Go fuck your gay guys. They threatened. Do you have dogs in your city? You are not given the right passage, you are caught in the ass, you are trying to fuck in the entrance? Or are these your dreams and are you fighting with them in this way? Have you ever seen a gay?

Our school soldier, telling about his naval youth, did not forget to add: "Well, you were not alive at that time."

He tricked to leave the car at the entrance for the night not only not locked, but also with all the windows open - not the button on the key pressed. The morning came out - no one touched anything, even a bright box on the back seat in place. Nearby was parked some "Matisse" from the delivery of pizza, the driver asked:
What, was she standing there at night?
Yes you can imagine! Here I am stupid... But nobody pulled anything out, everything is fine.
What you want, Mosquito!

In the summer, he worked as a loader and made himself some kind of breadth with belts, which makes it much easier to transfer bags.

In the end, he did not break and did more than others.

They wanted to pay less!

"I wasn't tired at all, but the men were out," and the men wanted to leave at all.

Eventually he left there.

This is so.

and here I look at another fantasy-hnu, and there girls in armor, with forged under each chest cone / sphere.. think thought 1 - rather than it was easier to forge one band on 2 chests, well, like the tricking maid stretches from left to right, from the forehead to the forehead, and forge easier, and the metal is less. Then the thought moves on - and how to jump in this metal on the cones? Well, the breasts will be fighting for the construction. This is thought-2. The girls are sorry. Then I think - in the Middle Ages such girls were encrypted that they were defks. Thus, the breasts were swallowed, that is to say, worn. But then why all these serial seco-constructions? In general, am I sick on the breasts, am I too technological, and what do you think?

I am going to get a new one in Letoal. I have an interesting smell, but there is no tester. Suitable for consultants:

There is no test. Listen to the toilet water. They are very similar.

All of this is observed by some baby aged (5-6), whose mother is looking at the bottles nearby.

The child out loudly speaks to the whole room:

My mom said it was like ice cream. Lies are everywhere!

As a child, I had a book "Petrovich and Patapum", or rather, a whole series of five stories. They were written by Roman Kamushkin (the first parts were co-authored with Alexander F. Sklar, by the way) and stunningly illustrated by Marat Votsayev. Honestly, these books are so good that it feels like they came here from a different reality.
So, in the last, fifth (in my opinion, it was called “Petrovich and Patapum in the Land of Ghosts”), the same Dark Lord on the black unicorn acted.

Two-headed black unicorn

xxx> The entire production department is managed by an ancient such comp. The monitor is connected to ELTCH 29". Young people always make an indelible impression.
xxx> One day another boy came from a fairly decent schoolgirl.
xxx> I will not work for that, he says. They are radioactive. For health, he says, it is very dangerous.
yyy> And the acid tanks and sulfur in the techprocess do not bother him?

Covorking at the metro in the center please advise
Funny jokes about McDonalds
ZZZ: Driving up

One day I suddenly understood the phrase “the closer the spring, the shorter the girls’ sweat.” When crossing through the debris of wet and dirty snow, on the ankle dive into liquid dirt (later it will be called loci), trying to leave clean at least the coat. So, my shirt was stretched about to my thighs, although in general it was to my knees. It is spring, but...

Children and Bananas

and Mom! There, Dad drowned with a banana bone!
Where are the bones in the banana?
I have swallowed!

I sleep at night.
Wow: wrap your forearm with lidocaine, then cut off a piece of your hand and give it to the cat.
WOW: Yes
WOW: It’s not here
Tagged: forgive
Fuck to Fuck...
WOW: I don’t even know how to explain.

There are far more women in the world than men, and men still pay for sex.

He went to Walmart in Fargo, North Dakota. Long time not there. Immediately struck in the eyes the presence of new cashier girls. Wrapped in the abbeys, in t-shirts. The faces are not pure Arabs, obviously from somewhere in North Africa. There are 10 people in the room.

I broke up and went to one of them. The name on the bayik is completely unspoken, the language - apparently recently arrived. Well, okay, I didn’t talk to her for life, counted, and let’s, witnesses. I counted, stocked everything, left a package with a couple of pork steaks. He says, “I can’t scan it.” I see what the problem is, I think the label is broken. No, everything is in place. I am confused, asking what it is. He said, “This is pork.” Thank you, I understand it’s pork, but why can’t you scan it? The shallow thought - a Muslim, pork... I wanted to offer myself to scan, but decided that it was idiotic, it can not be.

It turns out, maybe! A Muslim cashier cannot touch packed pork. A minute later a guy came, scanned it and put it in my bag. I am in shock!and c)

I am a creature tolerant to impossibility, I judge people not by their skin color or accent, but by their actions. I respect a fellow Negro or Arab much more than a pale landlord sitting on a velfer. But then I began to suspect that something was going wrong. How can you take a person into the store who can’t take the goods in hand? Why do you go to work when there is a terrible pork around you?

Try it at the mosque. (c) Imagine a white girl being taken to work in an Arab country, who can’t take a lamb in her hands! A dozen girls in the room. And the local Ahmed runs between them, scanning them a lamb.

It will destroy the tolerance of Europe with America, hears my heart.

I admire the female intuition. I took a friend’s phone to call because my phone was unloaded, telling my wife that I would be delayed. She took the phone, and I, having no time to say anything, heard, “Yes, my unsaturated frog.” How did she know that I was calling?! to

Review of Will Smith's New Trailer:
Here, Smith has gotten into something fantastic again! I hope it will be a movie...

xxx: repair our department of economic sciences
xxx: dust, dirt, ruin, desolation, "currrrrrrrva" spread from the clubs of whites
I went to Robert.
Robert will turn off the computer.
XXX is not. His mother is a supercomputer. Two in the universe of such, the other in the department of applied physics.
Robert collected data for two years and beat computer time for another two months. He loaded terabytes of data there and threatened to solve the puzzle of short-term currency hikes. The computer was running for a day and 33% completed the operation. Nobel is not beyond the mountains.
XXX: There are some plebeys with paper.
xxx: When I went in, he embraced the computer and threatened to burn here all the heroes that the leadership puts on the advancement of economic science.
XXX: What is it?
The times are changing, but the persecution of thinkers is only taking more and more perverted forms.

If you have a sick heart and doctors say there is no hope, don’t despair, act, sell out the rest of your healthy organs.

Zzz: So, ladies and gentlemen, we have defeated unemployment in our country. The case for the small remains to beat the unemployed.

Cats and nightmares

I felt the legs of my handed poppy another year through a dream on my shoulder after she died. And the nightmare began when I finally woke up and realized that she wasn’t there and that it was just a glitch of the nervous system :( Appreciate your furry while they’re around.