It is said that cats like to sit or lie down to their owners in sick places and even somehow they are treated there.
Our is a real it-cat, she is often sitting on the router, looking, trying to set up a fairly figured internet.

The third birth began 2 weeks earlier, and I didn't have time to buy a baby hat on the discharge. At the end of October, the snow fell, such a warm hat is needed. She asked her husband to buy a hat for the newborn. He brings a package on the outlet, on top is a dark blue (almost black) hat with a compass on the forehead. Size - for a three-year-old child. The nurses and so try it, and edak, no problem, the head just drowns in it, the ears are open. But the girls turned out to be experienced: in the hat they pushed a diaper wrapped with a coma, the ears of the hat wrapped with another diaper under the beard. My son’s head has become huge. The child’s envelope was wrapped in, closed from above. Only do not open the baby on the discount, so take a photo, they advised. But Dad did not listen, he opens the envelope, and there lies something with a huge head, in a black hat with a compass. There is no scene: shock.
"Where did you find such a hat, in an army store?"
"No is said. I asked for the smallest size on the market. I was given it." Apparently the seller had no children. His two children were not saved either. To this day, we are still laughing at this miracle in a hat with a compass. :D

This is how an unmotivated mess arises.
They write about how a young man at sunset without the help of porn, but through his hands, romantically spent time.
Someone argues: how is it without porn? He looked at the constellation of the Virgin.
Even assuming that the view of the constellation is crazyly excitingly acting on the weak minds and completely replaces the aforementioned porn, a person with logic will understand that in the light of day.
The stars are not visible.
But no, now there is a discussion of the benefits of astronomy in school and the differences between the equator and the ecliptic.

One unfaithful husband, who had fallen from his bored wife allegedly for a hunt, was so confused that he brought a squid to his wife as a trophy. Cheers to you, Vasa!

XXX: Are you going to get married?
No, thank you, I am not well.

The amount of pensions is calculated in some tricky way.
Today’s retirees get a salary for the nineties when they were young, and the salaries were also different then, and often small. Crises then occurred, the salary became millions, then the money was cut. Even the work was not always...
Do you remember that they were small?
In addition, women had the tendency to give birth to children and go on this occasion in a decree, and these years are simply thrown away, as if the aunt at this time was unemployed and had no income. Children generally suffer the most.
The years after 2000, when the salary is higher and more stable, almost do not play a role, there are some small deductions and do not affect the total amount.
Do you think only oligarchs have the right to a human pension?
Should the budgeters swear?

Sometimes it’s really better to fuck out something non-living than a living thing that will fuck your brains for the rest of your life.

This is why Dildos are so popular.

end of the nineties. On the television is a kind of movie with a cool thick-spec-hero in the main roles, which runs some CD with important information. And then the film approaches the final, the villain-man directed a trunk on her, then his victorious monologue... and the troll throws a CD into it. The disc strikes him straight into the forehead, piercing the bone like oil. I’m rushing... say, the pipe of America. I throw plastic through the front bone. Mom with a serious look with intonation "Are you a fool?This is not plastic, but a laser!

XXX: Even our new logist is a trident. The task, to dispose of 2 20ft containers, the secretary 2 days before his arrival nicknamed the firms, dealt 5k for each. This body goes to the commercial, takes a thousand under the painting, where it disappears, after an hour comes the troll with Ivanovich load the boxes and leave at sunset. The body gives a doping between us and the transportation at a discount of 20k to the commercial. Then, carrying a cheque for 3 liters of beer and a kilo of curvettes (this is why the carpenter took, the fox) on the cry of the headmaster answers:"and what? Do you deserve it?" Deer acknowledges that he deserved, but stumbled to get home.
yyy: you will soon have a new commercial.)

Twuk: As a person who makes a lot of selfies and frequently visits various online resources where these “selfie” are sandy in the desert, I can say that the connection between selfies and photos is like the connection between karaoke and music, i.e. Yes, but it is very conditional.

What do you think will be the future?
I’m not what, I’m called Sasha. I think it will be my future.

We are in the same room: my sister, my mom and I.
I: Vk is dead.
BG is dead, so what?? to
Yes, not the BG, but the VK.
Who is the VK?
Sister wakes up: Who is BG?
They are different generations.

In the morning, I found a picture of myself asleep. It’s strange: I’ve been alone for a year!

Do you take your photos or not?
It sounds disgusting.

It was love from the first grammatical error.)

I remember playing the first "Civilization" in my childhood. After analyzing the saved game file, I found which group of characters was responsible for the money collection, and hacked them.

The money allowed to immediately reduce taxes to zero, and the resource released to distribute to science.

And I could build tanks when all computer rivals had only legions.

So the anti-tank jewels of the ancient Romans have quite a logical justification =)

xxx: I work in a studio that creates porn sites and all kinds of services such as ordering girls at home. The only job where, if the boss suits, you need to OPEN the window with porn, not vice versa.

Someone is paying for funerals, others for the life of the heirs.

I read here on one teacher’s website the following pedagogical axiom: “It creates the illusion that character is inherited from parents to children. In reality, the similarity of the character of children and parents is explained not by heredity, but by the constant influence of parents on children, by the constant personal example. And I remembered a curious example of one familiar family living in the house of my parents. I rarely saw them, but my mother sometimes shared some news about the neighbors, and we were often surprised how unlike her relatives the younger girl grows - literally from childhood demonstrates such a "character" that was not inherent to the slightest degree, neither calm, intelligent parents, nor a quiet, obedient older boy. And one day there was an opportunity to find out what explains this phenomenon. The case was this: my sick and dreaming of a quiet rest mother was tortured by courtyard boys, knocking a ball on the wall of the bedroom. All the excuses to go to play elsewhere - zero reaction, and there is a ringing cry: "Well, go away from here!" Mom looks out the window and sees the neighbor’s little girl – five (!) years of the kind, compressing a rather large stone in the pen. An attempt to ignore the "split" is worth one of the guys of "the loss of the face" in the form of a hasty evasion from flying right into the nose of the mentioned weapon. Seeing how the child quickly grabs the second stone (a large slit hole at the entrance of the Zalatali type) and unambiguously swings, the spana is reluctantly retreated. Standing at the entrance to the entrance, the mother of a young warrior meets her eyes with mine and embarrassedly divides her hands. The mother went out to the venue, met on the stairs of her "defenders", and, having not had time to say words of gratitude and astonishment of the child's courage, hears what was said with a deep breath: "I don't know what to do with her - nothing is afraid. The cat bit her, she continues to tyrannize her, the fingers accidentally knocked on the door - now she climbs there specifically, but to fight in the garden and for herself, and for "this guy" - don't feed bread. To my mother’s question, “Who are you like?“I am angry,” she said, “to my grandmother. The mother-in-law is exactly the same fighting. You won't believe: in the polar night every "morning" accompanied her husband to work to the railway station, so that the wolves did not attack him on the road, and then returned home alone as in nothing. Moreover, the grandmother who lived in the Murmansk region had never had a chance to "permanently influence" the character of the child. It seems that fearlessness is the inheritance of “pure water.”

“You heard, Vasya counted the internet, bought a fake Syrian passport and drove to Germany.
Well and how?
I tempted him. Baptism began in the mosque.

The Communists will conduct a rite of cleansing the elections from the devil’s temptation with falsification... shah and mat, gentlemen atheists!!! to