once was blue. Well, and the barely readable sign above the door of all this happiness (painted by DVP) "CYBERPOST"

I was looking for a film to see. I came across the movie "The Counselor". I read comments. Very pleased with this: "The worst film of the decade. The story is incomprehensible to me. The advisor did not give a single advice for the whole film". It is genius!

Antony

Postcards are trolls. I went down to them, two boxes, one for receiving packages, payments, etc., the other for issuing order letters, but the aunt is one and the line is also one, a man is ten. When I accepted the fact that I was hanging for a long time, there were a few people behind me. Who with what. Then came the second aunt. And the turn went faster, and it seemed cool.

Now they don’t know who is behind whom.

The shit has started!! to

XXX: How I got it!
xxx: firefox tough
xxx: pastbin blocked by provider
xxx: favorite http proxy lies
XXX: the pasta is finished at home
YYY: Stay away
What to do Bush?
XXX: The Greek
YYY: A good answer

Recently, socks have also disappeared from the washing machine. I have a shoe size 41. It turned out that my socks sat a little while washing and my wife folded them onto the shelf to my 10-year-old son.

My husband polished.
He says: "You don’t get to last year..."
I said to him: "I did not understand?"
Answer: "The last year weighed 120 kg"

Nothing warms the soul like a beautiful body.

“We will never be brothers.”

I had no choice. I was 4.5 years old when my brother came into the house. And I was voluntarily forced to love him. “He is younger than you!” Under his roar I learned to sleep fairly decently, so it didn’t bother me. disturbed another. At the age of three he scattered my model aircraft, which I collected for a few weeks. Then I ruined a lot. “Do not touch him! He is small!” I gave him the candy he gave me. The brother broke the chip and arranged hysterics if I did not share anything with him. I did little ugliness, then revelled and forever fled from my parents. “Take lessons with him, he’s younger than you!” And I did where to go. First his lessons, then his own. He went to the yard to protect him from other boys. “He is younger than you!” His mother covered him from his father. My father gave me pocket money and then asked me to share with the young. My protests pressed to the root. He is the younger brother!! to

It ended sadly. I was already in the second grade of the institute and stumbled on the young man at the moment when he walked into my pockets in search of a steppe. In the 1990s, my parents told me I had to survive for my scholarship. I lived, really dumb and hungry. In general, he found out the relationship with a mortuary, because of mortuary broke up with his parents and two months later left his parent's apartment.

I rarely see my parents. The brother did not learn how to earn money and still draws money from his ancestors. All around him are guilty, it is because of "them" he did not finish the institute, did not go to work, did not leave the bulgor and began to drink... And so - he is talented, white and hairy. In my pockets no longer is bread.

So sorry, but I look at relations with Ukraine from this family bell. Sometimes brothers need to get rid of the hallows. Even a morphing.