SeRgio: MiXa, well, I became a manager, I work in a large company
MiXa: SeRgio, good, and I am an accountant! ))
Diane, who are you?
MeDveD: SeRgio, MiXa, how do you tell me?

The man who feeds the cat with oatmeal.

Cook him oatmeal on chicken or fish broth - what he likes more. Or mix with baby meat pudding from pots.
Sadly an animal. You torment completely.

As practice shows, the most sensitive areas of the female body are not detected by the lover, but by the epilator.

ctype: I copy-paste a piece of text, well very large (screen 20) and then I insert it into the console and this piece starts to insert first quickly and then the speed drops somewhere to 30-40 characters per second, is it somehow treated?
Obvious: I just wonder, and why do you do this?
Obvious: something like "I tried to swallow a baton of sausages whole, the first 10 cm of nicho, and the rest slowly"

Learn to admire! My daddy has a beard and a sweater. At the same time, the wife is able to cook, and has nothing against Zaporozhye in the apartment and even the child from somewhere they got. If he had a cat...

Nadia: I am busy.
I understand, not stupid.

Sorry, but this is for a couple who treated a cat with oatmeal. Was it not the fate of Valerian to drop in the cough? He would have eaten himself, while he would have also roasted and asked for supplements. The real case - in the village, a veterinarian argued with a neighbor - poured his roof with this same grain, cats from all over the district in three days ate the whole ruberoid.

It is not a disaster when there is no population growth, but a disaster when the number of people is decreasing and the number of human-like is growing.! to

I wonder – is it genetic, or is it acquired over the years? I think that over the years, because after my parents I have never noticed anything like this. And here I am – yes, hundred percent, well, the same, the dumb one, tonight turned out.

He had already fallen asleep, and some of his tenth dream saw, as he suddenly remembered that the garbage tank did not roll out to the road, and tomorrow morning its garbage collectors had to clean. So, not waking up, and rushing into the garage, - to perform the household duties.

He went into the garage and pushed the door behind him. I pushed it so slightly, so gently... I even had time to look back to see how this door makes a gentle “chok” around the lock well. Here I finally woke up and found out that I was standing in the middle of the garage in some trousers and shorts. There is nothing else with him, neither the phone nor the keys. Roja is not shaved, indeed, but I can’t open the locked doors. And the assembly is full - the door opens from the house to the garage, and backwards - x... does not open, in general.

No, of course, I did not become a prisoner of the castle of Iff – no problem to get out on the street, but back to the house – FIG. In the summer, I might not care, I would fall on the lawn to crack until morning. It’s not summer, it’s mid-October and it’s raining. And 7 degrees of heat on board... behind the garage, that is.

I first thought of sleeping in the car, so that in the morning to wait - hell there, both cars were locked, the number did not pass. In despair, the cat's house smoked, it is in our garage for the case. He pulled the cloth from him, threw it on the floor, began to adjust. My mother had time to whip five times during this time - what was difficult for her to give birth to me with a liliput?
If I were small, I would be wrapped in these pieces now, and sleep like a baby in a cushion....In general, I put the pieces of straw under my ass and on my head for half an hour, then I realized that I would die on the concrete floor until the morning, and that it was time for me to give up.

I pushed my nose out, it rained. I was around, and on the outside it was a nightmare. There is nothing to do anyway, jumped out in the rain, and straight to the front door of our house, to ring. At fifteen minutes before the door of Jigu-Jigu danced – neither wife nor son woke up.

And what to do next? The neighbors knocking? Fuck him, why not?
- in the extreme case, let the police call, it will be warmer in the area, and in the morning my wife will take it from there.

So, in cowards, and ran to the nearest house, and let him get into it. I don't know if there was an effect - at some point it seemed to me that the light there in the window lit up, but somehow it immediately went out. Now I understand, if I had been dressed, maybe they would have called the police, and so, seeing the naked fool under the door, they just locked up stronger, away from sin.

It is cold for me!! For heating I ran through the street, and swallowed a little, maybe someone will respond? I have responded, ahah! Someone’s dog followed me and went to sleep.

He moved back into the garage. I look around, suddenly I realize that there are two layer stairs hanging on the wall. The last chance! He ran out again – exactly, on the third floor the window is open. Good luck to you, A! Like a fool, I catch the ladder smaller, and in my wet trousers I run back under the rain. I set up a staircase to the window, the meter two is not reached.
“Figny,” like a fool, I think, “I’ll run...” And rushed up from the top...

Did any of you run on a wet roof? I didn’t do it before, but I ran here. And he ran so well, a little to not reach the window. Unfortunately, it doesn’t count a little, I couldn’t catch up... And, slowly, slowly, and then faster and faster, I rolled down.
As the Caracattis twisted, he had just gotten his hands and these dusty wet cowboys for everything. And then I grabbed the ladder, so I turned around with her. While he was flying, he hoped that the neighbors would fall into the window, maybe, at least then the police will be called... Someone, on a tree... struck, and in a bush slopes. I am a ninja born, without any noise.
No infection worried me.

I decided, I will die. It was the brain I decided, and my legs took me back into the garage. And then on a full machine, I pulled out a large staircase from the garage, attached it to the window, got there, broke the grid from the moss, and into the window, I am already half-dead.

I don’t think of anything anymore, only I feel that the warmth around me is finally out of the room. And suddenly I hear: “File, folder! “You are the best Indian!”
Half winding up from the window, I open my eyes – in front of me my seven-year-old son. And the lights of him glow:

“I,” he says, “have seen it all! You’ve played so well with the Indians, take me with you tomorrow, PLEASE! I want to be as cool as you!”

Yesterday in the broadcast "Good night, baby" the puppet manager accidentally struck his head on the table.
Children have never heard of such wishes.

I want to take my fingers away from all the debils that regulate the location of text in documents with excessive gaps!

See what the ingredients are:
1st by Martini.
2nd The vodka.
Three The Rom.
4 is and whiskey.
5 is and cognac.
6 is The Juice.

What can be mixed with?

Yyy: We throw out the naked juice - the rest we hinder

The Route.
Driver (before the stop): There is a stop (meaning someone leaves)
Scream from the salon: No, sleep!! to

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YYY: About the black XZ, but in the white I put =)

Mia: I couldn’t stand up. This is a gorgeous brunette with green eyes. The electricity has one shortcoming.
Mia is married?
Aliasska is a programmer.

Mithya (13.08.21):
There will be no winter, or Medvedev will fall asleep! and ROFL

From the news:
In the past year, 404 people were missing.

Dressed like a short dress with socks for work. I run through the office of all kinds of papers I sign and suddenly I notice that all this time a colleague (male) is watching me. Well I decided to ask, "What do you look at, have you never seen short shirts?". He stood down on a chair and so thoughtfully said, “And you’re running your legs!”
Isn’t he a fool?! to

Daddy burned) looks at mean, guoorite - you are painted again, you look like a prostitute...
I – no, it doesn’t look like it!
I think I know better about the prostitutes.

A: Hi, I am 23, I look good, I love to obey, do cunnilingus, dress in female underwear,
I want to be your sex slave, I will fulfill all your wishes, from golden rain to bdsm, you can check me by webcam,
Please write, you will not regret!! to
B: Can you come and quietly wash the floor and windows in your clothes and then leave?
A. Will you let me polish your cheek for that?
I don’t have a cat, sorry. I can get a cat from my friend.
Will you lick the cat? He has the truth.