xxx: From childhood concerns the question - who are the "Leading dog owners"?
xxx: I thought, question from the series - I will grow
XXX: It's already 23 - I never understood

XXX: I have already arrived, swimming. And the cap silenced.
YYY : Why?
XXX: She knew too much.

xxx: she and grandmother drank tea, she constantly urinated the crusts
YYY :?
XXX What? I washed the corks, I say.
YYY: Tell me
xxx: yes fucking, bread crusts in tea macala :D

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YYY: Well... You know, I’m the second one.
No, fucking, you’re the second I to your lenny!

XX: Once, after my then boyfriend bought the first mouse with a wheel, pre-cooking loves became much more pleasant.

Girls at the Motorcycle Forum:

You may be angry because you have small breasts.

Styleness (00:42:55 7/07/2010)
I put the picture where you... naked... on the desk.

Styleness (00:42:55 7/07/2010)
I closed the files with files.

Styleness (00:43:07 7/07/2010)
These are the following: "left" and "right"

HH: I thought more here.
XHHH:Stuff can provide me with a monthly WoW
YYYYYYYYYYY
yyy:A a monthly WoW can provide a lack of speech

Listen to the joke: that week the Xerox broke in the office, stopped burning the toner, gave it to repair. Yesterday I called from the repair and said that someone pushed into the xerox sheet in the file and it melted.
YYY : :D
Very funny, you can imagine how they looked at me in the workshop when I took this Xerox.

XXX: I was caught in the rain (
YYY: You are a loser. Here I senya also wanted to go for a walk, but then I stepped my foot on the nail, and if I did not, I would have fallen under the rain.)
XXX is yes!! You are fucking lucky!! to
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY))

Conversation in chat:

Hello, I am a guy.
YYY: I am not
XXX: Who is there then?
Honestly, I was confused o_o

I have such a strange feeling as if I am the only one who is smart and everyone else is stupid.
You are becoming a woman...

Google is

The xxx:
Help me find French porn.
There is a rainy guy... a beautiful girl on and off the car (peugeot 406), then they enter a garage type room, he binds her to the ceiling with his hands, smelt with oil...

YYYY :
Please in detail. What was next? Did he marry her after that?

and ZZZ:
No, I have not married. He learns that she has a child from some Algerian, all of whom live in the Paris woods. With them live his mother, two brothers and a younger sister, who is pregnant and therefore cannot work. And one of the brothers owes money to the local mafia, because of the fact that the younger brother is a drug addict and in addition to everything lost the card benefit. She must help pay the debt, otherwise he will be killed. The guy fell in love with her. Together, they come up with ways to rob the bank in which he works.
They almost succeeded, but at the last moment the car doesn’t start and he gets to jail.
Ten years later, he, the mother, returns, meets the girl who gave birth to him. A 10-year-old son, he lives in the Paris slums among Algerians. Everyone hates him for his skin color and mocked him. She almost fell asleep and hated everyone. And him too. He takes revenge on everyone... the authorities, Algerians, the mafia... At the end of the film he dies in a shooting, and his son is picked up by a former hired killer.

The night. The Volga Coast. In the starry sky satellites melt. Three loud voices in the dark:
For World Peace and Space Prostitutes!
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
zzz (indignant): Are you against world peace?

I came to practice in the scientific center at the RAN, an introductory tour of the center.
"And here we have special equipment and so on. Soon we will be brought here a super-computer that will be part of the 10 most powerful computers in Russia. We were here at the same conference in the N-institute, there is almost the same in terms of possibilities...they have not been able to come up with a task for him for a year...")))

09:40:06) CROGOT: by the way, will we move or not?
(09:40:12) CREW: on a dumb
(09:41:55) dude_phoenix: will be
(09:42:04) dude_phoenix: and build the highest degree of socialism
(09:42:07) dude_phoenix: and the palace of councils
(09:42:14) dude_phoenix: and free sex
(09:42:18) dude_phoenix: we will beat the
(09:42:27) dude_phoenix: and everyone gets 25 cm
(09:42:35) dude_phoenix: and Aikyu 200
(09:42:38) dude_phoenix: everything will be, saish
(09:42:43) dude_phoenix: you just work)
dude_phoenix: and believe
(09:42:54) dude_phoenix: holy faith

He> let’s sleep
She> and what’s the joke?
He> and you sleep with a man just for the fun?

Telephone for the elderly:

Good thing for a cyclist. And breaking is not a pity and functionality is minimal necessary. I don’t know what the SOS button is.

The SOS button is an automatic call to programmed numbers.

3: + SMS on programmed numbers

4 + the sirene

5 + electric shock

6: + device to find lost glasses

The state benefit is that all citizens pay to the pension fund, but do not live until retirement.

In the early nineties, Peter. I am a student and I live in a community. Once a month from Ukraine comes to me the old comrade Sashko, a graduate of our institute. I let him stay overnight, and he made me feel... Sacha has a serious (at that time) business, he drove from Ukraine to Peter... gold in the form of a shapeless shell – 1.5 kg. He gave this jewelry to a well-known jewel.
Of course, nobody but me knew the details of his business and Sascha was wildly trembling.
One night, he returned to his shelter in horror and said quietly, “I have lost my gold, now hang yourself.”
I found out that he was wearing it in the inner pocket of his jacket, could not pull out. He began to shake him and found out that in the Small Market he was inclined to tie the rope and apparently the rope fell.
But it happened at 7 a.m., and now it is the hour of the night...I say, we went...
We took a taxi, bought a Chinese lighthouse and went to the Sitny Market. It was dark and terrible there, the wind was chasing the garbage on the ground, where Sashko tied the ropes, we found nothing... we walked a little more and in the meters of twenty, I shouted... Sashko, go here, you will not regret...
...You just think about it - the whole day on the market were marchers with margarine and cigarettes, spinning on the ground a chic apartment in the center of Peter (the golden straw was scratched).
...Since I hear that nothing can be corrected, I remember this story and understand that it is very even possible...