We did the repair at my mom in the summer with my sister and our tax all summer went to the food store every day: bread, a pack of milk and her glass of plumbing personally. Shopping in a dog bag.
First, she introduced her to all the sales changes and explained what her name is Sonja, what her daily order will be and what ice cream she eats. It worked very well, no failure. Go to the Quarter. In the turn, she waited and ate her seal on the spot, brought bread and milk home. It saved us a lot of time. That summer she was a star, she was filmed.

The happiest time in life is when you have only two troubles: a quiet hour and a manic meal.

Wars make people more united, but fewer.

A folklore group from the distant Buryat district went to Mongolia for a tour. They lived in the most remote regions of Mongolia. The Mongols were very friendly, inviting artists to their homes for snacks. Before the trip, the group was carefully instructed to be cautious - the anti-health in Mongolia is terrible. Once again, I tried not to eat anything. After the next concert, the Head of Mongolian Somon invited guests to his huge snow-white jurt, where a stunning table with dishes from Mongolian cuisine was covered. The artists, seeing that the dishes and utensils in this jurte are clean and glowing, stumbled on food. They sat down for a long time and tasted each dish, and at the end of the meal, the hostess collected all the plates / dishes / pots / spoonfuls and laid them on the floor before the threshold. He opens the door, two lame dogs run and lick all the dishes.

Erdogan has threatened Russia with sanctions if Chubais remains in Turkey.

Xxx: My childhood friend lives in Odessa. A normal man. On the Maidan he did not jump, in general, in some political movements to participate.

All this month I talked with him, he occasionally threw me some photo/video with a demonstration of the victories of the Ukrainian army. Between the case. I don’t know if it was fake, partially fake, or absolute truth... I didn’t watch them. I am not interested. I try to protect my brain from spam, especially such spam.

I just answered something in the spirit – “Keep there.”

And here today comes to me a message in the spirit – do you say straight, are you for ours or for yours?

I’m sitting there...What are you saying?

Let me say what is yours? No is. and lying.

What is ours? Yes, I am generally a peaceful person, and I do not support this type of action (in terms of how it affects the civilian population).

I decided that if you removed the shape and weapons, then what? For whom am I?

I live in Russia with the Russians. Especially now that many are against us, how can I not be for ours?

And I know I probably won’t have a friend anymore.

Because friends are not put before such a choice...



Yyyy: Answer with silence: and go you go.

So how can we trust history in textbooks, if events happen right now, where everyone has their own truth?

When I got my first child, I became a mother.

When the second child arrived, I became a referee.

How I watch TV.
I turn on the TV, there is advertising.
I switch the channel, there is advertising.
I turn off the TV.

Brotherly

Lips, nose and nose are raspberry colored. Breathed with deep wrinkles - bright blue. A bride of lemon color. The habitated eyes and a fierce, clichy smile complement the resemblance of the face to the painted ritual Nigerian mask. Looking at it from the “facade.”

From the rear, in the eyes of the viewer throws the ass with a short, almost pigish tail. From the root of the tail, the naked skin of the buttocks differs to the sides, changing the color from red-violet to basil.

Mandrill is considered the most colored monkey in the world.

Despite his brutal appearance, Ruslan, so called the hero of this story, is rarely kind, sociable and obedient. And yet, when the outer image and the soul are in sharp contradiction, unforeseen situations happen.

Mandrill lived in a moving Rostov cottage cottage with him from city to city. Every night, after the closure, he was released from the cage to disintegrate. The disciplined monkey common trust and never went outside the office territory.

Only once, in a southern town, where the animal was standing next to the market, the sensitive smell of the beast was delivered to the magic smells of ripe fruits. Probably they acted on Mandrill, like girl fluids and the smell of mommy cakes on the soldier of the first.

And Ruslan died in a selfie.

The market was already closed. Only one late Armenian re-calculated the daily income, concentrating on laying down the bills on the counter. Suddenly someone’s hairy hand lay on the money. The seller shouted angrily and looked up. In a half-meter in front of the horrifying sculpture, then silently crawled through the lips, then revealed huge, sharp like swords, spikes. Ruslan, as he could, showed his friendliness and tolerance. No one could assess it anymore. The Armenian man lay faint under the counter.

Having lost interest in a new acquaintance, the self-guided man filled his baggage bags with little stuff, grabbed paper money and joyfully rushed out to meet the staff of the animal who came out to look for him.

The seller was removed, and the incident became public. The next day, a company of young men in sports costumes approached the cage with Ruslan. They left a box with fruits next to the grid and stood for a long time discussing the appearance of the caretaker. “Brother, look at me. You’re the same when you’re angry.” What is the name of the monkey? How is? Oh I cannot! I have to tell the Russians tomorrow, let the heavy share send.”
Ruslan, sitting in a cage, smiled to people and, as he could, expressed his fraternal attitude to the world around him.

Author Igor Sitnikov

The phrase of Barbara Sergeevna Plush, the governor of the "Diamond Hand" ("and if they don't take - turn off the gas") has acquired a completely new, geopolitical scale.

Sometimes a woman's soul asks for a holiday, but a scandal will fit her.

My colleagues told me.
A group of geologists worked on Taiyura 20 years ago. They were dropped by helicopter at the beginning of the summer. Communications wereined with aviators by rail. They agreed that when the work would be close to completion, they would contact the air force during the scheduled working hours and agree on the timing of their helicopter shelter.
Two months have passed, time for work, autumn has come. Contact with the airlines, agree on the time of discharge. The helicopter does not arrive. They find out that there was an urgent sanreys, agreed in another week. A week later, the mountains were covered by fog for a few days, and the helicopter did not arrive. The products begin to end. The tone of radio exchange begins to burn, they agree that in 5 days they are taken away, otherwise it's quite trouble. In five days, everyone is waiting for the ship, it is not there. It turns out that a condensate was found in the fuel system, a helicopter under repair. The batch ate all the main foods, exotic canned foods such as sea cabbage and canned pineapples, which nobody especially ate, all thrown to fish. The snow falls. Helicopters are also people, they are uncomfortable and ashamed that the people are suffering because of them, they themselves rush into battle. Another connection. The Flight Manager (RP) says:
“We all understand, but we have two more applications on board at the same time, besides you. How are you doing, can you keep up another day? Tomorrow after tomorrow, we are with you.
The leader scratches his teeth:
We have tents under the snow, fuel is running out, the river is freezing! We all understand, but you have long promised to take us out!
RPG is looking for:
I know, what about the products?
The head of the group does not have time to answer, the microphone from his hands breaks out:
How are we with the products? We have no products! Yesterday I ate the last bowl of ananas!! to
RPG is deeply offended:
The ananas? You are riding there! We haven’t seen them all season. Live without ananas!! to
Is it necessary to say that the party was taken two weeks later, one of the last, with the black stamp "The Eaten", and during these two weeks was deeply immersed in the meaning of the concept of "collective boycott".

Girls who switched to the service of foreigners only in rubles become girls with increased social responsibility.

So then. He was taken to the factory by a man of middle age, a malar. The man with duties did well and even better. It was time to accept a practitioner, one of whom was not intelligent and wise, and it was decided to give her to the malar, so to say, so that at least some benefit would be. He taught her to do tiles and tiles and everything like that. One day they were sent to some technical room to scrap the walls. Going into the room and seeing the bricks folded by the wall, the painter assessed the amount of work on moving the material and sadly said, "Here we are with you and we will fight," which the naive practitioner insensibly asked, "And nobody will see us here?“”

This year’s spring worsening has not been done. Why aggravate here?

Are the heroes good or bad?
They are different, my son. There are good ones, there are bad ones, there are neutral ones.
What is the difference between them?
For example, if the hero is good, he goes into the woods and begins to fight the world’s Evil, that is, to destroy all kinds of monsters, but not just so, but in the name of Good and Light. Break a couple of dozen trolls or goblins - think you did a good deed.
What if he is evil?
The evil hero, of course, does black deeds. He goes into the forest and begins there mercilessly to exterminate all kinds of monsters to multiply blood, pain and suffering in this world. Cut out a couple of dozen goblins or trolls - you look, and you became stronger.
So who is neutral?
And these go into the forest just so and kill all kinds of monsters solely for the sake of preserving the natural balance. So that there are not too many trolls, so that there are not too many goblins.
What is the difference between them?
For me, my son, there is no difference. You and I are trolls.

This year's campaign will be the dream of those who dreamed of seeing many new faces on the "Blue Light".
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Xxx: My record of traveling 115 km in 47 minutes on the M4. I was then 18 (it was just 18 years ago) went with my parents in visits to my family in the area, and there called the lady I wanted for a long time with the words: "I drank here with my friends and all the flow, take me." I asked my father for a car until morning and driven) By the way, all these 47 minutes I was running in such a wild excitement that I set another speed record))) The goodness of the lady was already well fed and also very excited, so there were still rehabilitation approaches to the projectile. It was about an hour and a half.)



Yyy: Sadly the dead erection disappears, or the pathologist could be an interesting surprise.

The most disgusting combination of the three letters, in our time, became the word Peace.