Q: What did the girl give you to the doctor?
I wanted to be a virgin and gave me a monthly...%(

GoodWin: White smoke is seen above the TEC-5. Either they have elected a new archbishop there, or they will soon give water. It is :)

XXX: How are the trailers different from the rollers?
The wheels are so small with wheels. clothes on their feet. and trailers are large with wheels, like trailers.)

I sleep and I dream.
There is a table in front of me, two bottles of beer on the table. But you can’t just drink it, because beer is a vector value, you have to take the projection on the axis. Next to the households are two cups of beer, from which you can drink, but the projection is taken on an arbitrary axis, unknown to me. Not the matter. You can project beer on the X-axis - pour it into a cup, but there is no third cup. You can re-project beer from circles to a known axis, but this seems to be time-consuming. Not the matter. I stand and think what to do.
For the time being, I think, a man breaks into the room and drinks beer from the first cup. And I’m crushing — to drink a beer taken in projection on an arbitrary unknown axis — it’s like roasting petroleum!
I wake up. There are about 18 hours left for the theoretical mechanics exam.

Communities of Cynics VKontakte:
How can I talk to four people at the same time?? to
Ctrl + C and Ctrl + V!! to

The comments:
Q: I did not understand.
Catherine: I did not understand.

M: Well, when will I learn not to leave comments in the epsilon neighborhood of the fools?
J: Never, because a lot of bad things are dense everywhere.

Lisitsa: I don’t know who my daughter will grow up... we don’t have a single doll at home! The collection of guns and all kinds of cars.
I would have your problems... we’re all more serious. My son’s first love.
Lisitsa: It is cool! It is so cute))
Yesterday, the teacher asks: “Nikita, do you love Olya?” The son affirmed. She: Do you love too much? Nikita, with full eyes of delight: to the damn!
Lisitsa: so frankly! 😉

X: Does your boyfriend have cubes? Press in the Meaning)
Noah, something like that :)
Wow, fucking, I think he’d say the same about my chest.

Recipe "Fruit Soup"

Cut pork in 2 x 2 cubes. I pour 2.5 liters of water and boil 30 minutes with a laurel leaf.

You are an adult, smart woman!! to
No one, no other, no third.

Well, when in the morning a client from Norway writes you "Good morning. I will be on you today like a sweater. The whole day hanging on your back - you understand that the working day will be long and very exciting.

X: Where is my chest?
Yyy: grass eats on the field

I haven’t shaved for a long time. Finally forced. and shaved. The next long awaited in the reflection of the drawing of all the texts.

X: Let’s sleep a little later.
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XXX Yes Yes Yes!I will be!! to

The body of an unknown animal weighing 4.5 tons and lengthing 16.5 meters was found by Chinese fishermen on one of the beaches of Guangdong Province.

Fuck you, your shit is dead! The Japanese played.

You said "I didn’t like the book". Why did you read it at all? And the films. and sex. If you don’t like it, why end it?
- she lively imagined how two are having sex, and suddenly someone suddenly stops, says: "Yes, fuck something" and begins to dress.

I don’t understand why, if someone is dissatisfied with something, he puts it on the BOR?(Sorry for the disappointment, I am just here)
At the top of the page, there is a link to the site "forbidden"!Post your thoughts on the topic:How about all the h*yevo, all on h*y and so on!do not like - do not comment! They fooled the BOR in seven years so that neither in a fairy tale nor in a pen can be described.
Whoever agrees, add a...

The recent hurricane in Moscow.
Now I saw a vortex flying my ass forward!!))

Teisha is the mother of an ideal woman who was not lucky with her husband.

1942 in Stalingrad. The Germans are preparing a tank strike, seeking to cut off those defending from the Volga. The only chance to stop them is to bomb tank fuel warehouses found by the intelligence. They should be ordered to be destroyed immediately.
The Colonel, commander of the Pe-2 Regiment, understands perfectly why this order was given to him. He was the only one who had three more pickers in the morning.
The pedestrians did not return from their assignment. Orders must be executed.
Of the aircraft capable of flying, there was only a connected Po-2 - a flooring floor covered with pearl, with a load capacity of two hundred kilograms. But to break through a seriously fortified roof of the warehouse, a more solid bomb is needed.
- Hang the fifty, - commands the Colonel, - on the fuel locks
by Baka.
- It won't take off... The castles won't hold up... - the voices are heard.
This is an order, the Colonel struggles.
- And who will fly, - the chief of staff is curiously interested, realizing that
The pilot is unlikely to return.
- The helmet is for me and the parachute, - addressing the adjunct, says the Colonel.
– You can’t – the assistant tries to stop him.
- No, on the 10th parachute - excess weight, carry 200 grams of vodka.

The aircraft, driven by the last force of the engine, somewhat miraculously takes off and, without even trying to gain height, takes the course to the southern part of Stalingrad.
Po-2 due to overload and altered weighing is almost uncontrollable, it is wrapped on the tangage and crane, and due to a lack of speed constantly pulls to fall into the roof. But the Colonel is a real ass, and he manages to hold the car.
A minute after forty, he was almost at the goal, the Messers were hit twice in the way, but they were higher and did not notice him, or took for a chariot slipping on the ground. The engine, working at the limit, begins to smoke, the plane begins to whisper even louder. Below the anti-aircraft, they are standing at the guns, but for some reason they do not shoot, but the Colonel is not before them, here is the wreck, but here are the warehouses, a little more, he pulls the throwing pen, the plane throws up, the bomb is gone.
The rocket immediately began to gain speed, the talk disappeared, the anti-aircraft opened fire, but it was too late. The warehouses are burning.

The chief of staff Paulus personally came to find out why the anti-aircraft officers did not open fire on time. But the same thing was from all the batteries: "We thought he was already shot down, he smoked and literally crawled in the air, decided he was falling... planes don't fly that way."

And our colonel, returning, got an excuse, because there was a strict order of the Stack, prohibiting commander of regiments to participate in combat flights.
The excuse, before all the building, the Colonel was made by the commander himself.
The Stalingrad Front Marshal Tymoshenko. He hugged her hand and kissed her three times.