Almeca* (00:17:53 24/06/2010)
What is your practice?

sscrew (00:19:06 24/06/2010)
Find a signature, find a signature.

Do you know what my article was called?
xxx: Distribution of hot holes in Germany.
YYY: Is this related to the German porn industry?

xxx my cat
XXX: The Cheese of the Spiral
XXX: The Cake
Then I came and drank it all with my tea.

HOPE: Do you have cranes?
The Devil’s Ass. When the muscles are strained
Hope is a romance :(

I will be given a diploma on Friday, and from a small and naive student I will become a qualified and unnecessary specialist.

I will be fired soon.
YYY: What is it?? to
xxx: Today there was a big meeting, we gathered all the employees and the board of directors talked about our future, about the development of the company... In particular, the issue touched the staff... in particular, they talked about the fact that people dedicated to the company and willing to develop it will be left and encouraged, and people who are dumb, who are going to work dumb, will clean up... And it would be nothing if it was today I would not come in a T-shirt c Bender and the inscription "kill all humans"))

XXX: He left the house. He wore his headphones, and so gently walked along the road to the stop.
xxx: I saw the necessary bus on the lighthouse before the stop and decided to get on it (run 300 meters).
I run so well, right, I breathe right. Even somehow I admire how I do everything right and I succeed in everything. I listen to music...
XXX is here.
xxx: And the mints followed me... They decided to catch me, apparently for the case.
XX: They laid me down in the grass, in the wet grass. Broke the hand.
XXX: I was really crazy then. I thought what the mom would say.
XXX: But it all happened - they looked at the stunt, apologized and let go.
That’s why I went home and didn’t come to the exam. I’m sitting with one hand, listening to music.

‎(04.06.2010 14:21):
today saw a girl on the bag of which was written "SkyExpress" and below "do not suck - fly"

Anastasia (17:28:40 23/06/2010)
Pay taxes
Husband (17:28:50 23/06/2010)
OK is
Anastasia (17:29:04 23/06/2010)
Call to Mom
Husband (17:31:29 23/06/2010)
OK is
Anastasia (17:32:07 23/06/2010)
Take Xia from the garden.
Husband (17:34:32 23/06/2010)
OK is
Anastasia (17:34:49 23/06/2010)
Buy a car
Husband (17:35:43 23/06/2010)
and :)
Anastasia (17:36:33 23/06/2010)
This infection

by GULUM:
What kind of stuff, dofig work, everyone pulls, I get nervous, angry and start to want sex very much?

by Gusela:
hihi

by Gusela:
MDA

by Gusela:
The body wants relaxation.

by GULUM:
Well, yes, the brain is already fucking, and the body is hurt, on the go.

And I also know how to swing.
And the cross?
I know how to cross.

Information, depending on the volume, is measured in kilograms, meters or hectares. There were some bits with bytes before, but these are obsolete concepts.

and CAC2S:
He is a fool at all! I have understood this for a long time... since he sent me the key for the 2007 office in the file *.docx

*Discussion of empty body ball heating, long trade*
...
XX: Consider the ideal conditions - the ball is in the vacuum.
YYY: A spherical ball in the vacuum? Give me two!
Zzzz: We know you! One you break, the other you lose.

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How do I get rid of him so that I don’t show that I’m stupid?

xxxxxxxxxxx:
The girls used to breastfeed.

xxxxxxxxxxx:
Children with dignity.

WOW :
All the balls on the eggs.

xxxxxxxxxxx:
The age of gender equality.

If the salary reflected the employee’s real labor contribution, the increase in the position would result in a reduction in the salary.

In pursuit of stories, about the hidden physical resources of the body, manifested by our fellow citizens in extreme situations. Matta will not be, but children and weak nerves are better not to read.

In one of the universities worked a pro-rector (seems to be on educational work).
He was a beast. Not so, but this is the beast. Innocent student punishments such as preference, beer and even smoking throughout the institute, including charges, were immediately deducted. He was principled to impossibility.

And here is the painting of the oil: the furthest forgotten by all and only half-populated wing of mercy. In winter, it is cold, going down from the tenth floor to the street to smoke and then climbing back when the elevator is not working is obviously lazy. In addition, the evening... the session... everyone has a lot of work... Yes and, see. above, the furthest wing of communion. In the corner near the toilet smoke two students-three-year-old (miracle not counted, although there is a lot for what) and a miniature student-excellent (ah, the heroine of history is she), the only sin of which was that she became addicted to smoking, and then only in the fourth grade. Next to the toilet was the exit to the balcony of the former fire ladder, which in time lost its functions and the door there was reliably locked, so that the students, tired of the process of gaining knowledge, accidentally did not confuse the door and did not go out on the shallow and narrow balcony with perils that do not reach the belt even the aforementioned extremely small student.

And then happens what should have happened. The law of deceit. In the corridor there are approaching steps and voices, one of which unmistakably recognizes the terrible pro-rector, who visited this floor for the last time, probably never. No where to run. The smell of smoke he could feel anyway, because his smell was excellent. Toilet - an impasse, how much can you sit in the siege in this sanitary fortress? Exactly until the commander comes with the key.

The only rescue is a locked door to the fire balcony. Two pretty strong students, once even defending the honor of the university at competitions in various sports, try to open the door, pulling it on themselves, the pen is long with a large wooden pad and allows both to get stuck (yes, this is such a violation of fire safety, the door was torn inside).

The student-excellent helplessly jumps around the sculptural group "Two Bugs and a Door" and only puzzles, imagining the futility of her four-year efforts on the ground of study and the further career of a seller in the retail market. It is in the best case. Other ways of earning for foreign girls bring her to complete horror.

Steps are getting closer. The student makes a compressed scream, similar to "Banzai!", pushes back her classmates from the door and with one light movement breaks off a pen from her. The sound of two falling jawbones, secondary confusion. Under the wooden tapestry there is a narrow cross-sectional gap in the door itself in the place of the handle, and, brought to a state of affection, the girl pushes her thin hands into that gap and after a second the door falls and opens like a shark falls, damaged by a couple of dozens of nails with which she was attached to the perimeter to the door.

Not dull, all three studios find themselves on a narrow balcony and cover the door behind them. By the way, winter, strong winds, the tenth floor and, I mentioned above, dirty fences.
However, the problem is not yet fully resolved. The open fire door cannot but cause questions to the pro-rector. But how can it be closed when there are a lot of nails on the edge, obviously not wanting to return to the holes on the roof that are intended for them? All efforts are futile.
The poor girl hears the voice of the pro-rector already very close, behind the door, and the state of sacred trance, when she could turn the mountains, is replaced in her hysteria of incredible force. Her classmates talk about grabbing her and all three barely balance on a narrow balcony. The poor girl is shaken and she no longer sees the fainting face of the pro-rector, who opened the door and astonished looking at the new elemental sculpture group.
The barbarians of Atilla capture the resistant vestal.

"What?..." - only a solid scientist man could squeeze, dragging all three back inside.

Adrenaline (or something else produced in the human blood in similar situations) works wonders. One of the two trio students, permanently floating at the exam and being not seven feet at all in the forehead, demonstrates the wonders of ingenuity:
“The Four,” he said.
“What... Again the pro-rector shoots out of himself, but with a terrible voice.
“She got the fourth,” the student immediately reacted, “she is going to the red diploma. Here are four. I decided to commit suicide. to jump.
They caught. One second and that’s all.”

The look of the hysterical girl perfectly matched the explanation. The cigarette smoke in the air clearly went to the tenth plan, if ever noticed.

Furthermore, nothing surprising: an ambulance and a reassuring for the girl, hovering at the open doors of the former fire balcony, an educational and praiseful conversation with both students-displaced (well, the pro-rector, a man of the old school, could not leave this all without an educational moment, while clear distrust in his eyes was read)

P.S No one checked the girl's account for the assessment.

P.S to P.S No one was removed.

by P.P.S. Subsequently, almost no one believed the story of breaking the door with the hands of a fragile girl, including the main heroine, who could not remember anything at all. Those moments were simply wiped out of her memory.

The P.P.P.S. The door became a local attraction, and everyone to whom the story was told must go and try to repeat the student's feat. However, after fruitless efforts, he waved his hand and said with Savel Kramerov’s voice: “Lying...”

Looking at the game of the national team of France - you begin to understand what the "Year of Russia in France" is.

Comment from Habr on the article "USA begins the fight against Internet piracy ":
Americans found oil on the internet.