XXX: I remember when I was a child, the cops were fucked up before me. In a quantity of 6. I had to run away and they all ran after me. I ran well. In the end, the biggest were swollen or bored, and after a couple of quarters I realized that only one was running behind me - the smallest and most fucking (why the smaller the more fucking always). and he apparently did not notice the loss of the support team in the dust of the hunting hazard). I turned and stumbled from his heart into the table. A little bit on the ground with his feet. I still remember this story with warmth in my heart.

There are now two armies of unemployed people in Afghanistan who have pretended to be at war with each other for 20 years.

Saturday 10 in the morning. The Coffee. Coffee, coffee and the mood. An adult respectable man picked up a pack of baked food and a couple of coffee. The barista:
What kind of milk and sugar do I need?
for a minute.

Receives a mobile communication device (as well and convenient, in the last century would have had to run into a telephone machine):
and allo! Sora my daughter! and Moning. Papua is not far away. He wants to chew you with bread and boiling drink. Coffee with milk...what? For a moment, he asks the barista, “Sorry, do you have a cold beer?”

Gordon says that as a child he was irritated by the "Invisible Smoke".
Of course, I believe that the boy named Gordon was irritated by the "Invisible".

Xxx: I just went to the shelters, in the company of friends on the vacation base. It was hot and I was dressed up with beer, cognac and vodka, and on top of it I ate shishelks and apparently bread, so I became very foolish. He sat down on the bench and began to bleed, and two dogs came from there and began to eat. In the breaks between the calls they so gently waved their tails asking for additions))

xxx: I was lost in the kindergarten when a group went to the dentist. After the doctor, on the way back to the kindergarten. I was scared wild. I walked on a deserted street, cried, and eventually a woman met at the pedestrian crossing, she asked me and somehow understood which garden I was from and took me there. There were already teachers with the corvalol sitting, I felt that the atmosphere was very oppressive. I was placed in a corner for the whole quiet hour and until my father arrived, I was mocked and threatened that my parents would come and just destroy me. I was wildly scared. But the father came, they began to tell him what kind of pig I was, how I scared everyone, I was terrified. And he quietly asked, was it in their mind that they sprinkled the child and put him in the corner for that? Did she not endure anything while she was walking alone on the street? At that point I realized that my father was my wall.

I was 8. I thought I was grown up enough to help my mother not just at home. I decided, then, to take my sister from the garden so that my mother comes home, and we are already here.

I took my sister out of the garden. I still wonder how her teachers gave me. Maybe it was time, I was not afraid.

The weather was wonderful, a golden autumn. I think I’ll give my sister a pleasant walk. We went into the bistro, ate puddles and ice cream. I had the money because I took out the bottles I found on the street.

It was fun. My sister is happy.

From the garden to the house 40 minutes. Given that we entered the bistro, we spent an hour on the road.

I bring my sister home, and my mother is home. I said, “Mom, I brought my sister. You don’t have to go to the garden for her. In response, “What the hell? ? to ? to We searched you already! Where did you go? ? to ? to Go into the room! My father is waiting for you! “For what? I wanted to help! I told the teachers that I brought my sister home! Why was searching? We would come home by ourselves! We have come! It is OK! “I screamed to her with tears.

Of course, I was in shock! My childhood mind did not know that we would be sought. Of course, my father tossed me to the blue, not listening to my screams about what I wanted best.

The next day on the body appeared bleaches from "education" belt. I was sitting in the full bathroom and crying... crying... I was so sorry for myself... I was so offended. I had no evil intention.

My sister heard me crying in the bathroom. Then she approached me and said that the day I took her out of the garden and brought her to Bistro was the best day.

I changed my driver’s license on Saturday. He submitted documents, told me to go to the office and wait. The door opens, girl:

Sit in front of the camera.

He makes a picture.

Will you see how the photo went?

And why?

You have ten years to walk with these rights.

So I have been walking with this face for ten years ?

The argument)

Right is given, all well.

British scientists have proven that the mind that manages to successfully hide from others for a long time is actually stupid!

One of the most memorable exhibitions I've been to was held in England and was devoted to the drug Talidomide, or more precisely to the victims of this drug.

The substance talidomide was developed in the 1950s in Germany - the company Chemie Gr

- This is our new reception hall in the style of Louis XVI.
I never thought that Louis XVI was a Roma.

The EP wants to ban Russofobs from entering Russia. But why? They are all here and sitting in office.

Here, Kungutych has burned up, which, in fact, is characteristic of a man with an unprecedented legendary modesty.
Well, in this connection, I remembered something about one story that happened when I served under his chief commander in the brave Emergency Service, precisely in 1996.
On the occasion of the war in Chechnya, our regional communication hub was provided with a full set of various equipment of the ZAS, which was notified by the commander who called me to our cozy headquarters in the center of Yekaterinburg. He handed me a sealed drawing to obtain this equipment and sent it to Moscow on two wheels. How long is it short – but we arrived in Moscow, the equipment was parked on the outskirts, and I went to the Ministry of Emergencies Office with an order to resolve the issue, so to speak, with the receipt of a completely secret property.
What is interesting is that I was not allowed into the administration itself, very impressed by this pomp, the abundance of protection and the arrogance of the inhabitants of the building. But how does it matter - our business is simple, although this is a problem - the clerk who was drawn in the predecessor has mistakenly figured out that there is no mistake in the outfit - we do not have the equipment of category 1 - that is, from the factory, there is only a set of category 2, that is, b / u or from a long-term storage warehouse. Therefore, I came together, reprinted the dress and gave me a paper already with a changed figure in the "category" column. Well, we, in fact, purple, our business to get and deliver, so he sent me to get to the central communication hub in the suburbs of Moscow Reutov.
They came there, found the head of the warehouse, he got acquainted with the contents of the suit, nodded, and sent one straw to one warehouse, the other to the other. The fighters of the armoured boxes loaded the rank by rank, the tents were armoured, all were scheduled, went to the management - there were also scheduled, unleashed and resigned. Upon arrival, I handed over the cars to the communications chief... and in the morning I was called for a scandal.
In short - in one car in sealed in honor boxes from the equipment of the ZAS loaded 10 tons of some kind of evil metal breakdown, when I watched - it was even strange, blocks are obviously ancient, separately plates, wires, documentation there is no, according to the words of experienced comrades - dismantling from special machines, long since removed from the arms, clearly scrapped shit. But in another car found up to 100 pieces of telegraph devices LTA-120 in so rotten from the moisture boxes that when unloading dropped the bottom.
Of course, I heard a lot of lustful things about my trip - and that I had to bring this straw at all, and what to do with me now... but the little cooler command decided that, in fact, I could not influence anything, that I was shipped and brought, and I had no authority to go under the sealed tents - my matter of delivery, and what was already loaded - it is a claim to the shipment warehouse. So my trip remained without consequences, unless I was thanked.
I will remind you - the second Chechen was going, and so the pre-water communication nodes needed at least some protection of information, and at this time in the capital someone smashed - fictitiously purchased the equipment, and shipped the sink. And then I did an innocent moustache, as I was told, like - you had to look at what you took. And for the sake of this affair, I was chasing the so-called cars for 2000 km and back, security, secrecy, and their mother...
But imagine, for example - so on the position you instead of ammunition will bring a bunch of firearms and simulated ammunition and say - fight. Approximately so it happened.
Before this, there was a history of how portable radio stations with absolutely harbour batteries were allocated to us - that is, they didn't even hold an hour at the reception. Closed the need, so to speak. A trend, of course. Tiloviki instead of the Afghans brought and handed out some bribes, such as "there were no others", the pro-service burned on the fact that it purchased and fed the soldiers pearl flour with worms, the automotive service found the ethanol glycol from which the radiators flowed. Every idiot in the war made his own hatchback.
In general, we were left without the equipment of the ZAS, and two pieces of metal breakdown were written into the wasteland. The money is burned, the goods are shipped, go to the shit - this is the position of management was. And while riding - I resigned a year later, and the commander died six months after my resignation - in general ends in the water. And now parts are not like that.
This is why the wolf lies, but the morale does not change. Looking at today's army and personally on Kunjitych, I think, and now there are such schemes quite in progress, unfortunately in August such an airplane crash happened.

Here and think - how combat ready and wealthy the army, with such commanders. And as for the Ministry of Emergencies - I think, I am not the only one who noticed that for a long time this department has been interested in disasters in the country, does not struggle to extinguish fires, and then it is not for what the palaces will be built and children in Europe will be kept.

In our country, a citizen’s knowledge of his or her legal rights is perceived by officials and police as a manifestation of bitterness.

If you want to know who your country belongs to, then, simply, look at the currency of which countries are selling the wealth of your country.

It was a long time ago, when the sun shone brighter, the dollar was cheaper, and the bald grandfather was younger, and carried the suitcase after his father's horse.
So, my sister decided to divorce the chickens, the chickens there and all the business... she did what she had planned, and then her husband's trip to Finland was organized.
The chickens were left to our care.
My mom honestly took the chicken gifts in the morning, and in order not to be confused on each wrote a date, a flommaster.
And then we decided to visit our sister and see how the bourgeois are rotten there. It was said - done, they threw the proceeds into the car, and went to the border.
Mommy didn’t allow us to put a box with eggs, because they probably don’t have that. I was not mistaken!
When we passed through our customs, and stood in line on the Finca, I read that almost all products were prohibited, including the box that we brought as a gift.
I think they will find it, they will take it. and wrong.
I was wrong, in part. A box with eggs, of course, the finish found, because we did not hide especially. There is no place, and there is no experience :) I opened and looked stupidly at the rows of eggs, on each of which a date was applied.
A little meditating, he asked, “Is that something?”? to
I answered the eggs.
What are these numbers?
This is birthday.
Who is Fash?
No, the eggs
Finn fell into full space, you could see his eyes. He closed the box and said “go through.”
I think he thought of the frog Russians who write his birthday on every egg.

But the Taliban are not the first, declared terrorists in Russia, agreed with Putin! And Ramzan Akhmatovich will not lie.

In Moscow you can rent a good apartment for 20-25 thousand rubles, but it will be somewhere on the outskirts, approximately in Novosibirsk.

Reminder for those who watch the unnamed video of deaths:



1st Man is killed by machine / loader / machine of factory metal - this is China;

2nd A person is cut off alive limbs, and then deprived of the head - this is Mexico;

Three A man was shot in the middle of the day on the street for no reason - it is Brazil;

4 is Man shot from a machine gun at a wedding in the air and accidentally killed a friend - it is Iraq;

5 is Man stumbled on the road and fucked to death in another car - this is Kazakhstan;

6 is A man hangs on the balcony under the salts, and then joyfully falls down - this is Russia;

7 is The man burning alive on the tires is Angola.

8 is The man with a loud laugh commits suicide on an electric pillar is India.

9 is A man rattles the policemen and then dies under their bullets – it’s the US.

10 is A man listening to music loudly at three o’clock at night is a dwarf.

What cultural people used to rain forests.