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22nd April 2016.
"In the Kamchatka reserve, Sabo Sigismund hugged the stolen and stuck while fleeing". You read, Vladimir Vladimirovich, you read.

Oh yeah yeah yeah! If you argue, I will close the topic.
We do not argue, we give birth to the truth.

XXX: Imagine what you dreamed today – as if I was in the body of a Woman (the former).
YYYY : YYYYYY What did you do in his body?
Xxx: Something... played with the hook, of course. You look down and there stands, and from the side to the side so DYLYN-DYLYN-DYLYN.

When after 45 on porn began to stand less vigorously, at first I was afraid that it was a problem with the member. But after a while I realized that it was in my head. Imagination is no longer what it was in youth. You look and see what you see and know, not what a fresh, unbeaten, inflamed brain has invented.

"Realize your dream trip to Khimki" Spam came to me... So here’s what I’m dreaming about...

A man knows exactly what he should do, whether he is Trump, but he doesn’t know what he should do, whether he is himself.

No, the problem is that most of your children are moral wicked, and you don’t do anything about it.

Why do they do. They are taught that without a puppy and life is bad, that a man should only not go into his ass, and the rest is all to the face, that everything is possible and the other commandments of the puppy. Not that without this “education” their animals would have been better, by no means. The problem is that they seriously believe that these mono-zekov life principles are popular wisdom of centuries, worthy of transmission in generations.

I visited the street today and concluded: in the hell for glasses there is always wet snow.

Reader: There is such a pseudo-transmission on YouTube "Stopham". There hamas - professionals rush to hamas - amateurs.

Even if it is late, but the Lenin date is not.

Volodya, I have a question for you.

Yes to Nadja?

What kind of Lenin are you and not Nadine?! to

<Valery> Fuck, I just put the washing machine in the refrigerator instead of the washing machine. Sometimes I feel like I’m lagging behind.
<vik> heh. This is with me all the time.
<Valery> Do you also put the laundry in the refrigerator?
<vik> Nea, I always feel like you’re lagging behind.

Usually the best does not get the most decent, but the most efficient.

The story began very sadly. My father died and I inherited his car - a loophole Zaporozhye with a black square number with a funny number 03-62 cop. And I was then a young driver and a student, lived in a community and had to drive this miracle from a distant town to Moscow. I was a purely nominal driver. Type on the rights handed over to a girlfriend in Shatur, where they taught very specifically - type and what to learn, sit down and ride on this ground outside to that garden. The experience and knowledge of the PDD was appropriate. And here I in July of the month loaded on the luggage bag of Zaporozhye a dermantin suitcase, skies and a torcher touched the Yaroslavl highway to Moscow. On the way, I suddenly picked up and pulled out the gear switch. I just took it and stayed in my hand. Glad I guessed I just stopped the drandulate with the ignition key. Half an hour of female reflection on the design and the lever is stuck in a hole and tied with a ribbon so that it does not fall to some piece inside. Then my rear brake cylinder breaks and I without brakes with a leaked steering wheel through Yaroslavl to some service for tractors. I also brake the ignition key. How I found myself alive, I only now remember trembling of horror. Maybe the brain was missing. A local tractorist filled the brakes and dumbly hit the nail in the cylinder, sealing the leak. Driving this way, maybe you’ll get there, said a good car mechanic. I ch - I went almost without brakes, with the knowledge of PDD on empty ground roads straight to Maskva. If you stop, you have to go. GAI blocked the track, everyone is standing - and I can't stop, I drive around the drivers behind the haishnikov standing and on my shoulder sludge sludge past the haishnikov heated I proudly eat on an empty road and proudly go out to the MKAD. Yes, I don’t just go out, but I block the road to a pathos cortex of black Volg and Chaek with motorcyclists at the head. They said they then carried some president from Zagorskaya Lavra to the Kremlin. Probably the appearance of a proud lonely Zaporozhye with a dermantin suitcase and skis on the roof in July and a young sad girl in a black mourning cloth and a dress behind the wheel made an indelible impression on the inhabitants of the court. Yes, so they followed me for five minutes slowly and without overtaking. The road was then very narrow and not always two-band. And only then, when the second strip opened, the cortex majestically overtook me without shaking the sticks. No one whispered or whispered!! And so I continued a lonely journey along the road cleaned for me. What do you do, there was virtually no rush.

Now it is hard to believe this, but everything described is pure truth to the last fifth.

You are so thin...how are you eating?
Same as you, only half a bit less.

English courses, lessons on the topic "shopping". Dialogue between a teacher (D) and a student (C). The student pronounces several sentences, operating the substantive "gates".
D: What is it? The Gads?
Goods... goods... goods.
D: O_o * writes the word goods* on the board
D: The Gu-uds The Gu-uds Not to Gads.
C: Oh shit... and I used it everywhere... I need to call, or it’s gone! Maybe they can fix it! Someone is writing in the phone.

S is currently writing. 42-year-old Rudkovskaya looks like her son's mate.14-year-old boy looks like a 42-year-old nightmare.

Today we have witnessed an interesting theory of origin.

The subway, a pair of a boy and a girl of a mongoloid exterior, the narrow eyes of the girl makes you think about whether there are eyes. The couple quarrels and the guy calls the girl a stupid sheep. She quiets for a moment, and very slowly, with a clear setting, asks the question: "You know why the goddess gave me such narrow eyes? “!” The guy quietly looks at her, not understanding anything. Having endured the MHAT pause, she continues: "This is for me not to crack when I'm looking for your member."

I have 2 photos on Vkontakte: mine and my cat. When VKontakte turned on the view count function, I learned that the cat has three times more views than I have.

Belarusians will soon be able to visit Brazil without visas

XXX: Gone by
Yyy: Yes, there is gangsterism, according to rumors, there is no one leaving unrestrained.
zzz: keep money in Belarusian rubles. Let them steal. They are worse.
xxx: we have chased, we will also undermine the Brazil economy))

"As you know, only the most talented musicians and artists work as teachers"

It was offensive now. Yes, let me not be the best artist in the world, but I can explain and talk well with children. And that’s why I work as a teacher, not because they didn’t go anywhere else.
P.S For those interested: there was experience working in both RA and mobile applications.