XXX: In the country, together and instead of weeds, the shit grows. The table. I owe it. Could you advise me what to do?
YYY: Put a rodent next to it. Then compare what is sweeter.
zzz: Drink abundantly, grow on your knees, take photos and, if anything, send photos as an argument

>> I may argue too masculinely, but with our jurisprudence it is easier to quickly run for a convenient rod, crush the tent from this pine and extinguish in non-violent places until you get rid of the stress from what happened. He is unlikely to want to give the matter an official course, and the psychological trauma on the hot tracks of the stick is removed as much as possible. Yes, and pork such an incentive will definitely be more useful.

That’s all, of course, a great idea, but a girl—a girl just raped who fell into a stupor during the actual rape—may just be physically unable to do that.
If you eat pork, it would be good.

LIKE: And you are also beaten by people in the subway who don’t let you get out of the wagon, because as soon as the doors open and throw inside, like a buffet?

The poor are poor:

You are lucky to be born a girl because men beat all the time. Starting from kindergarten, conflicts end in fights. Those who do not believe can talk to doctors or work in this field. Even worse...Bla-Bla

How many patches. They beat them from birth, you see. Who is beating you? The girls? Or maybe aliens? Or a cat with a cat?

I go in public transport in the morning, and next to me sits a woman with a full bowl of raspberries. Almost all the trip I hypnotized the raspberries, remembering that I had a full batch of raspberries left at home and I didn’t have time to eat breakfast or raspberries. When I approached her stop, the woman turned to me and said, "Young man, you just don't eat me" - and stretched me a handful of raspberries. I didn’t refuse, but at the exit I was as red as the raspberries she gave me.

* discussion of one stubborn creationist*
XXX is fucking! Let him write a doctorate.
YYY: He can only scratch the doctor. And only if it was once a sausage.

I’m so ugly that I can’t even get a pillow now. and ((
YYY: What is it? Why the pillow?? to
xxx: Well... I first thought of the mattress, but it is male, and it is like gayism, and the blanket is generally medium, so that some distortion also comes out. There is only a cushion and a pillow.
YYY: So does the slice still give you?
XXX: Let us not go into the details of my intimate life.
YYY: Okay okay, I understand everything. She’s an unpretentious girl, she’s all under the hood. xD

My friend is currently working in the SPB as the head of the design department or as there is right.

We are constantly looking for promising and capable employees. He had a junior girl in the 1st division. Able to learn quickly. Her grandmother (the only relative) died. I took a vacation for my funeral.

He comes to work and tells that his grandmother inherited a 3-room apartment in the center of Peter. A friend in a joke said that in such a situation he would rent a house, and he would rush to Asia, travel there and live slowly for a profit from tenants. Talked and forgot.

He comes to work on Monday, and there is a statement from that girl on the table. Next to it is a ticket to India.

I let her go without work.

It was long ago.

I worked in the video department, replacing a colleague who left for lunch. My grandmother is here, I don’t know the age, but I’m 70 years old.

(B) Son, my daughter was working here.

She is eating, let me tell you. What are you looking for?

B: Yes I bought it. Just pass your girlfriend wanted. She is very sad and hamit. I haven’t had that for 20 years.



He handed me a package. Sometimes I bring gifts. The people came down, I pulled away the bag to a colleague. And there is a huge cucumbers, 30 cm long and a note. I don’t know what was in the note.

I went for another job. I worked for a month or two. One day I will go to the office after lunch. I can hear it smell like it smells like a tear. With the words "fu, what it smells like" I go to the window and open it. And I think why everyone is silent, like water in their mouths. Then I noticed a man next to the head of the department. Obviously it smelled him. Well, I think it is uncomfortable somehow, a worker came in, and I would be ashamed of him here. "Workload" this after some time left, and I was told that it was one of our directors (he hired me another). It always smells of him. A few weeks later, I was asked from the company.

Talk about musical styles

A Little Wonderful Group "Mango Mango"

The fire breathes.
Large brick houses
The enemy of our destruction
They prepare submarines.

We are also not humans.
We are hiding in black holes.
We have such instruments.
We will not tell you about them.

The aquarists! It is good

There was a joke about music:

Jazz is the music of the joyful Negroes.
Blues: Music of the Sad Negroes

There’s another country, I like it all the same.

Comrade, the double major The company was. There is no company. The company in the dining room. The same day, the same day, the same day, the same day.
From that day on, the commander of the squadron was dubbed "Double Major".

The company was, the company is not, the company is eating lunch. The officer himself, the daily officer himself, the ordinary Ahmed

If you tell all the well-known anecdotes, then at least do not give for the real case. Tell it right.

>> It’s nothing against my gun;)

I have a tail - and I have a gun - and I have a machine gun - and I have a basuka then - and I have a karatist folder

Childhood, Eptal

Damn sleep hunting, and the working day has just begun...What to do?
yyy: FSB, bomb, alahakbar
XXX: Thank you, the dream as a hand removed. I'll send a message to Sergei, or he's falling asleep too.

Reply 1: You are school.

Replica 2: <moderator> Rough on the forum. by HNIK. </moderator>

Replica 3: Probably, about a year I thought that Hnyk is not a moderator's nick, but an interdomain: moderators are so saddened by the roughness in the forums.

We are filming a movie at work on safety at height, the video of how Chuvacu (I) must wash with a telescopic aluminum brush on the top of the elevator 50 m, the Soviet star... in a thunderstorm.

If there are “Jehovah’s Witnesses,” there are suspects somewhere.

At school there was a guy named Paul. His name was Luxury. All the girls dreamed of getting married to him, that would be Luxury Catherine or Luxury Xenia :) But the fairy tale is not about it. A couple of years ago I needed to issue some documents, and my memory suggested that Pasha's father worked in the place where I needed to go. Having called Pashka and learned that my father is still there and he will warn him about my arrival, I went to the destination. When I stood in front of Pashkin’s office, I saw a magnificent sign! “Hell” was the inscription. The father's name was Andrey Dmitrievich))

There was a neighbor of my friend who did not allow normal life: he listened to music loudly, knocked on the walls, treated his neighbors badly, and in general a fool.

One beautiful night, after the screams and loud music, the neighbors got tired of it and they called the police, and when the cops came and began to knock on the door, he got out drunk and began to scream on them (typically what they prevent him from resting), so they tied him and took him to the department.

When he returned, he began to complain that he was not allowed to live quietly in this house, all the neighbors were bad and so on.

A month later, he sold his apartment and moved. All the neighbors were happy that he left, and their new neighbors were normal people.

But one day he announced and called my friend at the door, saying that he had forgotten a poster in his old apartment and returned for it, but there were no new neighbors at home. He asked to quickly go to the toilet and go further to guard them.

My friend, as a decent man, allowed him to enter, and he immediately rushed to the toilet. He sat there for 20 minutes and then quickly left the apartment.

When my friend went to the toilet, I saw a huge pile on the floor and words written with the same pile where he insulted my friend for calling the police.

Then he found out that the fool had deceived each neighbor in his own way. After that, the police were foolish. What about him now, I do not know.