Last Hero (09:51:24 1/09/2010)
Today I slept to work with the thought "How good that I don’t want to go to school":(

Conversation on the beach. very hot
It is good for impotents!
Husband was shuffled? O_O
Wife (within a few seconds, pointing with her hand): IM-POD-TENTOM-GOOD-BLA!

What are you going to the universe tomorrow?
Melkor in Ahuya

With VIO on mail:

Q: What does the comedy of N. Gogol Revizor teach?

A: Check the documents.

Shooting
At the hotel, a guy, like an Italian, methyled, looking for a way to get into his room. I found. I saw a sign with the words "O, fucking! This way!" rushed through the corridor
Mermaid
Someone taught him a short but comprehensive course of Russian language.

A hard day officer. Downloaded the movie began to watch, and there the guy shoots with a mobile phone from a computer screen film taken in the cinema. O_O

Yesterday my father tested me for endurance.
I said I was a marshmallow.
I answered who I was born of, who I was like.
XHHH: 5 kilometers behind me with a shotgun ran away.

The President announced the hunt: "... people with higher education should become less...", I am a small slug and I am hiding, Lord, I have a tower ;(

Conversation of father (A) with son (C) 20 years old:
C: The key I found on the shelf didn’t fit into our mailbox.
A: It is sad.
C: So he went to his neighbor.
A: It is good.
C: But there is nothing.
A: It is sad.

I want something sweet and bloody. ;)
The Hematogenic? x )

Discussions on the forum of "virgin" beetles in teenagers.

I was just 20 years old when I started. And I still shave for strength once a week, or two. Not very growing.

This is normal for girls :)

Lensky: When I was a child, my brother Sailor Moon watched.
Is my brother now gay?
Lensky: Brother is now a sailor!

Talk to the grandmother at the entrance:
I am afraid to wake up in the grave. So I decided to cremate myself.
To wake up in the oven means you’re not afraid?

Men for women can be 3 types.
Love, sex is given to him for free and unlimited.
Husband (sponsor), sex to him is dosed depending on the payment.
A friend who does not have sex is used as an emotional wash and a source of free services and gifts.

Summer, early morning, the cent of Peter. There are two well-drunken girls seriously dressed and with makeup...Mars comes out, a man comes out. Crying all over
The streets are not dirty!! We are just drunk!! ?

XXX: the discoveries of berry graffiti in Novgorod proved that ordinary citizens were literate.

YYY: and the absence of copper wires in the layer of that period proves that cellular communication was already used.

She: No, sex should only be for love, and no perversions.
he: the naivety of a girl not ruined by student dormitories

Religion on the one hand believes in miracles and on the other.
It will burn anyone who tries to repeat it.

When I was in the first class, I still dared to go with the older guys on a serious "affair". There was a 30th prison near us.
The “affair” was to throw zecks through seven fences, tea or cigarettes. In response, they threw various boys’ treasures: a plastic watch bracelet with roses inside, a pen with a aunt, an organ glass ring with a skull, and other luxuries of this kind. Sometimes the boys stumbled on the police seats, they were caught, to their parents to work, registered and all in the same spirit. I was scared, but I decided. Gold is deceiving us.
The technology of throwing tea for 100 meters is not complicated: you take my mother’s old shoe, put a pack of tea, hanging shoe, tie a knot, roll up like David and shoot. There are rabbits on the roof and waiting. In a minute, the reverse banderol flies.
They told me to drop first.
Here, I threw my cup onto the zone, my heart beats, I’d get back and run. My rocket flew back. I catch it, I feel something pleasant-heavy and... here’s like mint! We rushed overwhelmed.
When I ran into my yard and realized that I could not get away from the pursuit, I made my best, without looking, to wrap my package in the socks, where the eyes look.
I didn’t get enough, but I was a first class.
In the morning he went out into the yard and headed to the place where he had thrown his treasure yesterday. I stand next to a mighty castan and see, hanging my shirt wrapped on a branch. The height is five meters, but not to climb. The wind rose, the shovel trembled, as if it was about to roll out and fall. I waited an hour and a half. It does not fall. The boys went out into the yard, I didn’t want to reveal my secret on the tree. He left with a heavy heart. The next day, for half a day, he shot a socket from a cornet, even hit a couple of times, but hangs a puddle.
Everyday I wondered what could be there? close to the elbow, not to bite.
Over time, I started to go to the castan not every day... In fifth grade we moved into a new apartment. Many years have passed.
Last year, I came to the city of childhood, came to my old Lviv court. Castan is in place. I stood and looked at my unknown treasure and understood that I felt like the immortal bearer, looking at the barrel in which a duck, an egg, and so on.
The wind rose, the shovel trembled, as if it was about to roll out and fall, but I least wanted it to fall.

Drunk fishermen caught a seaweed at night. In the morning it turned out that it was a summit, and everyone was ashamed.