xxx: As a child, I had a hand-held rat in my baggage compartment (parents didn't like rats, and I really wanted a rat). My mother found her two months later. This is the level of trust. Well, by this point in the room was bitten all the furniture, some scissors, carpet and even some documents. They said fuck with you and bought a cage.)

YYY: They were very harsh with you. Where is the rat?

xxx> You would at least make a website for the new year
xxx> very good
yyy> Well if it’s just bad, then we’ll definitely do it...

Here are five! There are brains, clean toilets.
And we’re all sitting so wise... And figured with him that the toilets are fucked up.
I think many experts are. Until the mum comes and cleans. He will prepare food and wash the cowards.

When she was young and resounding, she began to build a successful career, she also thought that whoever doesn’t move his ass is the loser and himself is to blame for everything. And then rage and clinical depression. Yes, such that the strongest blood pressure was only enough to hardly leave the house in the morning, sit down with vegetables in the office, then come home, chew something and go back to bed. How I was not fired, I don’t know, apparently, for past merits. What a career, what ambitions, would live and not be stupid. After getting out of this hell, she became much less categorical. I advise you. You do not know what a person you have already called a lazy has gone through or is going through.

Zzzz: Fuck how I am stunned by these smokers...
zzz: As they approach the crowd at the stop and start smoking it, that’s normal. And when you rebel against them, their rebelliousness is not limited.
YYY: Let’s relax, they’re just afraid to explode))

Directly about me)

Why do bags appear under the eyes after sleepless nights?

Because your unseen dreams are carefully placed in special bags so that you can see them later.

I am in Europe, namely, I am studying in Vienna for an exchange semester. My friend, also from Russia, is a Chinese neighbor. We take it with us on all sits, walks and so on. Let us start with the fact that this representative of heaven, like most of his compatriots, are not resistant to alcohol, also in addition to their national food, are not ready to eat anything in particular. Well, after three months of communication with me and my friend, this guy could already drink not one glass of wine, but almost a bottle, began to eat the food that is inherent to us, saw snow in the mountains (we pulled him there) and much more. But the apogee was when he, after a feast lasting a whole day, where we were hugged, came to me in a communal, asked my friend to cook him pellet... with mayonnaise... He said that he missed something all day, and could not understand what. After that, we understood that it was now part of the Russian, and he would not become the former Chinese.

I asked my daughter:
“My daughter, here I am invited to date by an interesting young man with a very nice voice. And I am completely in doubt.
The daughter says:
And what doubts?
Well, little about anything. Going out at night with a stranger in his car is a bit lighthearted, don’t you find it?
We sit and think.
Okay, I say, you can go with my car.
Yes, says the daughter. If so, I will call the police.
xxx and here
xxx: My turbulent fantasy began to suggest options for dialogue with the police
My mother took a stranger into the woods.
Yes, he is a police officer.
YYY: History of PPC
I still laugh.

Patriarch Kirill blessed the installation of a lifetime monument to himself. I look forward to seeing him start giving himself up for life.

When I was a child, I wanted to know if Santa existed or not. I think it is all. This is usually done by method:

Okay, say it and...

But I went further at my eight years. My plan was simple: to write out all of my letter to Santa Claus with select mattresses and thus find out if his parents are reading.

My burning ass made it clear that the message was carefully read by the parents, and Santa Claus, therefore, does not exist.

At the age of eight I became a man.

Do you know the bird? You are what? This is the same bird that gives bird milk. That's why her meat is so unfavourable - so many years doy, doy...
And she is also friends with the fish of Shprota and Wobla.

Girls in note. To be loved for your inner world, you will have to dress anyway.

A story of fear.
My driver told me.
When our last one was born, in the 90s, he even slept at night, but sometimes woke up on the "dough", and his wife lacked milk. A little boy wakes up one night and begins to sneeze, his wife wakes me up and asks me to prepare a mixture, feed him until he finally wakes up – then he will sleep further, and we will sleep peacefully for the rest of the night. Fast-soluble mixtures then were still in the wild, it was necessary to boil, then cool... Who remembers will confirm))

I went out to the kitchen, not turning on the light, lighted the gas, stood heating milk. When I hear, it is like a clock whistle on the street at 3 o’clock at night. I quietly pushed off the curtain and looked, and there some unconscious person at the neighbor's wheel from the car turns off. The first thought was to call the neighbor, but I think the phone will ring, he will turn on the light, until he will understand what the demand is, scare this parasite. To scream, or go out, the child will wake up completely, and then until the morning, together with his wife, we will fuck. When I look, I have a tomato ripening on my window, the size of two fists.

He completely opened the fork and threw it in. Targeted, of course, in the head, but from the fortress, on the ballistic trajectory, try to hit from the first time. The tomato fell nearby.

And then it all started like in a slow movie: at 3 o'clock at night, silence, you turn off the wheel at someone else's car - even with the hair on your back listening to the slightest noise, trying even to breathe over time, so that the noise of the inhaled air does not interfere with listening. And then near you is a juicy slice, a splash, - I don't know how to convey the sound of a tomato falling from the third floor.

It had to be seen, or at least try to imagine how I can, I will try to describe.

The man jumps, begins to run, but exactly through the half of his leg, he falls. He quickly rises up, begins to run again, but he is again choked, but already another, the leg, falls. He makes a third attempt to escape, but again falls, and so on the four, quickly, seeds to get out of the courtyard, as if all the demons of hell are chased after him with assemblies. At the corner of the house, in the bushes, he had a bicycle hidden.

He scratches at him, scratches at him, and tries to drive. But the legs and here he is driven, sliding off the pedals, and he falls, tries to drive again, and falls again. As a result, realizing that he is wasting time and he is about to be caught up, he crashed the bike on his back to the corner of the house. Like a small moonboat with a strange antenna on the hill.

What happened to him, whether he stopped stealing wheels, history does not know, the neighbor then "secretly" ordered the wheels. And the child, sucking half a bottle of the mixture, fell asleep until the morning.

Nabiullina explained why it seems to Russians that prices are rising.
We are waiting for further explanations:
Why do Russians think they have a low salary?
How does the illusion of corruption arise in the highest levels of power?
Why do citizens have the impression that their rights and freedoms are compromised?
• What is the mistake of those who think that budget funds are robbed by officials?
What causes the false sense of helplessness and vulnerability of the population in the legal sphere?
Why do the socially unsecured segments of the population surrender that they have been hit by xep?
How can we stop blaming the Putin government for everything and start with ourselves?

This neighbor got to knock on my wall.
YYY: You have a distorted perception of reality.
XXX: What is it?
YYY: You think your neighbor is knocking on your wall, not really.
XXX: Does he not knock?
YYY: No, he is knocking on his wall.

A story adapted to the realities of the Russian village.

My grandfather planted a rainbow. The roof grew too big.
My grandfather pulled the rainbow out of the ground. It pulls and can’t pull.
My grandfather called. The grandmother came, called her granddaughter a suck, and the grandfather an old alkas, and pulled out the reed. The end.

I live shit.
Do you want to say "no"?
HH: I said it all.

The friends! Help me to spread!!! to
Today is 23.12. 2017 on the track from Perm in the direction of Kungur goes a young man of a stinking appearance (the long-distance drivers isolated as they could). His name is Andrew. He really needs help! Take at least a short interval of his long road, if possible, feed. He returns home to Krasnoyarsk. It has been 11 days on the road. My husband drove him only a few kilometers, then the roads split, but all the way cried himself that he did not give his gloves. Andrei worked on construction at the border with Belarus. The employer did not pay them, the brigade broke up. In order not to bombard, Andrew moved to his homeland. Road through the whole country. Worst at night, when cars are rarely taken, and in the road cafes he is not allowed to rest (there is no money, and the appearance is unrepresentable). He is very educated, correct, and does not smell bad from him (this is for those who cheat).
New year soon! Do a good deed! Send Andrew or spread this post. The good bumerang will come back to you!!! to
P.S It was lunch, maybe the kangaroo had already passed.
Please be anonymous!

and anapest

> I’ve been working with "smartphone" for three years.

Why are you writing so rhythmically?

I’ve been working with "smartphone" for three years.
He changed the fourth.
One day in the dirty weather.
I dropped him into the well.

Points - Our Everything

>> You work out without weekends and holidays, while wearing blackmailed clothes, using outdated equipment. Even lunch is probably taken from home in a bowl, or coffee is expensive.

The argument is just brilliant!
If work is fun, you can do it without a weekend. Not in the spacecraft.
"Drained clothes" is not a rubbish from washing, but just decent and inexpensive clothing.
"Old technology" – what’s wrong with it? Do you need to change the refrigerator every six months? Did not know...
Lunch from home is often more delicious than in a cafe, where it is not known what and what date is cooked. And too expensive, yes. Portions are smaller.