She: and generally in the family should be two cars, one such a beautiful classy, and the other...
for his wife.

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Here’s the generation that has colored children’s photos!!!! to

Old man, you are well preserved.

Today I stand, I submit the questionnaire on the train station, my grandmother sits in the cabin.
In the beginning, a few people went over and over, she woke up, then the mints went, they went, they went and suddenly they ran and jumped through the turnikets and scratched from the grandmother, the whole turn was lying...

Zloybot
Purchased magazine "Forsage" there results of the Battle of Novgorod drag
I read
I quote: "in-class SL drew attention to Saratov "crewedko" with a roof roof and painted in white and red colours "body". The most embarrassing inscription on the side "first of us"

I had 5 minutes of hysteria (I don't want to see the photos) I'm running off and I'd be sick, the driver's throat

Anonymous>> In the Airbus A320 toilet is in the kitchen, it is very uncomfortable. The stewardesses prepare food for the passengers, and in a metre from them somebody meets :(

anatom>> so you have your mouth just a meter from your ass. Which you grasp. And Nico...

Therefore, people of low height are usually angry because they always smell it!

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of classmates.
Leopard Plymouth
Dear Moderators!

When you block my photos with the tag "on the picture animal", I’m upset.

I am not an animal, I am a woman.

I watched the metro today.
A couple of people sit down self-forgotten. People deliberately take their eyes away.
Here, a climacteric aunt grabbed into a guy, a kind of unclean. He sits behind his elbow.
The young man! Man is young! Stop to stop. It is inappropriate. The young man.
The man cried out sharply and irritated:
I am him!
The wagon lay. My grandmother did not expect such a response and was upset.

I went to the office shop a day ago. Hanging on the wall backpack in the form of a famous cartoon. The character - Sponge Bob Square trousers, but apparently the sellers did not know what the beast was and the price list was proud: the backpack "Suharik".

When you’re called “Sunny,” remember that our Sun is a yellow dwarf.
Thank you for not being a blue giant.

The ancestors from the sea returned, the mother rushed from the threshold to inspect the house.Well, as if everything was okay, she walked and said:
Is the cat looking so unhappy?
I am a paddle...

Dialogue with a friend:
I - In girls, the brain is like a screw - multi-tasking, but often glutes.
She is yes. What a beautiful interface!

The fellow fellow got into a fight and with a beautiful face and slightly not trembling after the walk, came for pairs.
What is your face?
The man slipped, fell his face on the asphalt.
Why the whole face of the garden.
The guy (not long thinking) - While he stood up, he wept for a long time.

History is real. There is one woman in the Ministry of Education - she is 45 years old. She does not know how to use compound. All documents are stored on the desk. So I asked her to bring something to the neighbor’s office. She doesn’t know how to drop the flash – I actually went with her. Her entire desk is filled with such small squares. There are 500 documents. She does not know how to create files. He can’t change the name either. Retains with the name given by word by default. As a result, she opened each of the 500 squares and after 3 hours found it and then with the phrase "how I was tired" went for lunch. And people are surprised that today’s children are so stupid.

I washed in the shower today, I thought a lot, I remembered the quote, I don't remember where I heard it, I quote as it is:
"It would be wonderful if the female cheeks also mowed when they missed the affection"

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Woman Piscine
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Sakko-Kakashi
2nd(18:12:56 19/09/2008)
What a meaningful, and most importantly highly intellectual conversation came from the PR director of the largest radio holding and head of the division of the largest television company in the region.

There lived a pagan and a Christian nearby. The Christian rested his flesh all his life, prayed earnestly, sucked all his relics wherever he could, gave money to beggars - he sat hungry, put on the other cheek if he was beaten - in general, suffered and suffered. And the heathen in the field of the Lord greets and lives in his pleasure. They both died and went to heaven. A Christian sees a pagan sitting at the same table with God.
His dishes were washed.
He says:
Oh my God! He did not observe anything! Do you put it at the table with you?
And God answers:
So he thought of himself as the grandson of God, and you were a slave. To every one according to his faith.
Just decided to share.
Trismegist

The Sun:
Here everyone writes that it is said, if they hear from the grandmother at the entrance the word "photoshop", then they barely faint.
My grandmother is 68 years old and she is a C++ programmer. He is still programming.
In school, I was helped with writing. I, when I gave them, I was told by the predecessor "as you have done all literally, I hope you wrote it yourself".
I could have answered that it was my grandmother, but I don’t think he would believe it ;)

If mankind dies one day, it can be written somewhere.

He lived long and happy.

It was fifty years ago – I recall from family chronicles.

We lived in a small town in Altai. My grandfather was the director of the mine.

Practically urban enterprises. The house is naturally wood, c

the courtyard, the saraias, and all the attributes, including the dog in the booth. by Grandpa

Every morning there was a personal driver: in the summer in the car, in the winter in the car.

The Sanches. In waiting for the boss the driver - a young and working man -

He took a butt and smashed the yard, and in the winter he killed the snow with a spade.

The dog used to him and allowed him to work, but all kinds of deceivers, like

The postman cried.

One day my grandfather received a delegation at the enterprise and invited me to the evening.

A banquet at home. Sitting at the table, guests

Together with the owner, they went to the yard to breathe the air. The dog began to run.

to the chain and to the whole company.

My grandfather said, Why is the dog bad? Let him be silent!

Grandfather replies, “He’s not bad, he doesn’t like bad guys.

In confirmation of his words, he pulled out of the sarai and distributed to the guests: "Who the meth,

Who has a tool, who has a tool?

The dog, seeing that everyone's hands are busy, calmed down and no one else.

was disturbed. This is so!

Hi the Serpent!

by Al.