Trump said he was willing to sell millions of tons of coal to Ukraine... That’s what I understand, President-Commercial. Antarctic Penguins are nervously in line for snow.

It was tight and noisy in the military. I sat in line for a psychiatric examination. My predecessor came out of the office laughing. Pressing from the hook, he named my name. I walked and went in.
The psychiatrist was cool and quiet. At the table sat an elderly bald man with a tired and sad face.
Hi to you. I greeted him.
Hi and hello. He greeted me in response. Without wasting time, I asked. Are you drowning?
and no.
Are the thoughts strange? The vision?
and no.
Then all good. thank you.
I was confused.
And all that? I say. Is that all the examination?
Do you want to tell me something? The psychiatrist asked with great sadness.
Well, what if, suppose, purely hypothetically, I had a suicide attempt? I asked, showing hands covered with impressive fresh scratches. I got them when I hatched two days earlier. It was necessary to pull large, heavy wooden boxes with very sharp angles.
In this case, we will send you for an examination. And if it confirms suicidal tendencies, then I fear you will not be able to serve in the army.
“What a pity,” I said, trying not to smile.
Yes, you can’t learn. and work. and to marry. Twice a year you will have to go to the clinic. Taking powerful medications. Purely hypothetical.
I just asked. of curiosity.
Curiosity is good. Curiosity is a sign of a healthy young brain. Are there other questions?
and no.
Then all good. thank you.

The residents of the Moscow region have a tradition. Every year they call on the Direct Line with V.V. Putin and ask to move the garbage to the neighboring city.

Not the fact that talking about the list will help. Seven years ago, my grandmother had nothing to say about the anime, about the fantasy, about the magic with the vampires, my grandmother often did not understand such words at all, and she had no need to enter, but still insisted on the details of my life and interests.

yyy: * photo of the mother's plate washed under the crane with a washer*
XX: Normal practice, I did it myself. The fluid must then be dried.
xxx: there are not everywhere ultrasound baths :-( especially in the mail
xxx: at first in the alcohol was soaked, but when the boss from the heart attack seen, this practice was rejected

> and what would we have to play this game (think!) Wait half an hour.

How jealous in childhood are those 2-3 minutes of hell’s impatience perceived.

The subscriber is not responsible for himself, leave the will after the sound signal

Always admired the informativity of the Javov exepshns.
You get into it by a programmer and you say, “Wooot, you see how everything is broken!”

of St Petersburg. The amusement park. A small cottage enclosed with a low fence. Worth a big figure, or a dwarf, or someone else. A few meters behind it is another one, and if you want to take a photo with it you need to cross the fence.
In general, the man approaches the distant pus, his wife photographs him. A staff member of the park passes by and makes a remark to them not to tap the lawn, say, the fence here is not just so. The wife begins to argue with her in the spirit of "And in normal countries everything for people do!", which the employee of the park quietly parises: "And our country is abnormal". And he leaves.

This is a story specifically for non-defeaters.
A couple of years ago my friend was pregnant, and here some month on the eighth we went with her in the bus from consultation, and she got sick: nausea, weakness, in the eyes darkened... In the morning I felt good, and in general, even when I got into the bus it was normal, or a taxi called. And then it worsened sharply - the breath, the catch, the smell of exhausts, maybe the pressure changed. In the full room, the next three seats in a row were occupied by the company of men. She, with a green face, polently asked to give up a place, the guys answered so, say, and what, we are not obliged, she jumped on the fox and now blushed, tolerated, ovulated, gyggy. It was here that she was pulled out of the fountain, on all three practically, and almost lost consciousness - I picked up, and the grandmother next to her sat in her place.
Morality: Sometimes giving up a place is not only beneficial to those who give up.

About the Cat with the Diagnosis "Dura".
most likely your cat had odor problems and cuts. Lack of perceptive organs causes refusal to eat, the cat simply does not understand that it is food.

The local newspaper publishes interviews with local frics. Another masterpiece came out under the title:
“To smell good, you have to be clean inside.”
Comments are pleased:
You have to hate plants so much that you don’t even eat meat! 8 to
You must hate animals so much that you can even eat their food.
I am lying 11! From all raw foods smells of compost and fertilizer!
Well, if they don’t clean up behind them;-)

He told me the story of Serog, with whom we lived together in a maritime school. In the last year of the USSR. This Seroga was not only an outstanding, but also a major athlete in three sports: chess, gymnastics and athletics. His father was a prosecutor, but this is for a different story.

One summer Serogah rested with his relatives in Ukraine. He met the boys there, and they took him to the farm for corn. They almost hit the bag, and suddenly the guard ran away. Young, healthy and medium-sized. Everyone threw their bags and fled, but only Seroga did not give up: he is an athlete, a candidate for a master in athletics! And just ran with a bag from the guard along the field.

It was hot. The guards did not stand behind, they ran quietly. Siroge was very sorry for the corn collected, but the horse was very tired and had to throw the bag. The guard who had already pursued him was backward again. A few minutes later he shouted:

Where did you learn to run? I will do nothing to you.

The serpent stopped. The guard walked with the words:

You are giving! I had one run, no one ran away from me.

I am K. M. S.

You are not local. Where did he come from?

from the Kamchatka.

You didn’t say it immediately! Let’s go for the bag, let’s show you where to pick the best corn.

Petya ransomware virus attacked Israel and remained in debt.and c)

Plans for Summer

☑ fuck June
☐ fucking July
☐ fucking August

“Sashenko, I didn’t understand, we agreed with you, and you didn’t come to me. Where are you now?
They are busy.
What is?
I marry

I can’t do without hats.

Memento_mori: Well, I’m going to go crazy — to jump on my heels all day. I prefer comfortable shoes.

Well, you can afford with your height, and I’m only 165 cm tall.

Memento_mori: I have 164 views. and ah.

Late in the evening, I’m playing WoT, I’m going to sleep. Please bring a cup of vodka to sleep better. He comes, brings me a bottle of vodka, half a bottle of cognac and a snack. At this moment my tank is being killed. The further dialogue:
Have they killed?
They killed...
Let us remember!

Ivanov: And to other news. Yesterday evening at the station "Technology Institute" Mr. Ivanov, who was travelling in a state of sleep and lost the support in the form of a closed door to the driver's cabin, committed an uncontrollable fall and a head stroke on the control panel led to the moving composition. Sorry...

xx: You read one post - "called a familiar colonel", you read another - there "talked with a friend-procurator", the third - "called a friend-investigator".

And you’re sitting like this – "accidentally – only my mom and I can call".