Are you painted? O_O
A: It is a coincidence.
YYY: Is it a coincidence? How! → Have you dropped your face in a suitcase? O_O

And where does this passionate desire to save Erafia come from every time before the session?

In Japan, a white rabbit was born without ears
Comments: Pokemon hotels - get

In my opinion, the main genre of modern cinema can be described as "a film about special effects".

Koffboy's twitter: You go into the woods, you say "Barbara Streisand", and there are wolves from all sides: "Wowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowow

Some go on vacation abroad with enthusiasm, others with hope, and others with their wife.

Mechanics, Mechanics and Mechanics
At one of the Russian art exhibitions appeared a portrait of the writer
Uspensky, written by Kramsky. Gleb Ivanovich was drawn to the exhibition. He wandered through the halls modestly, as he was suddenly stopped by a fat gentleman with a massive gold chain decorated with diamonds. The man grabbed the writer’s hand and waved in praise:
– Gleb Ivanovich, I just bought your portrait.
What did you suddenly think of? Asked by Uspensky.
“Because I’m a big fan of your works,” replies the fat man.
Having learned from a friend that he had talked to the messenger, the famous vodka farmer Smirnov, Uspensky rushed to look for him.
“I wanted to ask,” he turned to the farmer, “where can I buy yours?”
The portrait?
What did you suddenly think of? He asks astonished and surprised.
The factory.
I am also a big fan of your works.

What is the noise in the street, Barrymore?
This is a gay parade, sir.
What do they want, Barrymore?
The same love, sir.
Does anyone prohibit them?
No to sir.
So why are they still making noise?
The pimples, sir

Rin: I saw the store today "SadDomik". Inside, of course, grabbed and pots, but as it sounds. I should have thought.
Rin: Immediately pulls to write: and Gomorruška. : 3

About the harm of driving young boys to the women’s bathroom or the Humiliation of Pride.

I always washed in the bathroom, my grandmother washed me and then washed myself. Since I was a child, they didn’t pay attention to me, but I addressed. And here we go somehow with my grandmother in the bus, in front of us sits an uncle with a liquid beard of red color. Since there was nowhere else to look, I stood up on him, and he, polished with such attention, began to communicate with me. and loud. The whole bus. On his head, on his beard.
Do you like what kind of beard your uncle has?
I cried out. I was taught that adults should be respected. Then he inspired continued, “Who am I like with such a beard?”
I don’t know what he expected to get in response, maybe he thought he looked like Lenin. But I enlightened him by opening him and the whole bus’s eyes to the bitter truth.
So who am I like, boy?
To my grandmother! I guessed loudly.
At the next stop, both we and the poor man rushed out of the bus, the rest wiping tears from laughter, went on with a great mood.

When did you realize you were God?
Well, I prayed and suddenly realized that I was talking to myself!

mimi: you know, after the occasion when I was saved from the drunk mint by the local gopars, I am no longer surprised by anything in this country.)

At work, the employee, a blonde, 30 years old, renamed the folder "Procedures for accounting and identification of subscribers" to - literally quoted "DOCUMENTS WHAT ARE NECESSARY FOR WHAT"

It looks like a mistake, but it sounds like:"Coolon of toilet paper!"

It is said that in Moscow some finished pidaras beat the participants of the gay parade.

My friend's bzik - to collect all kinds of crafts from cardboard paper, and the main preference he gives to weapons. in the bedroom he has on the wall a whole arsenal of his own-handed glued machines, carabins, even rpg hangs. And he still has a kitten, who naturally does not sit in place, and when he penetrates into the bedroom, he of course tries to arrange for the disarmament of the owner.

So, he came to a friend guests he had never been at home before. Snooping in the living room. A friend went to himself with the words, he said "Now I will show you something interesting." guests intriguedly quieted and in this silence the bedroom reads:

Where are you going to shop for the calas?!...

The reaction of the guests should have been seen)))))))

The fucking topol!
Joe is allergic?
Yami : No! I bought the ice cream in the glass for the last money, went out, and it was a fucking, it became smelly!

I wanted to write a few phrases. Then I realized that I was writing shit and decided not to write.
You would be so too.

Damn, I have all the slaves dead today.
XXX: The Rice

The Russian-Japanese War
One European newspaper wrote about one battle like this:
And here are the Russians shouting: JOP-TWO-YMAT, which means, I have died for the Tsar, have rushed to attack!