Has yours arrived?
He walks into the entrance, breathes deeply and says, “Here you smell.
WOW: I was warned.
WOW: for the second week at my entrance I do not feel anything but the smell of urine and garbage

Correspondence of a guy(s) with a girlfriend(s)
I want to sleep and eat and have sex.
Tomorrow I’ll go to a concert with you and you’ll catch a guy there.
I don’t think there will be anyone there who can excite me.
Guy: It’s you now that you’ve so subtly destroyed my whole self-esteem.

I am sick, I sit at work (like hundreds of normal administrators):

<ykill> Admin and after death must come to work
<hatarisu> until the smell begins to confuse others

The Importance of Small Business:
But the man who won the most was the man who placed a tir near the building of the tax office.

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I go to Academy.

1 (13:54:43 10/03/2011)
I walk by the boys.

1 (13:56:15 10/03/2011)
I hear the conversation "I want to meet her! You are what? It doesn’t fit in your class. She is a paladin and you are a necromant!"

How is your stomach?
YYY: I don’t know
XXX: What do I mean?
YYY: I didn’t ask him.
xxx ask me
yyy: asked
YYY: He has something unclear bursting

The man is a paradoxical detail of the world order: it is easier to bring to the ZAGS than to crazy. © Copyright: Evdokia Dozorna, 2011

The counting
My childhood friend Edik served in Hungary. Special Forces of GRU.
What he just didn’t tell me, and most importantly, he showed me.

Here is a small illustration of the harsh but very effective special forces pedagogy:
Training company, a month from the start of service.
3:00 AM – Team: “Rota up! “Alarm!”
Within a minute, the hundred people who finally woke up with all their treasure are already standing on the square, ready to conquer the sleepy Europe.
Each fighter was a hanging warehouse on his legs: weapons, ammunition, baggage, OZK, armoured vest, etc. and so on.
Everyone knows that now there will be a march-throw such a length that it is boring to go on the bus... and here running and about the same speed...

The Roth:
Comrades soldiers, I’ll bring you two good news and both good news.
First news: there are not such idiots sitting in the NATO bloc to attack
Our courageous company, and therefore today's alarm is educational.
Second, since we have not been attacked yet, you and I have a great opportunity to train in this beautiful, lunar night. 30 km there and if you behave well - the same way back.
Yes, here is another thing, soldiers, rumors have reached me that some trickers are removing armor plates from their vests to ease their lives by half a kilo.
I hope you understand what will happen if you find yourself without these plates in a real battle?
The Rota:
Taaak Taaak Taaak!! to
The Captain:
There are such puzzles among you!? to
The Rota:
Nanna does not eat!! to
The Captain:
- I, of course, will not check and touch everyone, you adults,
I believe it, but it is interesting.
Get rid of those who removed the plates from the armor! I will punish, but not very much.
No one went out.
The Roth:
No, there is no court. Rate the company! and calm! Give up! In one
The Sherlock becomes!
The captain slowly, with taste, pulled out the pistol, turned the curtain and from ten meters, leading the trunk from side to side, began to target the soldier at the level of the chest.
Everyone had a quiet panic, the fighters knew that the murderer took the weapon in his hands, only in two cases: either to shoot, or to clean.
The Roth:
Two firefighters ran away and pressed a button!!!! to
The echo of the gun shot was reflected from the barracks and the headquarters.
The younger sergeant fell like a beaten-up.
The Roth:
- But now we will know: if he has plates in place, then he is alive, and
If he lied, then he undermined the company’s combat readiness.
The boy stumbled on his cheeks, as if he stumbled. He got up from the asphalt, holding his chest.
The rotty broke him a "brone", pulled out a plate with a "ship" and a splintered bullet:
Just be equal! and calm! I repeat my question: maybe somebody
Removed the plates? I know a lot of children’s counts.

There was a man out of 10...
Rothny: Oh, and here are the sanitarians, who in turn will drag on the bearings of our “injured” sergeant... and when I return to the part, I will punish everyone.
The Rota! Follow me, go on march!

The main "bourgeois" secret that the old servants kept from the youth is that the younger sergeant in his vest had a bullet-spotted titanium plate, which was passed from generation to generation, and the captain fired with an empty cartridge.
But none of the “young” even in a terrible dream no longer had the desire to “easy” his life for half a kilo.

Someone knows why the pieces that just stand up, after washing down, and those that are a little big, fucking, are scattered?!?! to

<jein> and who are you working for?
<dema> I am a glasses with a beard and a sweater. Does this say anything to you? and ;-)
<jein> mmmmmm.... geologist? Or a tourist?
<dema> listen, you are exactly 1987 year of birth???? to

From the automotive forum: xxx: People, tell me! stitched off the road, sneezed in the snow.
Zzzz: What did you eat before that?
Zzzz: I would have had that smell after that too.
Vvv: There is a smell, that is, the instinct of self-preservation remains.
zzz: Worse, when it struck off the road, and there is no smell.
Vvv: Worse if it didn’t go, and there is a smell.
Go to the Dermatologist!
It smells of socks!
YYY: Every man targets his place.
Zzz: And everyone, as they know - who has socks, who has socks...
Qqq: Yes, you calm down!You, when the boxer accidentally crushed the nest of the wild Gagara, after which the egg spread over the wheel, and the smell penetrated to you in the salon.
It smells of unburnt gasoline.
Vvv: No, it burned the eggs of the wild Gagara.
YYY: And the Gagars will also stumble.They, the Gagars, are unavailable to enjoy the battle of life: the thunder of the strikes scares them.
The smell of dried eggs - transmission!
Yyy: Who has the transmission, and who has the eggs of the wild Gagar!

Putin has proposed to Biden to establish a visa-free regime between Russia and the United States.
by Yuri (19:24)
A real visa-free regime will be established... hero that will be

Arsenic at 19:25:
Do not establish

Arsenic at 19:25:
And so, the shit of America will be, on every fence a fox will be written.

Yuri the Lesser (19:25)
They will say that H.W.J. This is Russian U.S.A.

A couple of paintings today:
(Little classroom, all stuck with molbers, there is nowhere to go; the door opens, 6 Chinese students appear in the door)

People in the audience: There are no places, you will not fit.
Chinese: Well, they all entered China somehow.

(After everyone came in and settled apart it became even more spacious. A smart Chinese trick?

I walk around a woman with a small.
The woman speaks on the phone. "Yes, we will be there soon. We pay and come. It is like a turtle!"
Small in response "not a chipacha, but a plincese!

I came with a piece of paper, here is the account for 2 winchesters of 2 terabytes. The account sent.
Call: "Thank you, I received the winchester bill, and where is the account for two terabytes or are they in the set?"

I take the bus in the morning.
At the next stop, a man runs away from the neighboring building. Only he entered the bus, from the same building with the same speed leaves the second. He also got on the bus.
When the third one emerged from the same building and stepped into the bus, the thought broke out: "respaun!"

Well, mommy, well...who is in a bottle with the inscription "Children’s негазированная вода" poured pure alcohol???!!! to

Advertising of a movie in the subway. In big letters, the slogan: "Can a babnik fall in love with a beautiful woman?"
by Ayebal! and OMG! This is fucking intrigue!
"Can the Pidora love the wretch?This is what I understand!"

Good morning! Alexey, a huge request to install the eye program in the triangle on Ivanova's computer

I was born in a shirt.
It is a pity that it is not humble.