Father, is it you?
BON: I
N: A is not 7
Tagged: joke
N: I know how to check you
BON :?
N: Where did you store a record of porn in 2003?
I threw him out.
N: Ah, that means you’re not a dad.
Dad would not throw it out.

dfnd: Why do you have such a strange nick, a fox?
I will answer if you answer mine. Why do you have Dfnd?
Dfnd: Yes I have tried different. Everyone is busy. I went over and picked it up in my head.
Frog: Well I got it.

My friend's correspondence with a girlfriend is going seriously.

You are you!! You have become a senseless shit! You will not notice how your heart will turn into a stone. I am sorry for you, Kirill. You will not see how they turn away from you. You could communicate with me like before.
Rabbit, what are you talking about? Am I being rude with you?
Fuck, do you not understand it yourself???? to
Friend: Well what are you, dear, sorry... and what happened?
Girl: before on my jokes you responded somehow like ")))))))))))))))", but now... "))" - this is specifically to make me laugh in my soul, right?? to

Orthography is corrected.

When I don’t get to sleep in the morning, I slow a little. This morning it came out:

I wake up, I think: while the girl is in the bathroom, I will now do my business, I will prepare breakfast, just she will go out, everything will be ready. I rearrange everything, I wait. does not come out. I go to the bathroom and there is no one. I know I don’t have a girlfriend.
O O O O The morning fucking.

Four days before mortals will celebrate the day of sex for a postcard.

I’m probably not the only one to learn most of the news from BOR?

This day the shield opened. My mother and I, of course, were scared. They started calling Daddy while Daddy was walking, the spark stopped. Let’s tell Dad that it happened. Dad does not believe. None in any.

Half an hour later I called the electricity. Not because I convinced him. No is. Just the dog (who was the same eyewitness as my mom and I) looked up all that half-hour. on the shield.

M: I can’t do without you.
M: No, it’s all fine)) I let go.
I forgive you.)
The Fuck!! to

The Polka:
I, for instance, removed the President of the Russian Federation from friends (in Twitter) - he writes a lot))). In addition, it is not funny.
Written on 26 January at 20:30

Voyage (14:35:47 10/02/2011)
Zoophilia is down.
Voyage (14:35:53 10/02/2011)
Fuck not there.

— 9.02.11 09:29 — Kovalchuk acquired from Abramovich
The company “National Media Group” (NMG) has confirmed information about the acquisition of 25% of the shares of the First Channel.
The struggle for the main caliber of shooting the brain of the population ended with the victory of Putin’s friend, Kowalczuk. The platform for the onset of the idea of a bright future on the minds and hearts of so-called voters is fully prepared.
All in place:
Smoke in the Kremlin, heats a chair and entertains with an iPad. Onishchenko with test tube and syringe
Ready to ban everything.
Norgaliev in the posture of all
to police.
Fursenko to teach everyone to love
The homeland.
Barbering all balladers.
and graduates.
Curly on the grandmothers.
He can cure everyone, even those who are healthy.
Buddha in perspective.
Bite in the debate. Kowalski on TV.
Timchenko on oil.
Miller on gas.
Abramovich on a yacht.
Vekselberg on the development of Skolkovo. Cossack at the conquest of Sochi.
Chubby, you fucking understand, something nano.
Khodorkovsky in the area.
Chichvarkin in London.
The economy in the ass.
People in Aachen.
And the rest is beautiful marquise, everything is fine, everything is fine!
c) the buyer.

She: Sweet, am I fat?
He said, “No, you are equal.

Hippy: I’m so much like a bomb journey...
Lock: Why is it?
Hippy: Today on the street a typical hopper approached, asked the type: “Is there a little thing?”", well, I look him in the eyes, and I say no, he changes sharply in sight, looks at the sides and then says: “Can you give?”".

C in the morning was fun: winter, February, the car showed -13C, all in the swarms, ice, that the spikes do not cope, but on the road, virtuously drifting, a cyclist is driving!

XXX: Yes, our headbush is so trembling because of its flowers, ept! Do not open the window or breathe.
Are the flowers expensive?
HH: Yes of course! The anal ficus.
Oh yeah...
Ohhhh... keep quiet! Shut up Zuka!

[21:43:45] <Lucipher> who needs a cataclysm thread? I will scratch

The neighbor's fool broke four holes into the flat. Telek probably hanged... Gaiki on the pitch... I went for the key...
and Nitro

In order to succeed, you need to want less.

In our theater, in the carpenter shop, a master worked by the name Boy.
of Mikhailov. Graduate of art school by specialty
“wood architecture”, master of all hands, a true good wizard.
He could pull anything out of a tree, from a needle to a tower clock.
Cut out on order frames, cartridges, sometimes portraits, scattered
In general, he did a lot for money, and the theater was a kind of "for the soul."
(Lyche nineties, we earned as much as we could)))) Decorations could draw and design around the clock, with it loved to create young directors.
Sometimes I was allowed to drink at work, but... the next morning
All is forgiven by the silent blessing of the director. A man he was calm, educated, knew the price of the word. All new ones
“Forgotten” through him.
Go to the carpenter, there you will meet the boy, he will do everything.
Unintelligent faces met a man with a gray chicken head. He could hold a pause for eternity. The sooner the new man began to speak, the more he made friends later on – this is the law. One “Jasha Boy,” not waiting for “Hello,” stretched a wooden hand out of his pocket, the other met the rain of strawberries with a scream of “Pa-a-Ba-a-m.” When he was accidentally taken out of himself, he stumbled his stumble into a tree and proposed, "You'll get - your truth. But I’m not sure...” Extravagantly!
One day, the Metropolitan Metro came to us. He was untouched and haunted. He considered it a creative freedom and sent women to rehearsals on the case and without. He was presented as a celebrity, but later it turned out that he only helped someone in the Moscow theatre as a second director. We need to teach people skillfulness!
Everyone was looking forward to the decorations.
Somewhere in the office of the director breaks into this figure, something whispers:
You look at! No, you look, and I will look at you!
And it stretches...something like a smoking tube...but instead of a mouthpiece it has...a member!
- Impressed, - twisted this symbiosis, calmly replied the director, - Session
Voyagery is over?
I can’t do that! This is your craftsman! The premiere tomorrow! He is
It is ridiculous!! to
The director called Yasha. He came, stripped his glasses, and quietly sat down, stumbling on the director.
Is it your job, Mikhail?
and AGA. He did not raise his hand to sign, as if he was alive.
No, you can explain to us! And again, there’s a fool, here’s you.
I asked!
Do you remember what you asked?
and yes! Your phone, your mother!
and no. You said, - here the boy bowed his head and stretched out his hand, bass
He declared, “Take me some h&&y to the phone.
It looks like.”
The mask was red and frozen. The director jumped.
- You have not yet seen the decorations of the third act... Tomorrow I wanted to
to show...

From 1 March, the employee of the GIBDD, apparently, will be named as follows: the police inspector of road regulation.
The abbreviation is even scary to imagine.