The plate was broken.
NNN: The chorus immediately ran away.

NNN: Probably wanted to eat me as I ate him for a t-shirt in the morning

XXX: The Cultural Capital
and mm?
XXX: I go in the tram, the people - the battle. My grandmother and granddaughter are 5 years old. The grandmother begins to ring the cell phone with a loud monophonic melody. A woman with zero emotions. The granddaughter pulls her by the sleeve and cries: “Baby, your phone is ringing!” The grandmother answers: “I hear it” and continues to ignore the challenge. The dialog is repeated three times. People turn around, whisper, tick and shut their eyes. My stop, my grandmother and granddaughter follow me. I hear behind my back:
Why didn’t you pick up the phone?
- Because, Anetchka, in public places to talk on the phone is uncultural, you can bother someone. Who likes to listen to other people’s conversations?

I would cure this man, virgins cannot use tampons.
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As they can. Or did you think it was all closed?

HHH: - Yes, Vovan was completely squeezed, why would no one drive it out of the way.
Yyy: - You do not touch Vovan, he is a wanderer and a tester from God.
Yyy: - I only remember working, I wrote a proga. They say to him come down, our best tester. I waited for a week and couldn’t stand it when he came. Look at it now, there was no time.
Yyy: – I didn’t have time to start – I put it. Speaks happily on another launch, launched the tick the tick lies, again launched the tick, the tick, the tick lies. Shortly I go to him. If not put in half an hour, the product will survive the war.

The socks are over.
Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it was.

It was built by ancient Tajiks. The Tajikite.

The Spring. The husband wants love, the son is an inflatable crocodile. I will probably buy a terrible inflatable woman at a discount. It is multifunctional,

>> You may not know that all those who are related to computers are users.
>> are called "programmers" =)
and gt;
> and those who, a little bit better balls in computers are called "hackers".)
and gt;
And in general, all programmers are required to be able to work with an autocad and
Design packages

xpavlov: Every admin should be a practicing gamer. Otherwise, he will atrophy the conditional save/load reflex, which can lead to fascinating quests "how to restore the state of the servaq for this morning, having backups last week" in his hands.

I saw in the block today.
A crossover without a back wheel. On the back of the glass is the ad "Help Irene! IRA will accept any help" and link to any website.
Good people signed their fingers on the dirt: "probe stock?"

The Patent Trolls! That you all rest, and Mikhalkov made a movie about it. And afterwards also...

What is not romantic? He and She stand, holding slightly trembling hands together, looking into each other’s eyes, barely breathing... A light wind shattered their hair... Only a heartbeat is heard, more and more loud... The adrenaline mixture is carried through the veins together with blood, euphoria, agitation, a bunch of angels fly around... And there is SILENCE... Second or two... Baah! And around falling meteorites, breaking the earth, hot lava streams, fragments of cosmic ore, dirty cars, destroyed houses... Chaos and Anarchy! She says "Look how beautiful it is! The meteorite! We will all die!" and He: "Pofig, we blast!" And they roll among the debris of asphalt, stones and armor... And around them the mushrooms... Nuclear... And the ash falls from above... Radioactive... He compresses her palm stronger... Asphalt covers them... They have little time... He says: "Well, here is the winter!" And she: "Yes, dear, Nuclear Winter!". They kiss, beginning to crumble in pieces and fall with their feet forward to the next nuclear fungus that has dissolved on the horizon, because they taught it in the lessons of the OBŽ... Another meteorite falls into a bunch of radioactive ashes left of them, blowing up the cloud... The wind catches it up and carries it far and far into the darkened skies, far from the Apocalypse unfolding below... Happy end, titles, alarming music... Curtain!

As hard as we lived before the advent of smartphones, we had to go to the toilet with a laptop.

The Judge. The Cyprus Alley. Walk with husband and child. In front of them are two pretty drunk guys (one falls, the other runs a smoked cigarette). And before them there will be a white run. One of the friends takes her in his hands, a few meters later another takes a blanket and puts it on his shoulder. Well here, of course, I have the phrase "to the boys white came", itself broke out ^_^

in English "cock" - x*y, and "roach" - dirt. "cockroach" is a cockroach.

Yes, it really is a tick tick.

If a poet lived in Siberia, he would write:
I love snow in early May, even if it is at the end of the month.

Today it is not easy to win, it is necessary for others to lose.

In the yard of Merce scratched the door of Oki. From Oka comes a grandfather with screams.
A man came out of Mercedes and gave his grandfather:
My name is Helmut! My father is a judge.
The grandfather sat down, rattled and struck the Mercedes, saying:
“I took tanks into the war, and here all kinds of Germans will beat me!
Helzer with his mattresses crashed out of the car, waving in the direction of "Oka" beating...
Three young men separated from the courtyard, one of them jumped sharply to the "son" and cut a short blow to the jaw.
Who are you, kids? The old man asked.
Partisans, partisans and partisans.
The balconies of the house applauded standing.

When a boy is born in a family, the state does not help to raise him and learn. But when his parents grow up and teach him by his own strength, he must immediately pay the debt to the state. I wonder when did he get into debt?

Scar: Fuck, there are some of the best programming lessons on this site, why haven’t I heard of it before?
Zank: The First Rule of the Fighter Club