Maybe I’m a fool or something I don’t understand or don’t know, but when on the “Bash” or anywhere else the Aitishnikov are described as: a bearded man with a bald hair on his head in a sweater, I first imagine Anatoly Wasserman.

Yesterday, the court sentenced the man to 5000 r. A fine for sending a police officer. I’m starting to make money.)

The top of grandmothers' cynicism is to come to the bench every evening next to the pub and feed the local cats. Who would feed me so, blatantly?! to

Sometimes hunting some nonsense to do... order a song on a short number, eat a cheetah on the market, buy a licensed windows...

But did you not think that the iPhone, given to our president, is not the last employee of the factory of the country which is one of the most likely opponents of our country, is the ideal means of intelligence? And if you consider that there are means of intelligence (microphone, camera, etc.) And the means of communication (internet, Wi-Fi, hz what), then it is actually a pipet! In intelligence, there are no little things, but the toilet of the presidents is thrown out, so that you can learn about all sorts of diseases.
Well, about the very fact of the gift, it is generally a fucking shame, as if the buses were given to the papua!

In the comments to the laminators:

Why are consumables not indicated in the description, and if they are indicated, where is the mud?

I’ll tell you if you can figure out where you’ve stuck.

Please help me remember the movie! There are two friends who study in the same class and one of whom always carries a break with them.
I wonder now, what is it?

MarGo (01:00:12): He doesn’t cheat you.
Dad (01:00:13): Do you think?
MarGo (01:00:16): Check out )
Tata (01:00:24): Okay, I will go to the mobile phone to read it )
MarGo (01:00:29): Believe it * ) Sealed )))
MarGo (01:40:03): Do you know?))
MarGo (03:12:00): Tan? 0 O
MarGo (03:16:12): Fuck, one letter, and nothing would be...
MarGo (03:16:20): was* although the previous version was more appropriate in terms of meaning.

gamer
It is :'(
Dashenka
What are you crying for?
gamer
Smiley is crying. I am a man. I hate

Are you far from each other?
Yyy: She’s up and I’m down, on the same branch

YouTube video, where a guy jumps through the car he is driving to meet, the first comment:
- Now let the train try.

xxx: I consider myself a complete failure, now even the desire to take care of myself is not, I can not even shave my hair and color.
Honey, it’s a haircut.

The apogee of the haishnik’s career is when he enters the booth, and she is just for him!

I looked at the clock... I saw 3:14... I agreed.

Q-man: I can’t argue with you
Q-man: Can you argue your point of view in any way except as "cool" and "not cool"?
Mousehead: I can
Mousehead: But it will be bad.

I bought pelmeni, I read the inscription on the packaging: "Meat-containing semi-finished products. Category "G"" Cooked not cheated. It is :)))

xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx
[12:20:08] xxx: convinced so Olya to walk :yahoo:
XXX: I don’t have money.
[12:20:19] yyy is out
[12:20:20] zzz is out
[12:20:20] zzz is out
[12:20:25] xxx: and I would like to ask for a fifth in debt.... omg, you understand everything.
[12:20:28] xxx is out

A Russian woman does not wait for a prince on a white horse, but stops for a race.

My grandfather, now the deceased, told this story about the smartness of a Russian man.
It was in the middle of the war, in March, where - I don't remember, but that's not the point.
Our and German units were caught up in battle, in the forest. The Germans went on, the Germans went on, and the Germans also.
While it was cold, the ice lay around and moved freely, and as it warmed up, the ice melted and the opponents were separated by dirt, water and mud.
Ours on one side, behind the hill, the Germans on the other, 200 meters away. You cannot get out of nowhere.
Everything would be fine, but only the field kitchens as usual in the oasis, and lag behind both ours and nothing too much. Both these and others had dry patches.
I don't know how the Germans, but our put everything together, and once a day brotherly divided them all. And so as not to be offensive, one turned away, and the other, pointing his finger to roughly equal pieces of bread, asked:
to whom?
The first answered:
- Ivanov
to whom?
Petrov
Is it to whom?
Siddhartha
and so on.
A few days passed. Both the Germans and ours ate all the supplies, and the hunger began.
Here our commander ordered us to continue to play a scene every night entitled: Who? by Petrov! This is? and Ivanov. To strengthen his spirit, and to suppress the enemy.
A few days later, the Germans raised a white flag and surrendered. Until one o’clock, without noise and shooting, the aces on the water on the dry side passed to our soldiers.
They surrendered and said, Russh, German, feed us prisoners.
Our friends laughed of course. The Germans did not laugh. They also turned out to be starving, and decided that since the Russians share food every day, you have to give up in order not to die of hunger.
A few days later it was cold again, and the kitchen was ready.
A great tribute to you, veterans! None is forgotten and nothing is forgotten.

I have a headache again... honestly, do you want me again?