A real man should ride a Mercedes or BMW and smoke the parliament not lower.

I smoke parliament, I drive a Mercedes. I am a truck driver.

From Chat:
XXX: thank you Marat gather us more often)))
YYY: No, Marat, we don’t need to collect in pieces...

XXX: The question of the boss. For example, a sadist
YYY: Does the trick lump you?
XXX is worse. The employer requested the presentation. He was not ready, he forced the layout to paint in painting. Fuck the painting!

XXX is fucking
XXX: It is not.
XXX is overwhelming.
XXX: when your deputy dean on the page repost with a photo of Edward of this of your calen and the signature "connected with a woman. As it was, it remained"

I read the ad: “A cat is looking for a cat. any one. “I was jealous of the capabilities of his Barcy. The only disadvantage is that he cannot read.

from Lafayette 15.05.13

This is not the first time that Sverdlovs leaders get stunned when giving gifts. The former governor of the Sverdlovsk region, Alexander Misharin, once presented a television to a blind paralympic.
After the ridiculous gift became widely known, the TV from the athlete was taken away and in exchange given a bicycle.

The beginning of the news is this.
"Governor of the Sverdlovsk region handed veterans a deadline"
I think it is shit...

Well, how "no weather" can not be shown so, and how in Syria the heart is cut so can be.and ((

I don’t know why all of you have seat belts.He does not allow to fall side by side when bypassing numerous road holes and fly forward with sharp braking. And also under it is very convenient to sleep, especially if the cough is placed (for passengers =))) Another thing if you have not yet come out of the adolescent period, when you must show everyone that you are cooler only eggs after 10 minutes of cooking. Then yes, sticking up is a serious blow to reputation.

from the Internet space.
"We invite you to a literary master class on fish salt"
was lost...

Masha, did you not shake up? I come home, neither you nor things.
Let you go! Go to your youth!
What an idiot, you are in a bad time!
"What kind, you might think, I didn't hear you say to Vasa that you won't go to a beer with him, because you'll fuck with Yulia until night. He returned home unknown when.
It is stupid! Not Yulia, but Yii! This is the program... March Home!

xxx: Let the crowd be gathered more, there are frostbite and drug addicts with a lower pain threshold. One, out, digged the garden and four times rubbed himself with his shoulder on his foot, he thought, the root.

Atheist: Yes, it is the cult of cargo (cult of cargo) in its pure form!

White people find a flat ground, draw it in stripes, put on the sides of the lights, and a plane arrives to them with a very useful cargo.
So, the natives decide, if you draw a flat platform and put on the sides of the lights, sooner or later a plane will fly to them.

In successful countries there are "silicon valleys".
So if we build the same, our country will be successful.

After detaining the largest party of hashish in Lithuania’s history, parliament will urgently consider the issue of legalizing marijuana in Lithuania.

Archont: And the great battle began.
Between those who are afflicted
And among those who are cold.
arxont: And only the strongest could have a controller from the air conditioner.

We turned off hot water here, by the grandfather's method, we pick up cold water in the teak, boil it, then pour it into the teak, dilute it and wash it. Now comes a fellow to boil the tea and says, "something I didn't think, cold water got, it will boil for a long time. It needed a hot..." *second pause* "something I did not think about again".

and cocos:
I have been receiving emails from the post office for two years.
I’ve never seen her, and I’m called Elena.
I went in, and there on the ave was a 20-year-old girl with a butt and sponges. And here I remembered...
I gave my soap to our warehouse two years ago so that she could sell the car.
She is 55.

The story took place in one of the events.
Due to the sudden darkness we had to spend the night near the village. Good near the place where we organized the night was a large pile of wood, apparently in the spring here organized a gap of everything that sailed on the river. I grind up, dragging wood to the fire, and clinging to the cover of the grave. I do not give that importance. The night. We lie in a tent. I wake up from the voices – somebody is negotiating at night and constantly cries – "Man, Man!".
I lie down listening - everyone too, someone walks on the bushes and occasionally gives a call "Man!".

I don’t want to get up and get out of the tent, but after the phrase “Man, look, what’s hard for you?” I resolve and quietly look out of the tent. Apparently they don’t see me, because there’s continuing crawling on the bushes and screaming "Man!... You are a man!"
I get out of the tent, I get up to the fire (so that I can be seen). Absolutely no changes all too someone walks on the bushes and calls the man to look. I lie down so I don’t understand what’s going on.
After a while, everything came to its place because the man still answered. His answer consisted of the extensive "Mou". The happy people took the bull home. Everything stopped, except my laughter.

Gothic 14:08
Do you need a salad?

The Light: Emmy
Do you have more sideways?

Gothic 14:08
the goat

"Laughing at people is a great way not to kill them more often than necessary."

YYY: RJ

YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY I don’t mean I want to kill you.

What a serious illness is to be sick for ours.