Comments on photo of the accident of Bugatti and Aston:
<Elite> here either the photo is bad, or I really don’t see the mushrooms on my hands
<Paramon> Picture bad, in the photo clearly a miner, in coal dust and robbery
<Elite> and the second is the Teacher or the Doctor!
<Paramon> Of course a doctor! The therapist. He treats the miner who entered him.

Positive people work at our paintball club.
- Veranda, mangal - everything as ordered.
And the bathroom?
The bathroom has a small technical problem.
What is the problem with her?
The bathroom burned.

xxx: The manager was matching all morning))
On the subject?
xxx: came to work all white - on the road in the rain, and then past the topols and the wind))))

Billy (15:14:41 8/07/2013)
Have you walked already? In the wheel or in the wheelchair?
Antonovka (15:15:38 8/07/2013)
In the sling. This time fast.
Billy (15:15:45 8/07/2013)
What is?
Antonovka (15:16:20 8/07/2013)
I told Sonia that we would go out for lunch and go to bed. She immediately hit my mommy, ate lunch and went to bed.

Deodorant with zinc... bleat... galvanized ankles - protects against sweat and rust... a man of steel will be pleased.

If a man kneels in front of a woman, he makes her an offer. If a woman stands on her knees before a man, she has accepted the offer.

The story is not funny, but interesting.
There was a flight technician in our squadron, well, Nestorov with Kazakov he probably did not find, but Chkalov with Bidukov probably remembers. The age gave his sight and he had increased pressure. Who has flown, he knows, if a person is healthy or diagnoses are not many, he has a medical certificate of passing the VC (medical-flight commission) of the size of a little from the palm of an adult man. So, he had a certificate on the A4 sheet. It is a fairy tale.
The crew stayed at one of our southern airports. In the morning we came to the sanctuary to go through the medical check before the departure. Everything went normally, and the on-board technician had the pressure of the transformer 380 to 220. The doctor naturally does not allow the crew.
And there was an old, experienced doctor who worked in this sanctuary, who went through all the Great Patriotic in his time. Prior to his retirement, he was the chief of staff in this same department, and then remained a civilian specialist.
Asked for help from him. He listened to the problem, asked who had the pressure, and when he found out that it was not the pilot or the assailant, he took a bottle of cognac from his safe, poured it into the glass and said, "under my responsibility," gave the glass to the boarding machine. The pressure quickly normalized. The crew went home.
I had a great respect for the front-line doctors before, and after this episode, their authority for me just rose to cloudy heights.

Who are you by nationality?
How did you guess?

xxx: A day ago, a former girl wrote to me, with whom I had a very good relationship: "and that you didn’t love? Everyone else is out and you are not"
yyy: Answer that you love all the former in order and just haven't reached her yet

In every house in St. Petersburg there is a pipiter and molbert. If a guest guest behaves inappropriately, they can fuck both. UUUU: It's all nonsense, in the house of every self-respecting burger there is an armor cut of 40, so it's better to visit the St. Petersburgers.>>
You were not in Newcastle. Molberts are made from armor.

Conversation of husband with wife:
How do we diversify our sexual life?
Wife: Maybe...
Wife :....
Do you have sex?

When in Surgut, the AN-24 was standing, waiting for landing, and the technician on the stretches hit the hood with his legs and said loudly, "Hren with him, and so will fly," here I am not only shaking up.

We sit and work.
one of our employees on the table lies a souvenir - cube of luck (well there all the shit is written on the sides).
one citizen passing, "is this your anal cubes?"

The curtain. and ghetto. The anal cubes. Working for two days ?

To the question: where is the Master and Margarita technique?
There is a compulsion.

"...lord, we were born in a ass..." No, you were born out of a ass with a complete absence of real male IOCs. Otherwise, I can’t explain why it’s so hard for you to "exist in a rack". I live in a town with a population of 50,000. I will explain what it is. This is not yet a city, but it does not "know each other face to face". South of Russia. I read your story and sometimes doubt whether I live abroad or not. No is. I am a factory worker. Not a physical work, but not an office washer of pants. The change. In a year and a half, when you wait for a watch at 23:00 or go home for two quarters at 2:00, I only met one young man who shot a cigarette and, thanking him, walked away. I am not afraid for my life every day. I don’t get a lot of money (15-20 thousand) But I and my family (wife, child) have enough. I am 22 years old. Can you say that I am used to it? No, it’s not my home place, I’ve been here recently, but I love it. There are crackers and crackers here. But behind men and real women they are not seen. I fear only that this place may become what you are imagining. It will be very sorry. But I will live and be happy as I am now. Unfortunately you don’t know what happiness is.
P.s The Russian is not a patriot, not a PGD, not a pidaras, not a deputy, not a troll. The man.

I work in a steel factory. In one of the premises of the workshop there is a repair, which is done by guests from Central Asia. In order to get into that room, you need to pass by the oven with a working electrical arc. Our staff with a cardiostimulator always runs very sharply past this oven. electromagnetic fields are harmful. And the gastarbayters did not understand why he ran so far past the oven. But in any case, they also started to be afraid and tried to run past her faster. They thought the devil lived there.

Q: What about the relationship with the boss?
I would describe them as trustworthy.
HH: That is good!
I am so confident that I can quickly remember in which year and in which village my boss lost his virginity.
XH: 0___O

by JJ
And I, and I, and I...
I held the assembler’s seat by the legs from the 14th floor window because this gay housekeeper didn’t take the bandage. Insurance with a rope.
And even the grandmothers, seeing such a picture, mentions caused. The mints in the door are broken, and I, cuddling it rectally, can’t let the monter’s leg go.
The door was repaired, waiting for the hostess with the documents to come, as if everything was fine. Only the hands after the handcuffs hurt.

XXX is
by Mimi.
YYYY
: 3
XXX is
The Sisters.
YYYY
They are not breasts. This is a happy cat.
XXX is
Cats of cats.
YYYY
· :
YYYY
Here are the cats.

Now I wrote a birthday congratulations to my girlfriend, "Lyalaya, grow big and strong, but when you see a man, immediately pretend weak and helpless." The first time the auto-correct corrected what I encountered there and made it "weak and free", the second time "weak and helpless".
Maybe he knows more about life and men than me.