Timoha: It is great! You are not a robot, you can write to me.
Cheers to the robots! Kill all the people!

Egyptian mummy of Pharaoh Ramses II has received a modern Egyptian passport. In 1974, Egyptologists discovered that the condition of the mummy of one of the most famous pharaohs for some reason deteriorates very quickly – literally not by days, but by hours. It was decided to take her for examination in Paris. Apparently to accelerate the processing of documents, in order to avoid the registration of its export as a cultural value, decided to make the mummy a passport. In the passport was indicated the name of the pharaoh – Ramses, and in the column “Profession” stood “King” and the note “sick”. When the plane with the mummy landed at Le Bourget Airport near Paris, he was greeted with all the honors that are usually rendered when meeting a royal person.

Elena is Genoa!! You haven’t found the only one!!! to

PizzYesBall: a drying bottle of cold beer??))

xxx: "According to some recent research, in the sigarets produced in the United States, there are a lot of concentrations and other evil things, than in any other";;;;;;;;;;;;;;
YYY: Well, the Russians do not normally put the concentrations :(

1 of 3 (((
321: What is it?
Remember, I said that I met a girl... from whom my butterflies in my stomach are ripping?
321 is out. and what?
And the doctor said it was gastritis (((

[23:01:38] <xxx> lan all while I’m fairy=)
[23:02:07] <yyy> xxx: two blondes twins you in a dream
[23:02:27] <zzz> and that they do not give you in the dream... :)
[23:02:35] <yyy> :-)
[23:02:45] <yyy> if they don’t give you to have to fuck the pink elephant
[23:02:58] <yyy> he always gives

xxx: ordered a sign on the door
xxxx: mistake in size
xxx: now I have a 4 on 1.5 meters
XXX is 4.

xxx: Pregnant, in the evening in the park, while doing his need, behind the gay stepped... o_o
YYY: Hm... and who who?
XXX: You are going.

From the Diaries:

Lucy15
18:19 to the head.
How fucking to put it on!! to

GoroWilliams
07.06.2010, 18:22
A striking fuck.

Alexey: Zoomer hasn’t hidden the porn yet))
Zoom: Where is it?
Zoomer: Oh, so why am I broken?

catshoo
Tell me like a weekend.
MissleMike
The forest, the drunkard.
catshoo
and diversified.
MissleMike
It’s like fans of fantasy. It seems all about the same elves, dwarves, orcs. Interesting every time.

“Listen, Dime, I forgot what this broadcast is called.
"Let’s get married"
and Aaaah! Smoke, I agree with you ?

A girlfriend came here for a cup of coffee - she was amazed after a long time how it tasted (I am about coffee in the most literal sense)
One day she was at her house, she fed me with her soup.
So here’s my coffee thicker than her soup.

I have dreamed all my life
XHH: Build a laboratory and synthesize the shale hormone
The elixir of immortality
XHH: and Provocative Green
The Blood of Unicorns
Is it provoking? :D
It is Vaseline! It has already been invented :D
Vauu: Provocative green on the horn of the unicorn

Buldoz@r: Yuli.
I am not a girl, I am a girl! So I need to behave gently and gently.
Buldoz@r is a shit.

If I forgot my password for contact, what should I do?
Enjoy the life :)

A-cord ‎(21:32):
I’m going to get another check in tomorrow morning.)

Los Angeles ‎(21:33):
Good luck for what? :)

A-cord ‎(21:35):
And we have it (and we have it).
There we are taught 1) NOT to cuddle (they tell us in detail what drugs in the pharmacy and what herbs have a narcotic effect so that we avoid them), 2) NOT to drink (they tell us how much and what to mix in order to fall into a state of severe alcoholic intoxication, so that we do not mix), 3) to escape a nuclear explosion (they say that in any case we are - an outlaw)

If on the fool nature just rested, then on the idiot it did it brilliantly.

I can’t, I run, I run to tell you.
Just just.
The Ashan store.
I am standing, digging in the kitchen cranes. Behind my back is such a iron mesh basket. In the basket - hats, hats, panamas.
In the basket is a mother with a boy aged 10-11. There is a grandfather in Panama. Very decent, but extremely old.
The boy pulls out of the basket a huge hue with wide fields and a mac on the side. He excites and cries:
“Mom, mom, look what a hat I have!
What are you doing?! Why did you catch a woman’s hat? You are
an idiot? What are you, grandmother? You’d be scared of cowards! What are you like
Do you catch up with Babie Barahlo? There’s still a whirlwind! go, go out, go out
Example of Lift!
I get stuck in the clothes: "It's not your business, be silent, stupid, wait for grandchildren, and raise them!"
Suddenly my grandfather...
With an untransmitted-anecdotal "Odessa" pretext, gracing and helping yourself with gestures:
You are in vain instructing the boy. Having from childhood
next to such a model of a woman, your boy will easily become a pedestrian without
Additional instructions!
There is no scene.
I am out of the clothes:
Grandpa, can I kiss you in the cheek?
“It’s in any man,” said Grandpa.
I kiss my grandfather in a pergament cheer of old column and leave the battlefield.
As I said, without comments.
No, the boy was not lucky.

On the road there are courts and you are all locked in traffic jams for a few hours. You need to go home urgently. Your actions :

Approach the police officer and say that your traffic jamming is a gathering of people in a public place with a common purpose (pass the court) and not approved by the municipal authorities. They demand that you be disbanded.