I am not cheating on my husband.
Yyy: Yes, it’s fine to swallow)))))))))))))))
I’m going to fuck you 😉
YYY: I love you

I remember a friend at the Spider-Man 2 premiere. In the children’s room with their moms and dads sits immeasurably. Just extinguish the light like a friend very loudly, so that everyone can hear, he says: SPIDER MAN! I did not expect such a reaction of the kids)) Paul Hall choir just outraged: YOU ARE WHAT!
I was hysterical after that.

bewreks: I don't know how you, and I, as a child, when I saw an advertisement about lost keys, wondered why people don't write the address of the apartment on the keys. Anyone who finds them can bring them straight to the house.)

xxx is married?
Yyy: Married to a husband who is married to a husband’s wife!

On the film search community:
I'm looking for a movie about animals: I've watched this movie terribly long ago, memories from childhood, not too bright... A movie of C\'B, but not an arthouse... Maybe old just very... With elements of horror, but there were very funny places. The plot, as I remember it, was this: Some very clever man with such a little guy, like a teenager, live in an apartment. They bring a dog out of the street. They have a lot of animals in the apartment, a cat and an owl (I remember about her that she may have been a robot). Then the doctor transplants something into the dog’s head, and it begins to stretch... And then it becomes a small, very terrible human being. A man breaks a frog and wants to kill a cat, but the cat scratches it, and the human gets locked in the bathroom. Then he grows up and is taken to something like a circus, where everyone sits around him in the arena, and he begins to play ballayka and sing, and from this the crowd begins to turmoil. Still, as if there are all sorts of communist workers in the second plan of the film, but they laugh in the film. They always sing the same song, very sad. So the film was probably not filmed in Russia, although I remember it was Russian. Maybe ROA, but then it would not be shown on TV, it was still the 90s... Help as you can!

What is the name of the dog?
Annie: I am sick!
Tagged with: Totoska
and Annie : )

I was not able to withstand my first diamond, given by a man, scratched on the mirror an inappropriate word

I’ll jump out the window...
YYY: And what happened?
The younger brother comes in and asks him to draw an elephant. I say: "I am busy, I do lessons", he says: "what do you do?", " lessons...", "what??", "what shit!" runs the shirt into the hall screaming "Mom! Anya can’t, she’s in her room!"and we have 20 guests sitting...
Wait, I’ll bring the rope.

A woman is different from a man in beauty and logic.

Bailey Radio
Female Happiness
With analogous computing machines we have only encountered twice in all the time of training. The first time, of course, at the military department, where two years intensively studied the S-75 anti-aircraft missile system, which, in essence, was a large analogue computer, sharpened to solve a narrow range of tasks. We understood a profound theory in the discipline with the beautiful name "Radioautomatics". And although this beauty lasted only a year, impressions from it were no less than from the "war".

Maybe over time everything is seen in a more pink light, but, first, the "war" was only once a week, secondly, all the accounts and exams on it were passed from the first time, and, thirdly, it was somehow unusual to decide on the military department of the system of differential equations of the sixth order.

Radio automation was conducted by Professor N, a teacher of an old formation, and rightly demanded from us a profound knowledge of his subject.
He began to work on his theme in Stalin's time, and by the time of our training he was such a matte man, that he was able to use a sheet of paper, pen and logarithmic line to launch into space any multi-stage rocket, well, that is, to describe its mathematical model. For us, the logarithmic line was clearly not in our hands, however, like all multi-speed calculations, even with a calculator and other digital devices.

The outcome of all our torments on this malicious radio automation was the counting at the winter session and the examination in the summer. This winter we received the first baptism – the professor cut them all relentlessly. Running forward, I will say that I myself counted from the fourth time, and I was in the golden middle, the record was
- six re-events, when the head of the school personally instructed the respected professor to remember his youth and to treat students more humbly.

And from the first time we gave only three people - two of our distinguished, they would also learn Chinese if it went into account, and Marinka is the only girl for the entire group of 30 people. Although she was a little overwhelmed by our male attention, she was a fairly sensible and adequate girl. She gave up one of the last, when the rest of the group walked under the audience door, tracking the next victim of the professor and the methods of execution. The professor waved Marinka as relentlessly as everyone else, eventually putting "neud" in the counter and tiredly summarized:
- You know, lady, there are two prospects for radio fak students - go.
in science or production. Women are hard at work, so
You have two options: either go to science or get married. in science
You have nothing to do, you are married. I wish you good luck, the professor said.
See also Marinka.

Marinka persistently suppressed her emotions, yet the layer of cosmetics on the face does not contribute to tears, and headed to the exit.
The professor turned after me. Give me a note.
Marina returned and extended the count. The professor cried out “neud” and brought out “ud”.
- Your legs are crooked, you will not get married soon, - he summed up.

In the corridor, Marinka was hysterical:
The old pen! He did not like my feet. I have a wedding in a month.
The rest of her emotions with refrain repeated these simple thoughts.
After patiently listening to all the tirades, our oldest Roma summed up:
“You, that’s, Marinka, glad you’ve given the account. The engagement ring.
Do not wear, you have another six months to suffer, and in the summer the exam.

A mother asks her little son:
Who ate all the candy?
The Son:
of home.
Because of the oven:
Not a %d!

One of our idols has arrived. A dose meter on the table and stands, looks. O_O
Are you looking for artifacts?
- No... I look at where the infection on the photo drums in the printers breaks through the points... Only you do not say this, or there will be panic...
and yes? Hm The People! Here is the search for who was poured into the radioactive toner catrice. Please help Stalker! >_<

He: You are using me!
She: Yes
He: You don’t love me at all!
She: Can you stop saying obvious things?

XXX is
A new resource will soon appear - Yandex Fighting

XXX is
Today 6 battle points, it is possible to go to the center normally

XXX is
With a mantra.

I stand in a row in the store...passes a fragment of the phrase cashier
-"And now no one is licking his peelings"
I say :
I do, I have a profession.
And yes?? Who are you working for?
I am Sisodmin.
(Judging by the expression of people’s faces and whisper at the end of the turn, the humour understood the current one person(()

About the Ukrainian language:
Legendary phrase from Terminator "I'l by back" from the easy hand of the Ukrainian translator turned into "Buddha tuta I will turn"

he and she after a violent sex in the bed, on which a cat runs / plays.
She (laughing) - bonia, oh and nails at you, you need to squeeze up.
How often do I want to tell you exactly the same phrase?

3 days ago, a man called my door, asked at what time no one is in the apartment, he does repairs and does not want to interfere with anyone, so he interrogates the neighbors.
I stressed, in any case said the opposite (little, the apartment want to steal).
So, he’s been doing repairs for two days at the time I told him. It doesn’t bother me, but I really respect this man!

Every time I read posts such as “President Dmitry Medvedev wrote in his blog/microblog..." for some reason it immediately seems that Dmitry Anatolich comes home, takes off his suit, wears sports pants with stretched knees and a colored T-shirt, t-shirts. Cuts a computer, drives a cat off the keyboard, makes a tea or opens a bottle of the Baltics (we support the domestic manufacturer!). Checks mail and news from friends in social networks, reads a friend in ZŽ, stones, sometimes applies to a cup of tea / bottle of the Baltic. All such home. And the wife cries out of the kitchen: "Dimma, go to dinner, the borscht will shrink!"

I have an inflamed imagination...

Q: dear.. you are just unrealistic chic creation such a little hairy and cute ready to destroy and conquer the whole world)))

I look like a gremlin)))