Comments on the news about the care of Psaka due to pregnancy:
XXX: Maybe at least it will get smarter and better, finally!
Yyy: It is a pity that neither Kiselev nor Zhirik can get pregnant.

This, if the grandmother runs exclusively on the married out of a sense of revenge to the wives - it is her marriage not taken in time. Complex of Juanita (in the masculine version-Don Juan). The temptation for the fun of their inferiority complex. Psychiatrists know well. Treatment by conversation.

I want to share my naive discoveries in the field of polite treatment of people that I did as I grew up. While you are small and you are studying in school, everything is simple - I "take", and I "take". At the institute there was the first surprise - all lectures unexpectedly appeal to all students at "you". One day it even came to absurdity. Prepod announced the results of an intermediate checkpoint - a bunch of three, several four and only two botans got five. Here, one hopper began to bustle on the topic of "the botanists were more upset, and after a couple I will learn not to stand out from the group." To which the priest suddenly cried out to everyone: “Yes, I am now under the plinth! " Of course, everyone was deceived and humiliated, but I was more surprised by the inconsistency of the treatment of the man with the promise itself. The second time I was surprised when I went to the factory. In the shop, the people categorically did not take the appeal to "you" up to the order of the chief of the shop, although they were "touched", but they did not address by names, but about ancestors - Ivanych, Alekseich, Nikolaich. I was not able to restructure myself in my youth and, despite the repeated permission to 'take it,' I constantly switched to 'you' in my conversations. I was healed by one slicker, who as a result did not withstand and explained in the ordinary maternal form that you do not have to go out in front of people and since you crack equally with everyone on the ears in the shit, then it should be easier for yourself.

The supervisory authorities rub the breasts and let the killing of hostages and a sea of blood on the air. So who are our enemies?

I’m saying that some men become more beautiful with age.
You see what I became, right?
YYY: What was it before?
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With cats, like with girls, I would suffocate the infection, but I love it too much.

On the 23rd, they always give shaving accessories. is angry. The 13th year in this regard was the most productive, I was given 6 bottles of foam, 4 packs of worthless single-use shavers, and one electric. The only difference was her daughter, who gave her a painting. On the 8th of March I will give pads with tampons, hold your fist.

We live in a private house, finally had a normal internet. The router was hanged in the corridor at a height of 3-4 meters to better send the signal.
Our acquisition was immediately interested in our cat Archibald, who can get to him by shelves and cabinets. Now, when the cat wants to eat, it goes to the router and begins to whisper loudly. Once I had to catch the falling router and put it back. Now we are afraid. The phrase “the internet has fallen” has never been so literal.

There are two types of oil in Russia.
These guys are all well known.
c) the record

I apologize for my French.
At five in the morning, I pierce my eyes and realize that I have a pimple. My favourite came yesterday, and yesterday there was a co-worker’s doctor... the last thing I remember, we were driving to the Sosulka cooperative... and she was driving... just a pipet! In spite of the stumbling, I recall the types of executions that can be carried out at home. It is stupid to resist, it deserves.
His favorite singing something under his nose brings a cold beer and asks if I remember what Dimon and I did. The memory shows a cookie, not a mix. I’m trying to figure out when I’ll be dismembered, but I’m in a surprisingly good mood. He squeezed a little to the public in order to split the cause. So, the events of the past: I ate class and Dimka came to me. Having found the unseen I fell on my knees and... persuaded her to take us with Dimka to the unheavy girls! There, having built them in a row, I pulled her out of the car and spent along the line, telling me, the more beautiful she was! I don’t know how it gave birth to my sober brain, but I was forgiven and the congratulations were accepted! Why we didn’t hit the guard is still a mystery. Dymon was crazy, he had enough courage to tell his father that we were driving my girlfriend to the fools on a tour!

And on the subject:
Under the crown of the banana
Castaneda fucking don Juan
It’s not a problem, but never since.
They did not interfere with Solomon.

Steingart recalls that a few years ago in Moscow he was taken by a drunk taxi driver who said he could not feed his family and that he wanted to emigrate to the United States. Steingart advised him to Canada. " In Canada Never ever! I can only live in a superpower,” the taxi driver cried out.

Damn, about bonding to read more interesting than about "high" family relationships.

Listen, do you know this electrician that Vitalik recommends to everyone?
222: No, I just heard it. and what?
111: Well, Vitalik sent a contact. I am eager to turn to an electrician who Vitalik has called "Kostya Dolboep".

It is a pity that there is no chat on e-commerce platforms like Wow, WOT or elsewhere.
It could be written to the other participants of the tender.

5 signs of any disorder:
1st A whistleblower hanging in the phone all night.
Three Two crazy people.
4 is A man who doesn’t understand what he’s doing there.
5 is Meloman, trying to turn on music that only he likes.

Why do I play all the roles at once?

I looked at Leviathan. I don’t understand why the shaker. In Russia, things are much worse.

GOMEZ: International mail addresses are written in Arabic letters and Latin numbers.
Gomez: Oh, that is the opposite.

The news of the day that shocked the world:
Jen Psaki is leaving her job due to pregnancy.

One of the first comments to the news:
How else could it be removed, not the death initiated.
This is a decree, gentle and sweet.

On the television in the criminal chronicle show footage of the assault of a drug addict in the apartment on the third floor.

Screams, noise, the ringing of the broken glass (operatives penetrated through the window), on the floor in a row with a mouth of half a person ten narcissists. A knocked door with noise falls on the floor, a healthy uncle in a armor enters the corridor and with a loud, well-set voice says: "Good evening!"

I wonder if he’s joking or really doesn’t understand that the evening hasn’t been good for a long time?

Jen, tell me, who is the happy father?
I don't know, I'll have to clarify at the office.