With #Haber:
Jmann 13 February 2017 at 10:01
Three times in a row I gave my favorite homemade blinking hearts (one repeated and a little reworked. Author Igor from the site chipenable ), then on March 8, then on February 14. In the end, she married my husband.

czA 13 February 2017 at 11:51
I wanted to do it, but now I’ll think about it) thank you guys!

I’m telling a story about the 90s:
- He went somehow in business, everything was proper, took Xusha with him...
One lady asks:
Is it Oksana or Xenia?
This is Axis.

What could be better than mutual love, a healthy lifestyle and a happy future?
Maybe only prostitutes, bullshit and drugs, and a motorcycle.

xxx: Vodka, cream and condensate are mixed, then mixed in a blender and left for 15-20 minutes. During this time, the mixture is infused, and it can be poured into a glass.

Wait for 20 minutes? Who will endure this?

Trying to lose weight in the ass, running is stupid. Because you can’t escape from a thick ass anyway, it’s always with you, it’s always behind you.

This is snobism pop!

I am a 3.11. But the more I see the window and the more I look at the user, the stronger my longing for the times when having a compass meant the necessity of intelligence, the ability to read manuals and THINK.

The computer is a tool. Someone is conditionally striking their nails, and someone is building the Mars ships. Let us now forcibly teach people the ability to build Mars ships, when they have not given up on anything except to nail. And if they do not want, then they can also nail them to ban what they intend.
To me, as a programmer, it is unlikely that someone uses a powerful machine exclusively for the "contact". I don’t mind when the car is so clever that I can’t just sit down and run and not adjust the working environment for hours or even days. They made it easier for me, so they made it easier for me too. Like "macodov," I can just open the terminal on any mac, just install sublime or atom, just scratch in the chrome console, and just run the server from the command line. Through the thorns to the stars – great, but why are these thorns singing as an end in itself? Do you have to go or go?

Yesterday I sat at the dentist, a doctor from the neighboring office came in and laughed and cried. He tells me that he drills a tooth to a man, and he closes his mouth and begins to scratch. It turns out he just fell asleep. The man told me how he got to life like this. They had two sons, well, they really wanted a daughter, decided and gave birth to a twin, boys, now he has four sons two jobs and the body instantly falls asleep, if he takes a horizontal position and the body is upset, what they do with him, jump, kick and the sound of the drill machine is not so disgusting. The doctor put the seal on him, although the patient was already sitting.

Lesya: I'll share... yesterday evening I mixed the paste on the biscuit for my husband's name cake, the daughter turns around, I got the vinegar, Tase says: "It's a terrible poison." The daughter rounded her eyes and ran quietly to her father. And he already tells him: "Mom added poison to your cake"

Ha, don’t believe that the doctor can be frightened by the road to the morgue...for them this is quite an ordinary place of lectures, classes, work, and no dark thoughts, like a homeric hoax, does not cause...but here my husband has been travelling, probably, since the year when he came before me and saw a note on the table – “I’m in the morgue.” Then I learned to call there without trembling in the voice. Then he went in. Well, I worked there to do something.

My husband, when I was leaving, just sent me a photo of the space being explored, on it I surrounded the claiming thing, which "there is no her there, I watched." And I still, being in the visits of my parents, I get into Daddy's reality and not notice the things that the mother discovers with a self-satisfied look.

Envy and hatred arise from one’s own nothingness.

I will tell you about childhood memory. Childhood is school time. I spent this wonderful time in the north of the Baikal. There is a small village near my heart. And there was in that village, in my opinion, the ONLY representative of the militia - Ivan Perfilyevich. Statue of Statue of Statue. Here, to God, there was no more police station. He alone, in all his appearance, even simply instigated respect for order. And in the area of his site was the settlement of the Events. All the guys are good, but how they drink is trouble. unstable in this case. They disappeared for six months in the taiga, mining sable. In Soviet times, a good sable was in the price of the car "Zaporožec". When they were earning after the season - the hunters were all excellent, the head went around from the sum of even stronger people. And in the friends-evens, obviously, began to wash this matter. After a couple or three drinks, the rifle was simply displayed in any direction from the window and shot in the light of God as in a pipe. In response, he immediately flew. Within a few minutes, the whole village turned into a theater of war. None of the residents have been injured all the time. Imagine what happened at that time in the village. After some time, the secretary of the council reached the phone and called not in the council or the district department of the militia, but simply home to Ivan Perfilyevich. He sat on the motorcycle "Ural" and moved to the place of "fighting". The distance was only 18 km. Time to get there, half an hour. When the news that Ivan Perfilievich was going to the village was delivered to the fighters, they stopped all combat activities and hid in the surrounding taiga. And only the next morning, trembling and calm returned. This is how only one name Ivan Perfilyevich acted. His memory and respect. This is how not mentions, but police officers should work. A simple chief, andined order throughout the district.

The Russian Deputy!

Your colleagues have obtained Ukrainian citizenship, they have plenty of salt, they eat borscht and can buy hamon and parmesan, which you have been deprived of by the bloody political truck Putin! This card is a pass. Show her and your parliamentary mandate to the Ukrainian border guard. He will take you to friends.

I have a mactepskaya pο peemοнтy κompyatepnοi texniκi. B οcnοvnκm κntsy οntsy κvaptala, κοgda mntam nyzhnοpοvcκvcκvcοvcκvcκvcκvcκvcοvcοvcκvcοvcκvcκvcκvcκvcοvcοvcκvcκvcοvcκ Mnοgie nοmepa yže zapοmnil, pοeτοmy cpazy οτecho:
– CEVVICNıy priceτp! Οτdel οbclynutrition ΟBEΠ!
“Then go thı na Χ...! and thyκs

What do you know about home shock? I am a lot nowadays.
A household shock is when you go home, pretending a plan for cleaning, washing and other feats. You open the door, and you are met: thundering rock and roll, which is sung from the kitchen, the swab, the roofed floor, the bathroom shining from the floor to the ceiling, the splash of water, the topot, the cuddled cats, the wart in the trainers with a patch in the tattooed hands and the phrase: "Dear, don't talk under your feet, I'm in the mood to clean up. Go there, nail paint what".

Eeeeeeeeeeee Well what. I sit beautifully on the side. Oh and Eve.It is :)

A friend told me that her mother had a British cat. Her mother sprinkled her ears about him. Then she came to visit her mother for two weeks, lived for a week and then remembered: "My mother has a cat!" And for a few days I really believed that the cat did not exist, and my mom got the sum. There is a bowl, there are dishes, there is no cat. It turned out that this clever pop almost a week and a half ran to her exclusively behind her back, like in cartoons. · ·

Let us mark the recursive cocktail as X. Let us compile the equation:
X = 0.2 Alcohol + 0.3Water + 0.5H transfer all unknown in one direction
X-0.5H = 0.2alcohol + 0.3water
0.5X = 0.2alcohol + 0.3water×2
X = 0.4 alcohol + 0.6 water
That is, a recursive cocktail is a water TCDD

Look, we are cooking potatoes. We get “fried potatoes”, with one “n”, order. Another case: we roast the potatoes and decided to add mushrooms to it for taste. Then we have a dependent word and we get "fried potatoes with mushrooms", with two "n", but it seems that everything is logical. Or maybe the case when we roasted the potatoes, put it on a plate and decided to add mushrooms. It turns out “fried potatoes with mushrooms”, and here again one “n”. It all depends on when you add the mushrooms.

The root of my problems with Russian is the inability to cook.

I have a familiar couple. He is phlegmatically slow.
It is choleric and hot. Some moments of their communication are very interesting.
The Conversation :
He is slowly:
Yesterday in short.
She (without any difficulty entering the entire phrase):
Whoever is shorter, those houses are sitting.
He (also relentless, all on the same breath):
I sit at home...

(Of the fact that men focus on looking at objects but can’t find them)
I was assaulted by my husband that I was the last to take his screws, and now they are not. I helped him search for screwdrivers around the house for an hour - they didn't find it. The next day I needed something and put it on his toolbar. And yes, they were there, in their place. He simply did not see them.
NN: Well it is logical. The tools were touched by a woman and now they are cursed until someone points them to a man.