I just read this:
"from contact: Diet: morning - tea/coffee, day - apple/orange/tea, 23:00 - BULOČKIPELMENIKOLBASAMASORYBAPECČENKISUKARATJATJATJATJATJAT!!and "

Hichikawa (it happens to people!)
I remember what I ate all day (coffee, cigarette, coffee... ice cream).
I turn my eyes to the table (a plate of potatoes and a pancakes).
I look at the clock at 23:02.
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I see my mom has a bad mood.
I started cutting the chicken. I think, and what the hell doesn't joke, she dressed the chicken on her hand and began to run with wild cries in front of her mother. Most importantly, it worked...and I’m an educated adult.

The disease covers Europe. WHO has partially solved the mystery: it is an unprecedented mutant bacterium.
Thank you, fucking, I guessed: this is an unknown fucking shit. And we doubted.

Today, Prep wrote a review about me before defending my diploma:

After consultation with the head of the graduate project student Drugal I.N. He appealed twice.
On the technological part of the project, I made a number of remarks, but most of the remarks of the diploma were challenged, and the impression was created that they were not interested in him.
At the second consultation held on 26 May, Drugal I.N. He brought a title sheet, a technological part and a special head with a request to put a signature on the title sheet and urgently give him the name of a specialist who will give a feedback on the diploma project, because he has little time to defend.
I had nothing left but to agree with the diplomat – suddenly in front of me a young follower of the brilliant Perelman, and the head of the diploma project is the first to underestimate him.
In the current situation to give an objective assessment of the quality of the Diploma Project Drugal I.N. It is not possible, however, to deprive a diplomat of the right to defend his work at the GAC meeting I consider it inappropriate.

It was "Good"!

From the morning Sisadmin cried, asked which dog the router attracted to work and wi-fi set up. Grit can go to the grid to break it, and where physically it lies - hz.
Half an hour ago, he announced that he had found the router. under the table.

I can’t take him seriously.)
Lee : Why?
E: Yes, it is simply impossible. It is impossible to take a man seriously who commented on his photo: “Yes, you are harsh!” and replied: “And I will rape the bobs!”

I can’t imagine being gay in a world where there are breasts ?

On the website I found:
"Have you ever seen a moving sort? No, this is not about VAZ products "

Always tell people what you think of them. Truth is a sacred thing, and the bleaches go away in a week.
by Yuri Tatarkin

It was celebrated in the anniversary department of Viktor Petrovich, a modest worker on the remaining boxes of Russian electronics. When the warmth of wishes and toasts had already filled those who had gathered and their eyes shone, it was time for fairy tales and tricks from the fleeting life. It was also from Viktor Petrovich, or simply Viti, if you compare it with the time of the bicycle.
In his youth, thirty years ago, full of excitement and interest in his business, he successfully studied in postgraduate studies, but already had a family. And in the brigade of the same postgraduates and candidates of sciences in the summer he travelled north, building and earning to live and create in the winter. It was called
“Riding on a shuffle,” if anyone does not know. They wandered on these shabashka all the light summer north day, like the peasants in distress, when “day year feeds.”
They built a road. She was carried out from a huge pile of bullshit at the nearest station. With the shoulder, he and his partner loaded a slice into the incoming cars at the pace of “take more, throw on, while flying – rest.” Nearby there were Koreans in the same bunch.
Most of them did not know the Russian language, but the interpreter (a Korean who spoke somewhat Russian) explained that they were from the DPRK (North Korea). Why or under what economic-military agreement-exchange they obtained from us, Vitya did not understand, and it does not matter.
The Koreans worked like the Koreans, that is, the spin did not spread, but we did not give in to them. Or even the opposite. Somehow, while there were no cars, he went down to the water supply column to rinse his face. The Tolmacher filled the boiler with water. He, looking at Vitya, giving up his seat at the water singer, nodded his head and said sympathetically, like a wise brother to the younger disobedient:
“What is Tyler? by Tiago! He was a witch, he had to learn!”

Viktor Petrovich told this fairy tale the last time fifteen years ago, because now laughed only those who, say so, remembered the song of Pakhmutova “Furious Structure.” Young Nina, a new designer, asked if she understood correctly that they worked in the summer “like,..., well, like the Tajiks now”, and that summer earnings could then be the whole year, well, just do nothing?
Victor Petrovich breathed, sneered and said nothing more.
He recalled this morning, a gray Tajik in a brigade of gastarbayters, the broken wheeled blocks of the rebrick in front of the passageway of the institute. He accidentally met him with a glance, and they for some reason struck each other. Victor
Petrovich now knew why: They were from one lost country, from one common youth, and both knew one thing, and also their common:
We change the rivers, the countries, the cities.
Other doors, new years
And we have nothing to do with ourselves,
And if you go, just nowhere.

Buy the batteries! The batteries will never sit down!

How to fuck these fucking films on the iPhone 4 can cost 30 backs? Are they from the shit??? to

forum "about neighbors on top who move furniture at 3 p.m.":

"I have the floor above on Sundays as if the wool is rubbing. First, he is dragged around the apartment, the horns for all the furniture are attached. Then somebody puts the barrel. Then quietly, then several times - a buch, a buch, like a dull tail on a thick neck. Then the tail is wrapped into the floor. It’s been 7 years"

Nera

Today we worked half a day trying to find the optimal place for the condey. They examined the entire wall, exampled something, measured, applied. The hardest creative process. As a result, one of the workers stumbled awkwardly and broke a hole in the wall with an instrument. In fact, the place for the condé is immediately determined) are already hanging)))

XXX is
Create an anonymous search club.
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What??
XXX is
Hi, I am Alexander and I fucked the bill. and :(
and boys*
Alexander, sit down here.

I am sitting with a 2 year old girlfriend.
xxx: here your son demanded to draw "mami titi". I’m not a scam, but he’s now licking the album.

I was told about the beauty contest. The winner was shown. The news is much more beautiful.

Sun I love you!
He said: What is this?
She: Just so is it. So many men are just terrible goats and wretches! You are the best among them!

I was with Epic Feel today. I went to sort at work, and he was such a small, square and up a small window for light, well just like a subwoofer only enlarged in size :) and something I did not eat, in general I first pierced so that the glass drizzled :) I listened, as if nobody was scratching, and I thought that nobody heard, but when I fucking came out of the toilet around him there was a man five with big eyes and lilies to the ears :) Blyin, as they did not call me that day, Perdue earthquake and Goodbye titanic was the most gentle among them :) Now I am afraid to just go to the toilet, everyone rides right away :\\

64% of girls are stupid
I belong to the remaining 16%.
WOW = =