xxx: I hated politics in general and deputies in particular in my deep childhood, when one day, instead of dirty stories, a live broadcast of the assembly of the deputies of the people was turned on.

In the fourth grade I went to the same school. She stood on the shore of Neva. It was once completed by Sobchak and Nick Perumov. The next on this list should be me. it didn't work out - the parents offered a better apartment, though, it was on the outskirts.

In the new district, I was accepted into a new school. The only thing I knew about her was that a year earlier, high school students raped a boy in the school toilet.

I knew I would just be killed there. With these thoughts, I went to my first day at the new school. My older brother took me. While he was walking, he said that he needed to show himself from the strong side.

The first lesson ended when I was introduced to the children. Probably, they were ordinary fifth-grade students who missed the class. But my frightened brain depicted them shaking with angry eyes. On the change, a few of my new classmates came into the group and looked at me. One of them left the company and went to my side. I realized that this was my chance. He began to say something, and I scattered him in the eye so that the guy sat on the floor.

Only a few seconds later the meaning of what this guy said began to reach me: “Welcome to our friendly class!” But for the next year, nobody touched me. A year later we moved again.

It’s raining, I’m standing on the balcony, watching the wildness of nature. From the store to the entrance a couple runs, the first carries a guy with balls, behind him with a solid backwardness a girl:

It is bad! Wait for me!

The guy, not slowing down and not turning:

No is no! Now everyone for themselves!

From the Women’s Forum:

Girls, what to do? Why are the guys so dumb? My said that he loves and trusts me, nothing is sorry for me.

I got a pack of condoms. The next day I counted and saw that I used it. How he climbed!

Is that because of 50 rubles?

I remembered. Five years ago, I moved into my apartment with my husband. We studied at the last class and after school we worked, arrived late. As we come home, there is no light, we think the counter broke out, the husband turned off the shield, rolled the light. A couple of days later, the same nonsense comes back. And here, then, how did I come home early alone, there is no light, I call my husband, tell me how to do that? It was decided to knock on the neighbor and ask to give us the light, especially with him we have already met before, even gave him 30 rubles in debt to the neighbor. I opened it immediately, kindly arranged everything, delighted me untold, I borrowed him another 20 rubles, I think a good man helped and polently asked for loans that would not give. Tomorrow we come again - there is no light, we call the owners of the apartment, we explain this and that, the mystic is what, can the counter be replaced? What we were told was that this is a neighbor, a cunning drunkard, such a business turns out, turns off the brush and waits for help, well, asks for a debt before "payment" a little money. Previous tenants bit him and gave him in the face, and we forgot to say about him, thought he had the skill of an entrepreneur, no.

So I learned to climb in the shield myself and scatter the light.

Lightning strikes at a rock festival in Germany injured 42 people

}}}: the music to see the satanic performed, angered God

I always watch comedies — in the cinema, the militants — on the compass, and the horrors — on the phone.
YYY: Oh... What is such a gradation?
xxx: On comedies you can laugh with the hall, the militants used so because of the games, and the horrors on the phone is not so scary - the screen is small.

LibeRim1 3.06.16 B 14:01 B
What’s the problem with the chickens now? brought them out? Or killing the entire server and so on. and other.? to

Desperanto8683 3.06.16 E 14:08 E
I went online a day ago, a tank flew past me, and followed by a nigger on a supersonic, shooting on him with burning cars and money came out of it...I was hit by one such car and I closed the gta.

When I was a child, I made my grandmother’s photo album. I must say that my grandmother had 3 brothers and 5 sisters. So here I see the photo of a 16-year-old girl, on the turn it is written: In memory of Nina. I look like my grandmother, only my grandmother is Zoya. There are no sisters of Nina. I ask her, Booch, and who is Nina? She whispers and says that Nina is my grandmother.



My grandmother’s father, Paul, was a forest worker and they lived in the woods. In March, when the grandmother was born, about a couple of weeks later, the father went to the district center, and at the same time went to the GSC to see, to register the child. The mother ordered her daughter to be recorded as Nina. While the father was going to the wardrobe, he went to his and his mother's relatives, told about the newborn. Of course, on the joys with the family this event was celebrated. Given that Paul’s great-grandfather had nine children, you can imagine the number of relatives. When he arrived at Zack, he forgot the name of his daughter. I wrote down the first thing that came to my mind. His mother waited for him in the woods. When he came with the duty, the illiterate wife took the document, and went for the icon. And my grandmother until the age of 16 was all called Nina, until she took her certificate in her hands to go for a passport. He said, Oh, it was...

A grandmother asked a five-year-old grandson to cut off carrots for soup. The boy said, “Big or small?” “Yes, this is the middle,” without thinking, the grandmother replied. He went and disappeared. Already angry, the grandmother went after him to the garden and wept: the grandson pulled out the carrots and squeezed it back with the words: "No, not the middle." It is already halfway.

I think people are like ferromagnetics. If you place them in a certain information field - when everyone and everyone is talking about the same thing, then the person is charged (or infected) with these ideas / thoughts / phrases, and if the field is removed, then he himself will become the source of the field of the same direction. When such a "magnetized" person falls into a field of opposite direction, which contradicts his views, he seeks to leave him - the field pushes him out. If it still remains in this field, then the field inevitably magnetizes it under itself. And thus, already the original field appears to be contrary to his views.
I will not say that this model is comprehensive, but it works, at least in one particular case - mine. I speak as a man who managed to change his religion twice and eventually, after many years, become an atheist again.

And you, Bruce...

Men are fools, of course. Only one question remains open: who raised them like this?

Mom of course! Fathers do not raise children. At least on your planet.

The Russian male is not just the weak sex, he is the weakest, because he is most afraid of pregnant women and children.

by Zh. Report of flooding in France.

Seeing Paris and drowning :)
Yyy: Our people are mostly floating in Paris.

Sometimes I want to shoot developers through hanging.
It’s hard here, it’s much worse. And then the only thing that holds me back is that students will come in their place, and then we p...c!

And the resort novel is because of the novel that there is more romanticism, and sex is not mandatory.

Does a man know that he does not have sex?

^(=+)([^ =][^=]+[^ =])(=+)$ Well I finally picked up the right regular. She only got a coffee.

XX: I was also a maximist once. Of my peers then, some originals came to the ridiculous — preached the abandonment of alcohol, tobacco and, most ridiculously, sex. Well, if with the first two points still go somewhere, but with the third? How to reproduce? Bhagavad-gita is shorter
Yyy: When you say you don’t drink at a party, everyone is trying to beat you.
I think when they refused sex they expected a similar reaction...

I have not been in town for three months. Judging by people - now everyone has a problem with jeans, some are too long - you have to turn, others are short - poor people can not find their size anywhere. The third knees broke, to see the whole batch went bad)))

here here :

About the Apartment:
The USSR had the best education. and accessible. My grandfather studied well in school, entered the institute and eventually became an academic.
No shit like that. My grandfather was a double worker, then worked as a loader and slept. The history teacher took him. Your grandfather is just a major.

No, the quote is good, but the academic...