I agreed with my grandmother's neighbor that I would come and cut her grass on the lawn next to the house. has arrived. My grandmother took my electric hair and cuts. It does not (

By the way, my grandmother didn’t give her hair for two days until she broke it.

Grandmothers are like that.

Of stability in the country, as a rule, it says in what currency, and the banks of which states the ruling elite keeps its capital, and about the education system - in which universities the children of the same elite study.

It is good to be a man. They live somewhat easier.

Here, out, winter on your nose, and you are already walking, looking with anxiety at the prices in the shoe shops, touching a shirt coat, and not even looking into the fur salon: you understand that the post-last-year half-shirt of a painted rabbit is still very even nothing. And on the exhausted shell, pockets can be squeezed. This is the type of designer discovery. Cakes in the ass. Very stylish and youthful. Where to get money? All normal babies, out, put on new boots, and you sit, cry and envy. The pocket on the ass.

And the men? I changed my summer tyres for winter tyres, and that’s all. You can continue to drink beer.

She has been treating her broken heart for years. All the girlfriends will tell about the underdog, then will be gathering forces for six months to throw his toothbrush out of the house - his hand does not rise. Then all his gifts in a bag will be gathered, and on anthrax will be stuck. The letter will be written kilometers away and will not be sent. Finally, remove his number from the phone book. But it is only in a few years.

And the men? The grandmother dropped - went swollen, bought a prostitute, avenged, and forgot. A woman and a prostitute. You can continue to drink beer.

A woman does not fit in a dress - it is a disaster! It is immediately and kefir diets, and to the gym running, and to the endocrinologist: and suddenly with hormones something? It cannot be launched! It is in six months as a chicken pound for ten, and you have already eaten summer shrimp for the next year, and you will not enter them! A panic panic!

And the man will go, buy his pants two sizes larger, break a new hole in the belt, and you can continue to drink beer.

If a woman plans to have sex, she will be preparing for it for two weeks. She runs to hair removal, to the solarium, to buy beautiful underwear, new perfumes, dresses, shoes, eyebrows, to paint her hair, to make a lay-out, and even to rehearse before the mirror unforced crystal laughter.

If a man is planning sex, the only thing he will do is come to him. He will drink beer.

When a woman is asked, “Oh, clay jeans! Where did you buy?” - it should name a decent store, and the date of purchase, not exceeding six months.

When a man is asked, “Where did you get the jeans?” - he can calmly answer, "Yes, I'm not fucking, he's already eight years old," and will continue to drink beer!!! to

Of course, men are all sorts. There is also a subtle mental organization, and sex is trepidant, and in the wardrobe they, instead of their favorite stretched sweater - hang three smokings and a very fashionable Hugo Boss coat, and instead of beer they drink cognac. Very rarely. And on a date come with flowers, and your new dress will notice, but only they are all long and happily married, and what about them to say then?

I’m not talking about men now. How hard it is to be a woman.

I was in the store today. I wore a blue coat. The draper was good, and the valuable was six-digit. I thought and went home to drink a beer. After all, I differ from a man only in the shape of a chromosome.

Russia is a country where patriots with dual and triple citizenship, whose children were at home for the last time at least 10 years ago, declare the fifth column and agents of the State Department of those who have lived all their lives in the suburban province of Russia, openly express dissatisfaction with the size of wages and pensions of the overwhelming majority of citizens!

He had bronchitis. Prescribed bronchicum and terpincode. One is made up of 90% ethanol and the other is made up of codeine. was sick? Spread and spread! Life is beautiful!

xxx: shit, need a detail one to the old player, no one sells anymore. Can I print it on a 3D printer?
HH: Although... too hemorrhoid. It is easier to remove aluminum.
WOW (monotonous, not breaking away from the comp): of iron.
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WOW (not changing the tone): the pebbles will then be picked up with a magnet.

x: the boss had a good sense of humour =) he now writes Enter on the papers with a pencil, if everything is right and you can send and Esc, if there is a crack or rejection =)
x: let’s go through it all the office =) and when I saw that he marked out the name of the client and another, which was not changed and below signed Ctrl + C and Ctrl + V respectively, I realized that he wasn’t as pidaras as everyone thought!

DrZombi: When will hackers be able to enter the Red Square on Victory Day and walk in the hands of laptops? and :)

On the weekend, there was a small debris in my apartment. The visible consequences were eliminated by the arrival of the mother. But not about them. Some people now know there is no hot water. And I just couldn’t refuse dear guests to accept the soul. And here, in fact, one of the guests decided to wash the cowards, good, with them were clean.
Washing is washing. And safely forgot them on the tube in the bathroom.
Well, I waited until the cowards were more or less dry, and hid them away from sin, namely in my bag. Even in the bag pre-wrapped and flashed on the bag, of course.
I went into my room yesterday... and I see: the cowards carefully hanged on my chair... I watched... the Fathers of the Holy Fathers, and they are still wiped out!!! to
My grandmother, however, was burning... the attack of nervous laughter in me continued for half an hour.
She didn’t say anything to me!! Probably so that I’t find out that she’s climbing on other people’s bags... And so, I put a silent reproach...
Now I think as if she didn’t drop her mother...
The poor grandmother. Heaven, I invented myself unknowingly what...
I am poor ?

A friend went to the Lower. lives in the community.from morning sms:

"That is the milk. My neighbor is gone and I live alone. I forgot to close the door for the night... the cell phone was not touched... the player was left... and the pelletry was sprinkled... the pelletry was...

Noavatar: I stand in a car on a sorting machine, and a lonely tank passes by the window with a huge inscription: CHLOR. Do not let go of bitterness
She went to the hill.
SDuck: It’s all shit. I was in the army once 5 semi-vagons with powder wagons. On each of the huge letters was the inscription "Do not drop from the hills", nor the presence of warmth with people, nor did this inscription hinder the sorting to scroll it all from the hills to other wagons.
What if they wanted to compare the mountains?
SDuck: There, by luck, the whole sorting could be aligned. But the mechanic of the maneuvering vessel was not like a specialist in terraforming.

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I was talking to a young man (P) for a meeting.
Q: So maybe we’ll meet tomorrow? Look at the end)
I: I can’t, I’m going to the bar tomorrow for my birthday.
Q: Okay tomorrow afternoon?
I: I have a meeting on the upcoming trip on the bayards.
P is female! The weekend?! to
I: Listen, honestly, I will be in the woods. A friend’s birthday.
Q: You’re just trying to get rid of me.
I : No! honestly! Any other day!
Q on Tuesday?
I: Theatre...
A: The last attempt. The Thursday?
I: The football...
Everyone doesn’t talk to me anymore. It is all true.

That is, you are dying for two weeks without him, you can't find time to meet him and wonder that he didn't give up such communication?

9:00 am in the morning. Beginning of working day. The whole people are drawn to work in a tormented state. Everyone sits behind their workplace. The entire sales department has a program. Everyone makes the way to whisper and pull it, that the type of work is a lot. Every 20 minutes they ask for a long, long time. At this time, everyone is sitting who is watching the photos, who is crashing into the shell. In the end, after an hour of my torture, I still raised everything, everything worked out. I inform the whole department, type everything works, you can start. The whole department rises up from their jobs and whoever is, I only hear. Whoever is going to eat, whoever is smoking, etc.

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We have history. The customer is a fashion shop "XXXXXX". First calls a bullshit, then an exalted lady. With a scream: your dirty air conditioner smells, you can’t work, you can’t work, you can’t do it here!!! 20 minutes to calm, explain - you need to serve, the smell of the unwashed filter. The lady at the same time is interested - and where is the filter here, as if nothing is running? The circus is shorter.
We equip servicemen, they come, carry out a technical examination. Calling in the office – it smells from the basement! The condom is not included.

Watch the video "Why do Japanese need hieroglyphs?"
It turns out, they write, if horizontally, then from left to right, and if from top to bottom, then the columns from right to left. And they have no gaps. Probably did not invent the appropriate hieroglyph.
Functionally, the gap belongs to the signs of intersection.
The GOST defines the gap as follows: "letters reproducible in the absence of drawing".

In one of the leading Russian technical universities, the first course gives physical formulas with integration and potentiation. And on the second, they explain what potentiation and integration is. Education reform is all about it.

Patriarch Kirill considered 200 new temples in Moscow insufficient.
- We are far behind the "Five-Year-Old", although we have overtaken "Dixy".

The SMS billayna though looks like "Dear customer. Your rate will be updated... the rate will increase... the cost will be...".
But it’s read just like "Hey, shit! Now you pay more."

I have defended myself today.
2nd OOOO! I am not asking how
1: And I can tell you ?
2: Give it
I felt like a little bit of asphalt, which is laid by hardworking workers: carefully studied, heated to the desired temperature, then scattered, robbed, rolled a couple of times, drowned in boots and proudly looked at how beautiful I became in the end, pretending how even more beautiful I will be in autumn.
2: Imaginary
Most importantly, the truth.

xxx> Do you have a shirt today?? to
yyy> yeah who has broken up? The Marine? On the weekend the curtains slicked offgenes to the kitchen, now I slick the pants))
xxx> to drink