XXX: Rap is untouchable music!! to
Is the rap drowning? Oh bl...

Mom calls at work and says she has just been called and said, “Mom, I was driving a car with a friend and hit a girlfriend.”
I am in my hearts, thinking that she went for a divorce, I say that this is what is and you should not distract me with nonsense.
And she: "I understood everything myself, only you listen to it until the end. So he replied, and I replied, "Well, they shot down, they shot down, and they didn't forget to get it?"

This idiot slept in the neighborhood, kissed for the night and all. At the same time, she looks with loving eyes and hugs and kisses. What’s wrong with that???? to
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Lapp, don’t be afraid, okay? There are still decent people on this earth who have been educated correctly. Those who do not treat you as a prostitute with whom you can quickly fall asleep, but see in you their love, which you are afraid to break like a beautiful vase with one careless movement. There are very few, so don’t give it to anyone.

Where do children come from?
Sometimes girls break their computers.

[Igor 15:09:05] I need material on the eternal engine

[Igor 15:09:05]Images information drawings

[Igor 15:09:05] To the four you need to make the eternal engine

[_+!ScaLeNei+_ 15:09:43]eye... meanwhile?

[Igor 15:10:44] Now I will get 4

[Acid 15:12:25] Oh shit if he makes an eternal engine he will get a Nobel

[_+!ScaLeNei+_ 15:13:03]so he greeted me, so I went crazy

[_+!ScaLeNei+_ 15:14:59]is it physical

[Rainman 19:59:51] And we did them that year.

[Sal'viandro 20:02:10]Where are you studying?

I froze yesterday night.
Did he hide again?! to
Oh no, I just hid. I remembered you.
Tagged: oo
The blanket turned into a wig. It blows on the edges.

to this
I met the boy, and after a couple of weeks he invited me home. We went for a walk, sat down with his friends and ate dinner... Finally we all left, we stayed alone, about an hour at night. I ask, where will you put me to bed? and ;-)
As a result: she slept alone in the room, this idiot slept in the neighborhood, kissed for the night and all. At the same time, she looks with loving eyes and hugs and kisses. What’s wrong with that???? to

That is exactly how it should be. Only what was the norm before seems why it is strange and wild now. What would this be?

and max. 24 years

here here :
The Comrade,
Decided by
Come here
in moments
and grief,
and disgusting,
You are
In the field "add"
G has drunk?
will not be
to you
The happiness!
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Urraiah is! Mayakovsky is back in the chat! =DD
For those who remember)

I: How much would you give him?
Lisa is a year?
I: No, no, no one is a bl.

Hi, how is the weekend?
Tagged: boring, boring
My father and I accidentally turned the tractor.
by O_O

A guy of the kind of "Jang", with a hair-dredd, spurring a Sony camera with the emblem of the Russian Federation, 09.05.10 from the tribune... you would... would return to the address-there the first track familiar to every Moscovite building., or I will sit for a long time, and you, you will be ridiculously drop down in your pants your nonsense drug life. Leave in the reception. You have time until Friday.

Have you ever bought a prostitute?
Yyy: I go to the store for food every week and buy a prostitute
XXX: Do you want to let go?

Please ask)
A Tale of the Fedot-Molotov, a Successful Developer (Part 00)
The Boss:
He came to us today.
The Japanese Technical Department
We have lights on the lights.
What foolishness is this?

Come up brother, get up.
Dewey is interrupted.
If you want to go into the scheme,
If you want, copy the code!

The Fedot:
receives again
No need to sleep at night.
Yesterday you shouted the lamps.
They’ll all be sweeping soon!

The Japanese Teachers
Because of the lamps I did not sit.
Repair the device.
Once I succeeded.

RJMP ToBeContinued

A friend told her that under her windows the children were playing in hoops. That is exactly so. The counting machine chose one, pointed to him with the finger, orled "GOOPNIK!!" and with wild screams ran into different directions

The honest confession of the suspect turns his beating into a simple formality.

My acquaintance, like many inhabitants of the metropolis, has a headache: elderly gardener parents. This spring, his daddy and his mommy, in the midst of a burial, dug potatoes on a village garden plot. To the nearest small town there are fifteen to twenty kilometers, buses traditionally do not go, bring food and take the parents son, and if they do not come, they have to for money to catch a ride and get to the railway station.

And here the son on Friday evening did not go to the village, because from Thursday the rain began, it was already late, it was ugly and the road to the village itself goes next to the cemetery, where before the entrance on the broken imitation of the stop the local bukharians gather. I decided to go in the morning. And the father had to get blood from his nose into the city to his sister that evening, to give her garden supplies, because she had to start her own agricultural Armaghedon on Saturday morning.

It rained like a cane, there was no son, waited until the last. It’s dinner, we have to pick up the car. Nothing to do, gathered a bunch of nursing inventory, took
500 rubles, squeezed into the old coat-bar, remaining from the days of service, and popped through the field to the road. My wife stayed at home.

Daddy returned a couple of hours later, evil, as a devil, without dressing up, he blasphemes, saying the locals were completely out of the ground, the money is obviously not needed by them, not a single scapegoat stopped, did not drive. Even the villagers, who wanted to ask for a drink to warm up, ran out of the stops, somehow suspiciously trembling. I ran for two hours along the road and voted in vain, bored, cold, turmoil, and as a result had to go back.

The wife looked with an assessing look, silently, and then let us roast: "You, balbes, just like you stand, look in the mirror!"

He turned to the trumbo and himself twisted, the following picture is reflected in the mirror, which is illustrated by the imagination. The evening. The Thunder. Entrance to the cemetery. Something in a black coat aka ballahone, the cap under the rain is pulled to the nose, and in the hand... hair!

The best customer for the bomb! On the other hand, the kids, on the other hand... (c)

Olya brought her husband coffee to bed every morning, because if she didn’t have time, the morning started with beer.

He explained to his wife, who are the Balrogs (from Tolkien):

I: Balrog is such a fire demon. Everywhere it appears, there are fires, destruction, natural disasters...

Wife: Is it like Shoigu?

No, fucking how is it. I slept yesterday all day today I woke up at 4 p.m. until 6 p.m. I studied tickets, at 7 p.m. I gathered, I dressed up, all such a beautiful dressed shoe...

And my last advice, never answer stupid questions.
Why is?