Same with you(11:02)
This morning, when I woke up, I found that the pillow on which I slept was torn, and a good portion of the filler was dragged by the cat into the remote corner of the room in order to improve living conditions. But that is not all. When I approached the roaring pet, along with this cattle, apparently, his conscience awakened, and he in good faith, pretending not to notice me, began to wear and carefully fold the filler on the bed next to the pillow :)

Recently there was history. One evening, during a date on the square, my girlfriend reports that she has long liked another young man and our relationship no longer makes sense. After a short conversation, she leaves, and I, since I’ve gotten out of everything, decide to stick to the robbers sitting on the nearby bench. Either I will be angry, or I will be beaten, which is more likely, at least it will be easier.
Oh you fools! Why did they disperse? You who are in the hat, come here!
I expect further action on their part. One of them approaches me and says:
Do not play you. It will be Nishchikovsky. With everyone happens, you will find yourself a better girl.
He gives me a bottle of beer and goes back to his. Standing for a couple of seconds with a stinking look, I think it can be for the better. And brewing a slice of the gifted drink I step towards the house.

About friendly sex.
I have a friend, very brutal behavior, by character considered a man. But with all her lifestyle, it should be noted, her appearance is very even available.
Once (after another joint drinking) we wake up with her in the same bed, obviously after the same". I get up, I look at the surrounding shame, and the first thing that flies out of the tongue is the heavy "Torture...". To which she, even through a dream, gives out: "Okay, do not worry, once not pidaras".
In general, after that story, I suddenly had a persistent aversion to friendly sex.

The railroad went fucking well and raised the price of electricity three times. Yes, at 200 percent of the bullshit. Before the New Year was 14 rubles, after 16.50. Everyone is accustomed to New Year’s holidays. But less than a month later, the journey from Uhtomka to Vyhino was paid 42 rubles for 50 kopecks. This is a fucking shit.
They are pushing people into bribery. I didn’t even have the thought to squeeze the controller at the exit of the chip when the ticket costs 14 rubles, even when it costs 16.50. But I don’t have 85 rubles a day for a ticket there and back. There is just no such money.
The Hate! The Anger! The rays of them!

[Chernyshaw]

nick
By the way, Linux recently turned 18, so sex with it is now legal

Today my daughter(11 years) received a text message "mama this is my new number...BlaBlaBla"
I decided that the boys from the future lacked tenderness... And on the advice of the abyss racked them on the first naguglennoy gay dating site with both numbers)))
People do not let go! We will eradicate them.
And then we will take the readers of other people’s SMS...
Oh... well, Hyacinth is

has_been_banned : Sandy saw the fight of cockroaches fighting for the pellet, falling for the computer.))
No Cigarettes: Who Won?
has_been_banned : I am

Just on the "Sport+" commentator, commenting on hockey says that some player has removed the deadline. And immediately, without a pause, adds, there may be people with higher education and undermined this turnover, but I looked - the percentage of those who were left and were under investigation is equal to the percentage of people with higher education. In addition, I would advise people with higher education not to give up..."

Lawyer: Who are you working for?
Mathematics teacher.
I’ve never played mathematics, these theorems, these suffixes.
M is mm. In fact, the sufixes are from another area.
What is the difference in geometry?

We rested in a large apartment. Suddenly night came and it was decided to go to bed. And since the house is large and the apartment is small, there were not enough beds for everyone. Someone was sleeping on the kitchen sofa, someone in the hallway on a mattress, someone in a chair, etc. My friend and I got a couch. We decided to lie on a valley, the size of the couch allowed. We sleep. In the middle of the night, the couch suddenly thought to break and we cried down on the floor. During the fall, a box that served as a basket for papers for the owner of the apartment was destroyed and all the garbage that lay there was evenly distributed across the floor. From the roar and scream, the whole thus escapes, runs into the room and sees the painting with oil: on the floor, among the debris of the bed, two guys in cowards sit and in front of them - a used condom (which fell out of the box). I’ve never been so ashamed before...

c) The drone

xxx: Better tell me how he got rid of the childhood mystery from the teacher "I am everywhere and I am nowhere. Who am I?", take and lick: "Electronic"?! to
YYY : HM Oh... Oh! You are also a physicist!

<xxx> YYY
<xxx> Awesome
<yyy> One Response
<xxx> One Response to One Response
<yyy> Doubts about your sexual orientation
<xxx> The Proposal to Overthrow Ebola
<yyy> Note that you are creating a vacuum
<xxx> 1 year old
<xxx> is more
<yyy> Authorship
<xxx> The Controversy
<yyy> A meaningless statement about Plankton
<moderator> RESPONSE TO A CASUAL REPLIC AND THREAT TO Forget THE CONTRAINTING PARTIES
<yyy> Word of admiration for seafood
<moderators> Acceptance of Terms and Conditions

<xxx> who has the eggs of fate???? to
“I have the eggs of fate, the sausage of death, the peanut of mercy, the straw of eternity, the oil of simplicity and the salt of goodness. I will make an apocalypse egg.

XXX is
Sweet dreams with horses in the shape of clouds
YYY
Maybe clouds in the shape of horses...I don’t need nightmares!! to

What a dark man Obama is!

Our "experimental stand", or otherwise "OIS", had a fairly large machinery park and was essentially a well-developed, small machinery enterprise. What is not surprising, the team of stallions and slugs was diverse, but completely masculine. As in any experimental production, the monthly aurals alternated with a week of worklessness. During the fasting, the men for a salary diligently brushed steel-coated tables with domino bones, fought in a "chick" billiard, or ping-pong. When the domino was bored, the guys could joke about some of the beginner masters and engineers. When Fedka had his colored wet asphalt eight, bought from the Gypsies, forged in a motorcycle, they joked.
Quietly approached ten to look, one talk distracted, eight healthy obaltus with working palms pressed from above, so that the car on all the amortizers sat, and when they dropped abruptly, another obaltus on the concrete floor thrown the excess iron. The car jumped and ringed at the same time. Fedka, thinking that something important has fallen away, those Gypsy car sellers swore half an hour in one breath. Harmlessly so
“They climbed.” Everyone except Fedora.
The biggest authority in the group is Stepanic. The boss and the workers. He arranged it with iron. Stepanic is a sleeve. And not a simple healer, but also a complete universe. On all machinery from the presence tower to the DIP-500 and the simplest mattress saw could outperform any specialist. If in the drawings a mistake or uncertainty was seen, he corrected it himself. Quietly, without nerves and so that no one of the designers was dissatisfied. He did everything right and had an approach, because. As many as I knew, I never made a mistake.
All of our design "researches in engineering", if Stepanic handed them, worked properly and reliably. I never fled from work, but I was looking for it. Sometimes I could even stay overnight when Aural.
The only thing Stepanic avoided was the partnership and public work. During the meeting, Stepanic disappeared. Not by magic, but normally: the buildings of the OIS - former carriage workshops, residential houses and the figure he knows what else, connected by common corridors, basements, roofs, crossings and accessories, could "disappear" a couple of battalions, and not one clever, old slug.
Feddy is the other. This is not Stepanic. Everything comes from the reluctance to work. There are thousands of painful causes. Not that he was sick. On the contrary, even a very healthy thirty-year-old buggy. The Imaginary Truth. He sneezes at the medical center. Go back to the same examination again. And if the finger, do not give God, scratches without injection from the tetanus, it will not move from the place. So it will stand a pillar so that the infection does not spread throughout the body. But a public worker who needs to be sought in the day with fire. It is very emotional if you collect money for a gift, read political information, or write a note in a health newspaper.
If the assembly, then until the end of the session will vote and the last will leave. Not working at all. And his jokes were angry and ridiculous. and all k
Stephanie is indifferent. To pour epoxy in the closet from the closet, to support the door in the sorting bar, or to pour salt salt in the table soup, it is Fedika, not even to check.
His men warned. and masculine. Leave Stepanic in peace, let’s find out. I did not take. Stepanic has endured until now. Until at lunch from a beloved chair did not fall and stinked heavily: at sixty you will not fall beautifully. The foot was signed. Pizdec to you, Fedea, Stepanic quietly spoke, bored. This was the first time he heard his mother’s word at work.
Fitzgerald, of course, did and forgot about it. And in vain.
A day later, when Fedka came to work, he found a thick book in the size of a school album for drawing in his workplace. The Syphilis, 1967 edition. Bluntly tapping the book with his finger, and making sure that he is not surprised, Fedka asked whose. No one knew. Until lunch, the book remained untouched, but Fedykin's yesterday's "Evening" with a crossword, someone led. In the domino, Fedk was not taken by value, in the billiard was a full set, and in the ping pong he did not know. Fedi became bored and he took the book.
After missing a preface about the role of the CPSU and the Soviet government in the victory over syphilis in the USSR, Fedka went into reading.
The book turned out to be with pictures, pictures so terrible and colorful, and the text so colorful and vividly described the severity and completely incurable consequences of the neglected syphilis in the imperial and capitalist society that Fedka penetrated. He listed the pages, paying special attention to the description of symptoms and methods of prevention. From lunch in the workshop, he was late for two hours, was exhausted by the master, for the first time could not come up with an explanation for his wrongdoing and repent.
The next day, everyone in the dining room saw that a spoonful and a glass of Fedka had been brought from the house. He said he did not say goodbye to anyone in the morning. Feedka stopped using the shower and would go home dirty if he worked. For a week, Fedor was blacker than the clouds, scaredly staring at the sides and passing the metres by one and a half. Someone told me that he saw Fedka in the toilet near the mirror, looking at the pimple on his nose in a large lump. And when he had herpes on his lips, commonly called a fever, he disappeared for three days.
I returned relaxed, calm and cheerful. He even showed Stepanic a certificate from Sokolina Mountain about his absence of syphilis, although he did not talk to him. Fedor’s soul was singing.
The next morning he found a book on his book “Ishemic Heart Disease at a Young Age.” Or somehow.
A month later he resigned. To the chairman of the trade commission, who did not want to break up with such a valuable worker, he explained that he could not work in such a bad team where no one wants him to even measure the pressure and very nervous work. The Chairman of the Committee failed to convince him. and sorry.
Because I personally saw another medical book in Stepanic’s machine box, on the cover of which were large letters:
“The schizophrenia.”

Yushchenko finally awarded the title of hero of Ukraine to Stepan Bandera and grumbled in the corner of the presidential cabinet.

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The fucking. I came to a terrible conclusion. It is impossible to write a complex program alone without bugs in it. It is impossible to combine two things in one body:
In order to write a good code, the hands must be straight and grow from the default location designated by nature.
To test the code, the hands should be as curly as possible and grow mostly from the ass.

In the Russian word two s.
YYYYYY: Yes
xxx: thank you
YYY: Do you write to someone that he doesn’t know Russian?
xxx: yes