Archont: And the great battle began.
Between those who are afflicted
And among those who are cold.
arxont: And only the strongest could have a controller from the air conditioner.

We turned off hot water here, by the grandfather's method, we pick up cold water in the teak, boil it, then pour it into the teak, dilute it and wash it. Now comes a fellow to boil the tea and says, "something I didn't think, cold water got, it will boil for a long time. It needed a hot..." *second pause* "something I did not think about again".

and cocos:
I have been receiving emails from the post office for two years.
I’ve never seen her, and I’m called Elena.
I went in, and there on the ave was a 20-year-old girl with a butt and sponges. And here I remembered...
I gave my soap to our warehouse two years ago so that she could sell the car.
She is 55.

The story took place in one of the events.
Due to the sudden darkness we had to spend the night near the village. Good near the place where we organized the night was a large pile of wood, apparently in the spring here organized a gap of everything that sailed on the river. I grind up, dragging wood to the fire, and clinging to the cover of the grave. I do not give that importance. The night. We lie in a tent. I wake up from the voices – somebody is negotiating at night and constantly cries – "Man, Man!".
I lie down listening - everyone too, someone walks on the bushes and occasionally gives a call "Man!".

I don’t want to get up and get out of the tent, but after the phrase “Man, look, what’s hard for you?” I resolve and quietly look out of the tent. Apparently they don’t see me, because there’s continuing crawling on the bushes and screaming "Man!... You are a man!"
I get out of the tent, I get up to the fire (so that I can be seen). Absolutely no changes all too someone walks on the bushes and calls the man to look. I lie down so I don’t understand what’s going on.
After a while, everything came to its place because the man still answered. His answer consisted of the extensive "Mou". The happy people took the bull home. Everything stopped, except my laughter.

Gothic 14:08
Do you need a salad?

The Light: Emmy
Do you have more sideways?

Gothic 14:08
the goat

"Laughing at people is a great way not to kill them more often than necessary."

YYY: RJ

YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY I don’t mean I want to kill you.

What a serious illness is to be sick for ours.

I want to correct a major historical mistake. To date, there is a legend that Mikloucho-Maklai frightened the warrior Papuas when he demonstrately set fire to alcohol. The Aborigines seemed to be terrified that a white man would burn their sea, and they withdrew.
But the latest researchers show that the papuas were already familiar with the properties of alcohol. And the Aborigines were frightened by the idea that an alien could burn all the fire water brought by him.

If a man stops shaving every day, changing socks, apologizing, saying compliments, giving flowers... all, calm down: he’s yours!

The famous Hollywood actress Angelina Jolie has undergone surgery - mastectomy (removal of the breast) to prevent the risk of developing breast cancer. The actress wrote about it in the New York Times.
XX: It is very sad that even in our advanced times, cancer continues to take away the best.
Are you talking about Jolie’s breasts?

Victorian
Hi you have an iPhone so that the battery is not removed and that on the basis of the Android ball with a playmark?? to
Consultant
Good day
Here is what we can offer.
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Victorian
Are they all with WWE?? to
Consultant
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Victorian
What is the Android version?? to
Consultant
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Victorian
And on the side to turn on the crazy there is a button or switch?? to
Consultant
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Victorian
How does Spencer work with easy touch?? to
Consultant
Yes Yes

Give the fools their weapons and they will shoot each other.
YYY: Scooters have long been in free sale, and the fools have not done anything.
ZZZ: so they are new every year!
c) the habr

Tatiana – By the way, about the mammoth, I have a mammoth bark, so when I say it’s a mammoth, no one believes it.

XXX - Were the mammots covered with bark?
Traffic or traffic?
Strange that no one believes.

Tatiana - That's what I was told at the exhibition, coral mammoth

XXX is a mistake.
It is probably the root of the mammoth.
Were there jewelry from mammoth feathers?

xxx: A nightmare was dreamed today: A fat, ugly grandmother, with a beijik "Post of Roissia", drinks a sloppy tea, ordered by me from the Englishmen two months ago.
Yyy: It was a nephyg to swallow and order bourgeois tea. Drink of May.

[12:43] xxx> oh! 31 degrees according to Yandex
[12:44] yyy> and in Celsius it is how much?

Shell will begin searching for shale gas in Ukraine at the end of 2014.

I hear, brothers Slavs, soon in Ukraine may begin problems with democracy.

I once saw in the kitchen at work a bowl with the inscription "sweepstakes", and from the soul they broke, and then ran to the toilet to spit out.
For me, time has ceased to exist.
____________
Drawing out of the stranger. It could also be a mixture of sleeping pills with laxatives.

xxx: in yandex the main admin - girl
XXX is true.
XXX: As much as I was told about her wasn't because of the tits
yyy: Does that mean she’s smart, or that she doesn’t have a breast? HDD

I sleep with a friend. His windows go out to the busy highway. When I get used to the silence at home, I start to whisper:
- Well, you can't sleep, you would even put glass packs, cars, you understand, ride...
“It’s not a car,” replies the friend, “it’s the sea that makes noise... Imagine... the beach... the sea... the blue waves rush onto the shore and, swinging, roll back... They rush... and roll back... Their smooth noise makes dreams... The sweet wind refreshes the sun-heated skin... The waves make noise...
I believe I’m almost asleep... Here the “noise of the sea” is interrupted by a loud crack – a motorcycle without an extinguisher. The voice of a friend:
A light motor boat passed through the Gulf.

I am a designer:

XX: Get up to us. I asked our commercial director to come in a dress, under the colors of which the logo should be painted.