At work, I once heard the phrase: “We live in a great country, but in a fucking state.” You probably won’t tell me more precisely...

I saw a cute avatar in the girl in contact, looked at the photos... beautiful, cute, cute, straight angel. decided to write:

I am: - Hi, beautiful :) Lovely avatar ;)
She: Well thank you
I: Why does such a cute girl spend this Saturday evening at home in front of a computer screen? and :)
She said, “I’m fucking fucking sick.

Where does this world go.

If all the men were every time conducted to all that advertisement in the net for penis enlargement, by their devices they would wear wrapped, like a fire armor and could enjoy sex only with the female anaconda.

The apocalypse is near... Onotole lost in his game...

Conversation of two men:

I don’t like you and I don’t like you, but we’ll have to work together.

2 I like you.

After this phrase, I like you even less.

She: I hate you! Don’t write me anymore, shit.
He is :?? to
She: Did you tell me about sex with turtles? Are they going to get out of the pancakes?
He is: well
She: I saw it on the telecast, they just do it all.
She: And you deceived me and so all

"Wild Russia" - 2 more pieces.

Why are the "wild Russians" in the home adhering to the "scientific" 24-hour scale and the SI system, and the "developed countries" still measure in their ancient Muza's elbows and hives, in each of their own?

Why "developed countries" produce the most scratching toilets that cause the "dirty Russians" to become the memo "FУУУУУУУУУУУУУУУУУУУУУУУУУУУ!.."

Why can anything be assembled from our designers, and even the legendary Lego consists of ready-made whistles and bells, from which only toys provided by the manufacturer can be assembled?

2012 - is one of the few films where when translating the title to us brought the same meaning as in the original

You are all individual!
We are all individuals!
The voice of the crowd: I am not.

I recently read on one of the forums:

In our branch in Nizhny Novgorod today a dog with the police (c) took a Linux server. With the wording - there is no icon "My Computer", meaning not licensed. So is it."

I read in one of the newspapers "answers to the crossword published in advance. The number" Aprikosov-monster-army-soldier-shock-kalina-auto-horror-deva-sex-petrosian-beak I think he wanted to say something.

I think it’s time for my daughter to cook.)
Alex: and how to cook there. said: - pot cooking. he is cooking. :)
Demon: )))) The thing is that the pot is me... And I have already been told)))

by Epic Feel:
I left a puppy for the summer, then a cat. The cat ate the poppy and washed. I owe a puppy and a cat.

Tank_East

XHH: Probably there is a special spam for heads of state, such as to increase their membership in NATO by 10 cm.

Democracy is when the function of the shepherd lies on the lambs.

And I know who made the movie "Tomorrow Will Be Tomorrow".

The easiest thing is to forbid yourself to do what you can’t do.

My mother burned:
He knocks at my room and says:
- daughter you want to eat, I accidentally cooked the borst here - so delicious it turned out!
It turned out that she struck the vegetables, but something went wrong with Voila-Borst!

Russian car company.
I remembered how I repaired my first foreign mark.
My new Korean unit began to give strange knocks while driving, which caused me to worry. An obvious reason for a visit to the company service. In the service, careful mechanics in clean firm combinations, which was very pleasant after strange personalities in the VAZ service, quickly found a reason. The rear amortizers - summarized by the master, we change according to the guarantee. have changed. But the knock did not disappear. have thought. Gathered a consilium. I was driving a long time, listening. Changed something else. It seemed even worse. Some mechanic was shouting - well, this shit is knocking, look. Changed the shit. The Untold. Everything is free, with a guarantee. The guarantee master, indeed, after each replacement darkened his face. It was six o’clock, I began to lose hope and patience when after another replacement something was brought to Uncle Vasya.
Uncle Vasya was strikingly different from other employees of the service. He was dressed in the same shirt as the others, but it was obvious that he was eating, working, taking a bath, sleeping, and obviously wherever he could, but mostly drinking. Uncle Vasya was deadly drunk, and from his upper lip hanged a dried dough.
The car seats were covered with a film, Vasu was placed inside and driven. Not sinking, said Uncle Vasya, going out and trying to fall asleep standing, does not affect the speed. However, his colleagues did not allow him to rest. Then Uncle Vasya took the key and put it under the hood. To the timid attempts of the others to say that he was knocking from behind, he responded scrupulously, heavily, four-story. Three minutes from underneath the cap were heard knock-outs, bumping, cries. Then with the words, “Well, fuck,” Uncle Vasya dropped the key and turned off finally.
Guided by the apologizing eyes of all the service staff, I sat in the car and made an honorary circle around the courtyard.
The knock stopped.

Sergeant Petrenko You are not sober!
- Why am I not sober, here is the pharmacy, here is the passport, here is the belt
and security.
Are you going to argue with Sergeant Gai? You are not sober.
Let us understand. Is there a pharmacy? Is there a passport? Is there a belt?
There is even a towel. Why am I not sober?! to
Where is the car?