It was with me, and I find it hard to believe. I decided to share. Although

To be honest, I had no doubts about the abilities of our younger brothers.

and never.

My friend has a dog. No, not a birthplace. Ordinary Caucasian

with someone else. Large, with a huge fist, but boundlessly benevolent.

Even if you don’t see it. Therefore, he walks out his Sanek in the namornik, on

with a hard guide and away from the pedestrian trails, so as not to scare

The pedestrians. Once in the autumn, I followed them. Drinking beer and talking.

I wanted to, and Sanya just went out for a walk with Jack. We go. and here

The Wedding. The dog. One cat and a cow are ten. And of course Jack.

The main instinct played. He pulled Sandy out of his hand a couple of times. Yes No

It was here. I looked offended at the owner. Let me take you, mouth,

Listen, Sanj, can the cabbage be castrated? I mean, Jackie

Probably will have to. You are not born anyway. Unlikely to be

If someone calls, and you do not let him go to the gardens. So you look,

Less hormones will shake his blood. What Sanna said, I

I no longer remember. But here’s Jack’s look after my words, turned into something.

It is strange. But why strange? Not very strange, but such.

Condemning and condemning. As if I understood everything. Time passed and all.

I forgot. And last Saturday, Sankin's family, me and them, for a day.

Birthday was invited. Thirty Years of Irkino. Well in general,

A modest home party with a good table. And nothing would,

If there were not two Irinkine companions in the circle of invited. one

beautiful blond girl, and the second burning and very spectacular

The brunette. Well, here we scared at the first, and then again at the second and I understood.

I want them both. I want specifically! Not even at the same time. Well,

And after the third I began to spread the love fluids in space.

To throw back replicas and quarrels, to tell about their heroic

Past and present. He behaved as he should behave.

A real male. Then missed the fourth and fifth, and then...

They moved to the side of the table and started dancing. Where I invited you,

One, then the second, and once even the two at once. The evening succeeded. Although...

What am I? The story is about Jack. At that time he was lying on his

The carpet in the hallway and lazy watched the mess that was created on the

territory under its control. until the time, until the time. He stood up from his

It was the moment I danced with a blonde.

It is a slow but passionate dance. After a few steps, he

He squeezed between me and her, turned halfway, opened up.

His enormous fist and grabbed me for... how could it be softer to write?

What about the pants? Not very much, but quite annoying. At that time

He did not shrink his own, but just kept it all. Not forgetting that.

It’s pretty hard to look me in the eyes. In these eyes, along with

Running from my back, I read the question. Which? I think it’s all already.

I guessed.

It is said that before the death of a man, before his eyes all springs through.

his life. I was not threatened by death at the time, but in my memory it is clear.

A picture of three months ago. The picture of the walk and

Talk about castration. Hopefully I’ll be, Jack was just waiting for that.

I will remember. It was worth it to squeeze in my consciousness, he broke my jaw and so on.

He calmly went to his place.

In general, it all ended pretty well, if not counting that,

Now that I am with my cat, I try not to get overwhelmed.

The Secretary – Secretary:

Bring all staff to the meeting, urgently!

By the selector?

- No bl*t, through "Classmates", so fast it will be!!! to

by anekdoton.ru

I heard the conversation of two children.
Have you been sick with watermelon?
2: Yes
1: You will not be again!
2 Why?
Watermelon and cancer get sick once in your life.

The admin is thoughtful:
And it works... I have to. Strange it is all...

Never ever! Do you hear? Never ever ever ever!! Nothing at all!!!! to
Don’t try the super glue to taste!! to

I stand at the stop in the morning. People are decent. There is a bomb along the road to meet the movement. He carries a self-made truck. In the wheel are red flags, developing on the wind. On the side of the cart painted: "Communist, Brezhnev, Rocket", on the back also painted "USSR, Satellite". The entire stop was appreciated. And the bomber is not so in a hurry, going in front of the movement. The ghost of communism wandered through Europe.

Guys, it is very pleasant that people in our country still think about what will be with our future, it is great, but as far as I know BOR - entertainment portal, and people come here to raise their mood, in this connection I propose to set up a special resource, to call it as the type of "Our future" or "Save the future" and so on public grounds to try to bring to our management that projects such as "Club" or "Club" and in general MTIVs do not benefit our country and do not destroy the conscious and bright in the young generation, although I am not 20 years old, but look at our peers sometimes just scared of how dumb they are and what ideals they have... It is terrible! And if we will send each other the type of "go you sick, also a wise man found, you probably did not have a calf, here you explain your unrighteousness with all honour," then let us immediately surrender to our pentes or return to the original system - we will eat, mate, live in our own shit and produce viruses...

I’m sorry, I know that some people won’t like it, but I also want the good of my country.

I: Dad, I want to go to the sauna at night.
Daddy : Why?
I: There will be no girls.
Why go out at night?

Just advice... Always! All the time!! Disable the loudest cell phone call at the dentist’s reception (((

<Nevske`klubničko> I came up with the perfect test for students. So that no imbeciles will enter the universities. At the entrance exam, give only one question: Insert the missed letter in the word "simple".

Comments from torrent to "The Return of the Musketeers":

About the first film, Gaft wrote an epigram: "Pok-pok-pok-pokali on the old Duma. No one has ever seen such shit"!"

Shit shit shit! Watched "Lord of the Rings" again and somehow began to look at the accountant named NASGUL O_O

>Tell me how to properly treat the name of the liver?
There is a worker Nikolai Liver. How to properly wrap it?
Drawing the liver to Nicholas? We have already the entire department looked after, proposing to insert the pretext "by", but we have never reached a consensus.

This name does not fade.
Give the liver to Nicholas.
Here is. It sounds funny though ;)

I sit at work, while there is nothing to do, I go to Google to write: "Divert me what", and he gives me: "Nuddy? Have fun yourself, you crazy!" I stood...

by Le Mur:
@}->--
He carries a smelling red rose on the lips of Annette.

Opened :
Don’t know*

Opened :
I do not feel

by Le Mur:
I whisper on my lips pink
and so? I asked carefully *

The xxx:
I don’t like to lie, even though I work in tech support.

Mushrooms, if I had chosen with whom to communicate, with you or watermelon, I would have chosen watermelon, from it you can at least suck (c) Zav

On a couple in culture, the lecturer gave a list of literature:
......
"Culture and Culture" G.V. Drach
Immediately presented a solemn banquet around professors, intellectuals, etc., and in the most prominent place on the wall with large letters the inscription: “Draco 60 years!”and "

Net: Well, we came home with her, we dress up, and here her girlfriend sends her a text message that she is pregnant!
The best sex block for the whole night!

In those distant times, when there were no cell phones, and laundry and washed (worn) things had sufficient value in the eyes of criminals, they used specially caught and trained courtyard cats for their disgusting purposes - cats were supplied with a loop type rope extender. Such a specially trained cat with a criminal hand was thrown onto an inaccessible balcony, where underwear or things were dried. The cat clung to the fabric with its nails and the extender was pulled into the hands of the criminals along with the clamped underwear. Real cases from the Soviet Criminal Chronicles.