Smokers have no problem. We stand and smoke. What you don’t like is not my problem at all.

My cast is itching, and if you don’t like it, it’s not my problem at all.

The vacation:
some description
What we offer:
A young, subtle and friendly team;

They run and run. In the sweaters of the wildly killed synthesized blanket :D :D

After reading the chatter about moms with wheelchairs I would like to answer all newly appeared Maria-Antoinette with advice in style - no bread, eat cake. One beautiful man wondered why these stupid mothers would not plant their children in the slings. I want him to be the same child in that transport. The counsel will immediately fade with him. One shake - I was once so squeezed, it seemed that another shake and lungs would break under the ribs. And with a child getting faster - injuries can become incompatible with life. It is still cool for the whole day (and you have to collect documents and a lot of things, or mothers with children in the morning for nothing to do with the whole crowd) to carry a difficult child on him, all the most necessary things for him and personal things. It is nice to still be in the hospital stretching on a slippery sidewalk. Well, sling is not for every woman, even with healthy legs. And those who have problems with them after pregnancy, right? Great advice and wonderful. I would like to advise you to go to Maria and other institutions, why are there few buses at the peak hour? Why transportation is not adapted to the needs of all categories of citizens. Go out, go out. After all, you may also have children and their mother will very likely learn all the charms of such advice.

to this:
Comrades, help remember the title of the story - read in childhood, broke the library of father and grandfather, but never found. In a world after some disaster, a truck driver leads a truck to another city with some important cargo. When the car breaks, it removes the motorcycle from the truck and still delivers the most important part of the cargo. In the end, a monument is erected.
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The Valley of Iron Curse. Published in Chemistry and Life. Not a story, but a novel :)

Review on Steam:

A toy for the amateur... for the amateur to cut trees for hours, to look for ore, to beat monsters, then to cut trees again, and again to cut trees, this game is generally about cutting trees, you can still plant trees, but someone will come and cut the trees you planted.

Letter from acquaintances:
either hipsters or hatchlandia
I hate those and those.
The hipsters for what?
I worked in the cafe.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Vauu: -Their crowds went there... the bearded breeds..."Have you added syrup marakuya to my smoothie?""And why is my frappucino without ice cream?""And prove that there is ice cream!"

For ten years, a mother and aunt periodically have the theme "When will you be baptized?“I usually leave the answer. Recently on a relative's birthday, hearing this, another aunt flies, whom I see once every few years: "So you are unchristed??? Why?”



Surprised by this pressure, I suddenly ask, “Why do you not accept Islam?”



My aunt stood up and did not talk anymore. I don’t know how long.

The evening. A tired father goes, with a bag in one hand, a wallet and a car in the other. A seven-year-old son runs around him, pinning everything in a row from stones to bushes.
“Dad, Dad, where is Cristiano Ronaldo?
Cristiano Ronaldo lives in heaven, he lives in heaven.

When one day, at a party, another horre-manipulator began to expose in the spirit of "be thus and thus" [this is the idea of what would be convenient for the exhibitor to see you], and people would draw to you, we and my wife, without speaking, stretched out our hands and shouted "brain! Their brains!" go to it. Since then, this comrade has been obliged to spoil the fun of everyone with his reasoning about how others should live properly, and we have a new tradition.

I work in a company that is a supplier "everything will be asked for" for a number of large factories. From the format "You must have a higher education".

So we brought them cars for rolling out the PVC tape. This is how they fix products such as tiles and so on.

For a week, I am bothered that the cart on which the drum stands is very difficult to spin and it is impossible to work on it. I had already thought about sending them back for marriage, but the cost of transportation stopped me.

system is so. Three engineers fought to solve the problem. And they changed the force of the clamp of the bearings and the angle of locating the coil but all into empty. It does not disrupt anyway.
A week later it turned out that there was a braking system on the wheel to ensure that the coil did not turn over the inertia. These three fools did not think before they put the coil on the wrong side.The information was discovered by a simple loader.

Blin, three engineers with a higher engineering education

And at this time, Princess Kakbe Netomuda should already have a baby.
Padme Amidala?
By name yes, but it is difficult to briefly convey the meaning of the episode without changes.

In a publication dedicated to the German language, a photograph of Til Lindemann was hanged with the signature: "No matter how you speak German, remember who was your first teacher."

Is this how Irina Victoria really looks without makeup?

"The Redhead robbed a friend and returned to sleep with him"
The police sent to court a case against a red-eyed man who stole his friend. A woman went to the police with a missing 5,000 and a perforator. She spent the night with her relatives, and a friend came to her husband. Returning, traces of penetration into the apartment she did not notice... The husband confirmed that the acquaintance stayed at his house at night, in the morning they left the apartment together, while there was nothing with him...
Police detained a 25-year-old man, he confessed that he waited at night when the owner fell asleep and took the perforator, went out, sold the tool and returned to a friend, searched the closet, found money and quietly slept.

Fugu fish:...Under the cover of the night... with a perforator... went out on the street... looking around, moved to the shadow hidden nearby. With a compressed voice, he asked: "Did you order the Slavic armor?""No, I am interested in the mirror closet. Tsss!" - has shaken in response. - "The goods are with you?" - "And how do you! Let the money go ahead." There was an unclear whispering: "Viennes, do., triss, keturi, tfu, broke up!" - "Okay, I believe you." - "Nuttusks, money count-c love..." For a long time you could still see two broken figures under the rain. Finally, the conspirators began to divide in different directions: one was waiting for a sleeping naive friend, the other was waiting for sweet revenge to the neighbors, long ago he wanted to work as a perforator at 3 a.m.

I ordered condoms in China (there they are cheaper). While they went, I read that not everyone suits in size, because the size is still designed for the Chinese. I was a little worried about this because it was a pity for the money spent. Now that they came and everything turned out to be fine, I started to worry because they came :(

xxx: A couple of days ago, I was looking for a section on judo on the Internet, today I go on the street and see the advertisement on the pillar - "judo classes with a professional coach". The first thought – contextual advertising goes to a new level.

The desert will not need to be scattered.

It is okay to spat, but to plant palm trees, olives and cactuses, or at least saxaulas and baobabs - probably, still worth it.

Only there are serious obstacles, the characteristic example of which is described in the history of the development of Russian imperial railways. At the very beginning of the 20th century, a problem arose in the Caspian deserts: during storms, roads were carried by sand. Road engineers have long known a standard and, as they thought, a reliable solution: to strengthen the sand along the sides of the road with a wooden strip. However, all attempts to embody it ended up in the fact that the following year there were only pins left from the plantations, as the locals were willing to sew them on their own wood.

Who knows how to live will not be poor. Who knows why, will be happy.

From the Women’s Forum:
“I was on preservation in the hospital. I need a condom, I don’t have it. From the injections on the pope, the nurse gave an ampoule of magnesium, advised to dilute in half with vodka and make compresses. I want salt, a classic.
I call my husband, please bring me condoms, vodka and salty cucumbers to the hospital.
A long pause.
“Where are you now, have you forgotten?”

Back on holiday in Thailand?
I need this Thailand. There is nothing better than our Ural nature, if you want, mushrooms in the woods collect, if you want, with a snail at the lake sit... Beauty!
Taking a mortgage?
and well.