A new officer took the change of the ambulance and went to the challenge. He was not warned that at one address the lady is calling to seduce.

He came, looked at her and then wrote in the report: A shimmering feeling of emptiness in the vagina.

The son (three years old) goes, asks for three cookies, I give two in the number of hands, after a while runs asks for three more.
I’m teaching mathematics: I’ve given you two? How much more do you need to give to be three?
son (a few seconds thinking, changing in the face, letting a light tear): I don’t want one wow.

JF: I think I wanted to think about something.
Unxed : Oh! This is a procrastination in Cuba!
Unxed: You’re here now all the pain of life of the hipster generation described in six words.

Get in your closet.
I can’t, I have Narnia there.
The pork! I tell you.

by TOM. Khrushchev, with his famous "it is not artists, but some kind of pydoras!" clearly showed that yesterday's collective farmers demonstrate special categoricity in the assessments of art. and TOM. Brezhnev with the prisms — that once the collective farmers get any money and power, they strive to dress up with the fashionable "art" and demonstrate "elitary" in every way.
So the dispute between the hipsters and the patriots looks like the dispute between Galina Brezhnevova and Rada Adzhubey...both sides are not sympathetic.

Good morning, a cold morning
Gret: Not so cold.
Heat the car for 10 minutes.
As she warms you run around her.

The thriller “Paparazzi” very well shows how the paparazzi bring the movie star to revenge. The film was directed by Paul Abascal, Mel Gibson’s former hairdresser. He has been shaving Mel for many years, and I can imagine how many sad stories about paparazzi he has heard from him. And it was the hairdresser, with a shaver and scissors in his hands, who could create such a just and vengeant film. And the fact that Gibson himself was the producer of the film suggests that the idea to shoot down all the paparazzi on the rail of his new yacht is in the development stage.

Zzz: How can you hate your country to make such movies about it?

XX: Help me to clarify the situation. I listened here to the song of the Leningrad group "My Hui" and immediately captured in it a musical quote from the song of the group Civil Defense "My Hui".
I have a question – am I an erudited meloman, or still an uncultured beast?
YYY: You are a fool. All melomans "My Hui" listened to 5 years ago.

zzz: An artificial cat is a solution. First, it is more real, more beautiful, second, more real, more durable. When I use it, there is no dissonance.
Yaya: Immediately recalled "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep", where a live cat was mistakenly brought to repair, because the overwhelming majority had cheap robots that pretended to be real animals.

One listener sent me a letter saying she hated me for years. She doesn’t like every word I say. And when she sees me on the screen, something like St. Witt’s dance begins, though she doesn’t know exactly what it is. And she asks me what to do with the fact that she still listens to my shows every day. She went to consult the priest. He said that my ethers are a test of the Lord or a testimony to the existence of Satan. The priest added that he also listened to them daily to grasp the bottomless level of my sinfulness. As long as this understanding is in the process, and when he is done, he will definitely tell her and give the right advice.

I am a transistor and a shopaholic, I bought a new keyboard!
Hm...
Yesterday was a gaming mouse.
Previous: The Memory Module
Even before the smartphone.
It: and video card
and Gickovsky Nexus
I list your latest purchases.
UN: and this listing leads to strange thoughts, not girls’ purchases
She: No-No, I am a girl
I bought a fan today.
Is it construction?

She said she was poisoned. It just seems to me that eating cabbage, snacking with strawberries and drinking milk is called somehow differently...

My wife is a bit out of this world.
I never spoke in my dreams before. And here, after the New Year's Eve, I slept.
And after a while I hear her in a dream arguing with someone in elevated tones:

Let it be! Let him swim!

I stopped her, I think it was probably a bad dream.
She rises sharply on the bed.

and calm. Who is swimming? Who is swimming?

He looks at me and says clearly:

A fly is also a plane.

He falls on the bed and falls asleep again.

Everything will be fine soon, the most important thing is to be patient.

There are more questions than answers. Who can explain the aberration of light, the abnormal magnetic moment, the Lambovsky shift, or the polarization of the vacuum?
We don’t forget to eat, we don’t forget to eat.

For atheists, the spread of light is physics, and for believers, crusades.

In Kazakhstan, two girls lured young people to their apartment, where their accomplices forced the victims to stick the pelmeni. Three days later, or 400 packs of pellet boys were released, and the girls were sent to catch the next victims, reports the Kazakh newspaper "Express K".

According to one of the young men named Rustam who visited the "pellman slavery", he and a friend met in a nightclub with two girls on a yellow road. They offered the boys to go to the apartment, allegedly one of the beauties has no parents at home.

After driving down the road to the store and picking up drinks and food, the young people arrived in the apartment. However, instead of fun, they were expected to be quite different: three men came out of one room, who stated that these girls were theirs and they were ready to forgive the guys if they blinded 400 packs of peelings. When we fulfilled the norm, we were released. The girls went out the same evening again to hunt for new slaves,” Rustam said.

The calculation of the fraudsters was true, none of the victims turned to the police, fearing humiliation. Later, Rustam met these girls near a nightclub. At the same time, they recognized him and, as in nothing, greeted him and told him that the peeling workshop works and for all the time there was only one percussion: another "slave" turned out to be the owner of the black belt in karate, beat three shareholders and, taking a couple of packs of peelings, left the apartment.

Are you going to watch the new year’s Blue Light? There all of us will be – Kobzon, Pugacheva, Rotaru, Leşchenko, Allegrov...
“No, I will not be able to endure this Immortal Regiment for the New Year.

XXX: I am ashamed to ask...
YYYYYYYYYYYYY
What fucking thing did you bite my nose?
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY You are what? Really is?
XXX is really bite.
The scooters stopped:
and Bukhari?
and no.
Why is my nose red?
I explained to him that he stole the papers from Gogot.