A colleague went to sleep after lunch with the words: "I will go to the table and breathe...".)

In one of the operations, the brave guys needed some password from the Russian defense minister, as a result of which they hacked his computer and went into files in search of a compromise. From the list of files I had a hysteria (orthography saved):
Love in the bathroom
in mood
The Nest of Love
Packaging laundry
Hals and Comodo
Talk of pillow
White in T-shirt
Bullets up
The bathroom
Family Room
Bathing bubble
Shorts of Love
Simply
But it seemed to have been very little. The wanted compromise they found in a folder with three videos, each of which weighed 1kb, with the names: sex, love, women :DD

xxx is anywhere)
YYY: Katko is cheap.

I saw a picture in the group: a girl is sitting, her feet have a heart drawn and it is written: "You will move and there will be no love". And what do you think), below the first comment from another girl:>"You can get up on your knees without moving :)"

I lie. I almost sleep. Call on mobile. A friend like that, all excited:
"Is there a handcuff and paper?"
"Well, I will find..."
"I need to urgently write down two new words that I have invented. I have forgotten!"
"Well, dictate..."
"Take care of it!"
38 years of foolishness.
Deuce

Great comment from the blog:
"I don’t know how with the goldfish, but what about the A.S. That’s not a fairy tale, Tracey is a fact. For example, Elisha finds his bride in a crystal tomb in a cave. It hangs there the first day. And what does this hallucinating soldier do? Crush the tomb and let the unfresh body of your girlfriend go straight on a bit of glass. Stephen King is just a village guy next door.

Since I joined the Anonymous Alcoholics Society, I have been forced to drink under a pseudonym.

There are a lot of other ways that you can kill time, - glue a plastic model of the T-34, chat on the internet forum, sewing a cross. In general, everything that occupies the fingers, but does not require even a minimum of brain work. (c) S. Lukyanenko "Chernovik"

Nick Hardy: Yes guys. I see in you again the victory of the forces of light over the forces of reason.

I have a tax. I think the tax has a very unthinked design. Since if the tax is cold, he begins to sneeze, as a result of which he constantly beats his nose on the floor.
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When Taxa wants a trahatsu (male) - not able to walk at all!

The factory is at the entrance. Find out who came and left. at the end of the month, the staff department will inform who to punish for early care or delay.
On Friday, the men went to work. One distinguished man decided that he would be set on fire on the pass, and decided to go through the window. has gone. On Monday, he was late and the shop chief did not give a pitch, he decided to go back through the same window.
So little that was not burned, even premiated for recycling.

Is your stomach okay today?
B: No, Bobrov has already drank...
A: Did he drink? Which bobs?
B: A capsule with small beetles, they build a hammer in their ass.

Added to:
zavtra_v_sadu: They say that you can be purified through suffering.
Can potatoes be cleaned in this way?
If so, how do you make potatoes suffer?

Does the potato have the self-consciousness to understand suffering as a method of purification?

The acquaintance, out of curiosity, shot in the nose with a pneumatic gun. as a result of 4 operations, alive, but the bullet remains inside the skull, it seems...
111: Evolution in action

boy(21:46:58 13/09/2009)
I have a lot of fungi.
Come, I’ll burn them with something!

girl(21:51:08 13/09/2009)
Did the socks under the bed have a harvest?

How did Gagarin guess that it was necessary to fly on the day of spaceflight?
YYY: ROFL

Spam in contact surprised: even worse, even cheaper! The new Lada.

My favorite programmer. I congratulate you on the holiday!
No matter how you get me out of bed without me, I have to finish", and the praise that I don’t understand a word when you tell how your day went on at work, I’m just a crazyly happy wife of a programmer!

Not as scary as the reaction of the parents to it ((

I have a friend, a little brother. She lives separately, decides to go to my mother and writes to me:

XXX is
I went to my mom, here on the refrigerator of leaflets, on which the child’s hand wrote 'mama, I bltyabyu'. I sit and think)