The professional nightmare of the writer. At midnight I dreamed I was writing a wedding script. Then at midnight convinced the customers that the happy end in the script was nonsense.

Support on a very small gaming site.

(12/11/2011) User: Please delete my account.
(15/11/2011) Sapport: Do you understand that when you re-register, you do not receive the bonus of the project – 20 virtual chips daily?
(15/11/2011) User: This is too difficult responsible decision, I should weigh everything before such a serious step...
(05/08/2012) User: Yes, I still think I can survive this loss.

The CNB:

I am a boy!Do you like big members?

The Dragonfly:

Oh, God... Again big members...

Yes, I love, I already have a whole collection of them. Three litre banks.

It is not difficult to legalize it in Russia. Who will work after lunch?

Conversation with Mom:
M: And what are you taught only in the institute?
I: We are not taught, we are given food for reflection.
M: Ah, and you, I’ll see, you’re sitting on a diet.

In fact, men recognize the presence of female intuition, but call it in their own way: "Nakarkala!"

I call my wife:
Lunch with Pellegrini?
She: Yes, I already put it, and what?
I: I think it’s white or red (a kind of joke about wine)
She: ketchup is, buy cream

In the courtyard opened a barbecue salon for Yorkshire terriers. On the sign were attached red letters "In honor of opening the first customers a discount of 50%". My father, a man of old hardness, when Champaiah drowns until now, is a steal, and he doesn’t know that we have Yorkshire terriers that live so badly, I suspect that he doesn’t even know what kind of beast it is. In short, I didn’t even doubt that Dad would be the first customer, even with such a discount. Imagine, he tells me, came beautiful like a ice cream, sat in a chair, I sit, the barber is also sitting, silent. I cried, she was silent, I greeted – she was silent, and only when she said, “Where is your cuddly baby?” I went to read the sign again.

I walk down the street, walking out my Yorkshire terrier. Meeting a couple (wife, husband) jealous of my "volkodav"
J: Oh, what a slump, what a kind of "Fuck" it looks like!
M is breed!

Discussions about the car accident:
Horse: If you, fool, intend to kill yourself, then land the passengers. Or at least ask for their consent. Don’t build yourself out of Gasteel, don’t decide for others.

C Dirty
Gosdep, 05.08.2012 at 19.59 We need to send two Jedi to Syria for negotiations.
Alexandras, 05.08.2012 at 20.02 gosdep, In Syria Jews are not liked.

Yesterday we went with friends, drank beer, talked. A young couple arrives. The girl, pointing at us: "Well, you see, all beer is drinking". Guy: "And you will get the p**s!"
That is the motivation.)

Well, what are we crossing today?
and no.
Why not?! to
The parallel lines do not cross - we will roll together

Breakfast at Tiffany is the perfect movie, now they don’t do it anymore. Audrey Hepburn is the perfect girl.
Now they don’t do that anymore.)

with VIO

What to do if the guy is cold?
A to buried.

With Google WiO:

Q: I have not had sex for 2 weeks, what should I do?? to
A broken hand? xd

Conversation in the ash with a chlamydia.
Roosevelt: You don’t get anything! I am in trend!
CHESHIRR : Yes? Does this disappear?

Katya, you are the TP
Catherine: What does that mean?
sector: so beautiful
Catherine: Oh, pashibits, the sun :-*

*Catherine changed status to "I TP!!and "

The xxx:
It is bad to clean the berries with a sick imagination.
Cleaning the cherry with a spike is a shaped factory of underground abortions, and not always successful.
Pressing the juice of red rice through the gasoline seems to compress someone’s heart, big and pink. A heart attack, whitened bleeding tissue that blooms again and again only then to make everything happen again and again. And with each cycle it dries and dries, leaving the most valuable thing in the pot.
And you will unfold the gasoline to pull out the sting and the sting: a clear example of the work of the intestines, food, as it is there...

111: This is something else. I administered somewhat a small office with a small cohesive team, so their bugs had the habit after any action on my part to say "thank you, Vadik, you are a real friend", to which I always answered "nothing, the job is like this". Next is just a song. calls a gender and wraps orders in my face. I literally no longer remember, but I was forbidden to respond in this way, and I should have responded in a kind and friendly way, because the girls refused to address the senseless scourge to me, even if the system driver was dying, scattering sparks on the curtains, or somewhere the quarterly report disappeared.
Is the gender also female?
111, and then