XXX: I can not. It is gesture. It is wonderful
Aunt in a neighbor’s shop says that young people are boring – they’re going to get into gadgets. We ran, jumped, cut hemp, then dried, frozen, and then ate. It was so great.

M: I know you.
Yes, I know you too.
M: I would like to know more.
I will think...

Sometimes, you wake up in the middle of the night, in the dark you hit a cat, you touch him to move toward yourself, and he is unnaturally soft! This is only the case when the animal has recently died. You start to inhibit him that there is strength, but he does not react. You feel the horror-softened body and realize that your cat died for unknown reasons. In one jump you find yourself at the switch, in this second of such a powerful charge of horror and fear on your head has time to appear the thread of gray hair, the light is turned on, and this sleepy furry cheek looks at you, cuddles and does not understand what happened - you slept well!

I work in an auto parts store. My desk is at the window, the windows go out to the parking lot in front of the office.
The next customer arrives, we begin to order and he dictates the necessary goods:
"Colds, discs, oil, etc..."
Suddenly, a deaf blow and the sound of something broke out from the window. Behind the window unfolding Gazelka drove back into one of the parked cars.
The client turns his head, looks into the window for 5 seconds, and with a light and relentless voice continues:
"... and the left lighthouse"

Meanwhile, the company is in business again. I saw a pedophile in the hardening.

I think somebody is watching me.
What did you take?
I am currently writing in word, and he answers me.

In design, all the rules are also written with blood, and this blood is from the eyes.

Apolonold: there was the idea to make the entrance to his apartment from the balcony...the second floor. the height of about 3 meters...just you can go out directly to the parked car...naturally to make the stone staircase here problematic with documents..I would be easier to spray something like a descending staircase...with perils..in the raised state he just would not bother anyone..drive from the ordinary electricity, plus to it the controller du..with electricity disruptions does not happen, well on the edge there is always an entrance from the entrance...thought the resemblance of an elevator...but I don't know what to bring the platform
Andy-aaa: To be honest, I never understood why to walk across the balcony?
Victorian: I had a neighbor cutting a cave in the basement and walking through the basement. In the neighboring apartment sold drugs, on the third floor of the car. Then someone is beaten, then cut, then carried out, or just into the mess drunk with dirty urine and blood.

Yoga is not a recursion.

Buried in the setting of Ubuntu, periodically swallowed tea.
Then I noticed that I fell into recursion: I want to go to the toilet - I want to go to the toilet - I want to go to the toilet - I want to go to the bathroom - I want to go to the toilet - I want to go to the toilet - I want to go to the kitchen - I want to go to the toilet - I want to go to the kitchen - I want to go to the toilet - I want to go to the toilet - I want to go to the toilet - I want to go to the toilet - I want to go to the toilet.

This is a cycle!! to

The peasant women had no choice: they worked hard in the field, and they gave birth at least fifteen times, so that at least five Demushks survived. At the same time, without any of these your childcare leave.

Mom went to the store "Fresh Meat" and went out impressed. The seller on the main counter laid out "From March 8!" meat. The women who enter this quiet basement store on Rjabinova street are really impressed, no indifferent.

When our Hindus call the Indian tech support, they insult it: “Damn Indian tech support!”

On the subject of names...

In 94 we moved from a military town in the depths to Minsk. Since the house was still rented, and we were already expelled from the office housing, we lived with my aunt in the village. The times were hungry and poor, but I was given a cup of sweets. The choice in the store was modest, but it is wrong to complain. My attention was attracted by a mushroom of baked beets with a glaze on the hat. Cheap and angry. Hopping through the price card, I gave the seller a coin with the words:"Give me candlestick mushrooms". The saleswoman surprisingly raised her eyebrows, but knowing that I was a tribe of the director of the school, I did not dare to argue. As a result, after a month, everyone bought the mysterious fungus candritis and did not freeze.

The fact that everything is not so, I understood already seven years later, finding the same delight in Minsk with the price "Gribb condit.". I was very surprised that the mushroom turned out to be confectionery. It quickly fell out of his head.

And after a fifth year, I went to my aunt and when I went to the store, I saw a price note with the inscription "Candrit Mushroom". With a laugh asked the seller (already a commercial store) what "candrit" is. And she showed me a box with the label, where it was written: "Candrit Mushroom". To say that my eyes came out on my forehead - nothing to say. I called the manufacturer and asked. As I explained - since the name was invented by the consumers themselves, the manufacturer has adapted...

And you say the names are incomprehensible :) Those who are interested - look in the surroundings of Rudenska :)

Outsider: In the community of one game about pirates there is a discussion of the problem. In English. Chuvak (in the course of development) says that the game should first buy, and not go to the official forum with problems in piracy. The other does not understand why? How to take and buy?
The first does not stand and writes genius literally:

"At least my help for you will be legit, understand?"

100 years ago, in the villages, women had a choice: to work hard in the field, or to raise children. They chose the second one. It is easier and more interesting. And now a lot of interesting activities, substances of all kinds, and who can explain to a woman why she needs five children?
and----
Women had no choice at the time. And hard work, and pregnancy, and raising children - all at the same time.

Time heals, but the price is deadly.

Old officers know that only salaks and fools are justified. The real military responds to any, even the most unfair reproach of the chief, “yes”, “so sure”, “blame”.
During the Crimean War, the old Field Marshal Paskevich (a war hero from 1812; Nicholas I, who served under his leadership in his youth, called him his "father-commandor" all his life) came somehow to observe the crossing of Russian troops across the Danube. According to the law of wickedness, in front of the eye of the Field Marshal sank one of the pontons of the bridge led across the river. Well, when will the iron be drowned, if not when the boss appears! The old man’s mood did not improve.
And here turned under his hand captain of the fleet Greve, commandered to the Danube army. The man was smart and calm, he had nothing to do with the crossing, but in the head of the field marshal, naturally, the bridge, the water and the naval officer merged together. Paskevitch began to speak to Greve for a bad transit. The captain coldly agreed with all of the commander-in-chief's remarks, repeating after him, "Really bad, your light. Absolutely rightly, your light is disregard, inexcusable omission, and so on.” From each such response, the Field Marshal became more and more angry, and finally, finally falling into anger, shouted:
Who are you!
- The passers, your light, - calmly replied Greve.
The reassured Field Marshal returned on his own, taking with him the "passenger", whom he invited to lunch.

Flowers are not the most practical gift on March 8. A few days and then into the garbage. Another thing is the pig head. This is a soup, and cold, and just beautiful.

xxx: you are bad you don't understand in computers))) websites on Ubuntu write a linux shit))

The Diet

> At home, I have two dishes to choose from: vegetables from the steamer or ham without salt.
In the morning there is no choice: cheese or ham without salt.
In the evening, again, the choice is small: kefir or "no fig for the night to eat, brush your teeth and go to bed!"
Therefore, I cannot be invited to visit: I eat a lot.

And I have a hobby: to seduce such a sufferer to temptation, and then watch, will be able to find the strength to stop itself or sadly explode :-D
Because, as it was well said here, "mimimi, the touching helplessness of the girl before her own appetite..."