[14:47:55] xxx: You can hold the smoke at your table until Friday ))
[14:48:28] yyy : let it go, let us stand on its possibility=)

oira666 (16:32:55 9/08/2011)
Lawyers in commercial companies are specialists in the fight against Russian legislation

How often verbal diarrhea is taken for freedom of speech.

The Infernal Room
This story happened in the midst of the crisis of the 98s. Terrible times, who was everything, often became nothing. My friend Maxim, who was also everything at first, immediately became nothing, but today he again became everything and even half of everything.
And in those days his business almost collapsed, Max had to sell all his property - it was necessary to ruthlessly break up with numerous silks to settle with at least some debts. Even a Moscow apartment and a house in Barchive were auctioned.
The saddest thing is that our bankruptcy was hopelessly in love with an American and planned to get married, but what a marriage if you need to sell everything to get enough for the debts for the most impatient bandits...
Maxim did not bother his beloved bride with financial problems, afraid to scare her up.
Why should an American woman marry a Russian hungry man? The day has passed, and tomorrow will be.
And here came a new default of family significance – the bride announced that her parents with her aunt and cousins, tomorrow fly to Moscow to meet the future son-in-law and in a narrow family circle to mark their engagement.
But most importantly, the American ancestors - aristocrats and simultaneously owners of a large production company, wished that a good violin quartet must be played at the celebration, because this is such an exciting moment - the engagement of the only beloved daughter.
Max was terrified. Not only that his favorite is not an orphan and you need, in addition to overseas parents, to feed a whole oak of broken aunt and cousin, here and so cheap poylo has to be poured into expensive bottles and on you, a blow to the breath - a violin quartet and also a good...
The judgment day came and on the lawn of the almost sold house, a family celebration began.
A couple of tables, light snacks, candles, a rushing waitress (he is the brother of the bridegroom...). But what is it? On the edge of the lawn is a white tent without windows and doors, and from the tent the gentle and exciting sounds of Vivaldi, Mozart and Haydn.
American father, stunned by the skill of performance, wished to personally thank the musicians, but the future son-in-law stopped him:
You see, these are not ordinary musicians, I’m specifically for today’s music.
The party took them out of London. They are not bound by a contract.
were entitled to speak here, but I made them an offer from which
It was unrealistic to refuse even stars of such magnitude, because the engagement of the
It happens to me only once in my life. Sorry, but I promised you.
No one will see them, because at the end of the day, the most important thing is theirs.
Unhuman music
Good boy, you know how to solve problems.
Thro the evening, the quartet with interest exceeded any orders of American violin music lovers. Everyone was delighted.
The night came, the candles were extinguished, the family celebration was over.
The Americans once again, finally standing in front of the white tent, applauded the invisible virtuosos, after which the happy and softened went to their hotel.
As soon as the Yanks arrived, the fierce and hungry messengers of hell began to come out of the white tent.
All in black skin, in the nose of the ring, on the faces of the tattoo, in the ears huge holes into which a tennis ball can easily slip. The only human thing they had was two lost violins, a violoncel and alt. At first, they stumbled each other to the toilet, and then sucked to the specially prepared canister of beer for them.
These were old acquaintances of Max, an active basement punk group. So I had to borrow breathing tools for them, and make the unhappy punks remember their conservative past. Well, don’t show these insane spells to advanced Americans.
Max promised that when he became rich, he would add a new bass guitar to the band.
He became an American and became rich. I did not cheat, gave such an expensive guitar, selling which, you can all the hell whip another whole year...

The dogs running behind the cars are the souls of the Haishnikovs.

Call to Internet Service Provider:
Is this the post office of Russia?
and no. We are faster.

He named the cat Colbassa because of her all-absorbing love for sausage in the real sense of the word.

The girls react inadequately to the offer to come to visit me and play with my cowboy.

Do you know why in the Soviet panel houses of the 121 series the height of the floor from the top of the plinth to the ceiling is 2.5 meters?
No waste from cutting wallpapers!! to

I wrote an application for dismissal))If you want - go here admin, I can recommend you.)))
yyy: thank you wow I actually thought that typically knowing me you’t advise them to take me to work. I see your trust in me. Thank you again.
[think] he doesn’t even think that I want them all to burn and break... the perfect victim...

I don’t want to get married because I have a beautiful photo in my passport.

To the news about the fact that Timoshenko’s husband was not allowed to come to her on a date:

"It was he who came to make sure that she’t be released today, probably the grandmother will bring today...) "

xxxxxxxxxxx:
He who has flowers in his hands cannot do evil.
WOW :
You didn’t play in GTA.

Xxx(12:32)
go to! Did you see what Beckham did?
ZZZ(12:34)
What am I missing?
Xxx(12:34)
The last three and a half days (
ZZZ(12:40)
What is the noise in the street, Berrymore?
The dollar is rising.
What happened, Berrymore?
America on the brink of default.
So if America is on the brink of default, why does it rise and not fall?? to
Fuck you sir.

I submitted an application for the purchase of a drawer. I wrote in the column of service 100 rubles. The accountant cried.

The package is painted pig, cat and girl.WTF?

He is:
Do you have an intimate personality?
She is:
D is low.
He is:
Nothing has changed in 25 years.
He is:
small were: let’s go to the entrance of letters to each other to show...you show her, and she shows you "never show you"
She is:
and ROFL

I go to bath.
My husband: I will look!
I: Just for money!
Husband: And how much will you pay me?
Here is fucking.

Will we have a romantic evening?
Of course, and not only in the evening.
It can be all day.
She: good, I need to cut down and buy beer.

Here is the Knight Fuck.
He saved me from the collapsing pigeon in the park and told me to tell everyone that he saved me from the dragon.
Because the pigeon does not cane, it is not so dangerous.

From the Auto Forum

This Russian interpretation of the famous Ford Transit, descending from the conveyor immediately rusted and broken... With the same very Russian (or Belarusian) drivers, which, as the poet said, the common arshine is not to measure.
Who in our country drives as if he had only heard of PD from friends, but remembered little, because he was drunk? Who, judging by the manner of driving, the glasses are opaque, and the mirrors reflect nothing, except passengers transferring money? Who, when leaving the secondary, behaves like an old homosexual, to whom the main thing is to put his ass and not get in the mouth? It-a-k is it! Here are they! Heroes of terrible dreams, generators of random numbers of our roads, destroyers of all and all dogmas, prohibitions and attempts of other drivers to somehow foresee the situation! Meet all parts of your cars!