Comments to the article that the driver, who was previously deprived of the driving license for drunk, crashed into a tree:
1: Here you are the wicked, not the hero you do not know, write all kinds of shit.When you have gas snack, I wonder what you will do?? to
Drosophil: I hit the grip and the brakes. No is?
Uno-momento: You see, you explained to the comrade that there is a brake pedal in the car, and he did not know, thought that the brake is only behind the wheel.
Drusophilus: explained, what’s the point? We interfere with actual drivers by driving around the city 50-60-70. Specific brakes
itsuken: the box in the neutralizer and the brake press, I understand that it is very innovative but you try

The Parental Forum.

My son demobilized yesterday: Yahoo!: Describes his impressions: "I go to the subway, and there people, people, people :shock: and all do not build walk" :P

by a_supergirl

The baby sneezes, I roast blades and boil cabbage
I cannot take him in my hands. Singing, cuddling and
The rocks are no longer rescued.
will be allowed. I want to please the baby.
The most unsuccessful way:
I turn my face to him and several times, dancing under the song of winnie-pooh, touching him.
I show him my t-shirt and my breasts.
Danishimo smiles, and I answer him.
The air kiss. and
Then I noticed the neighbor’s face.
From the house opposite...

You can go on, foolish.
Your energy has done everything right. In this case, they work together: one at the top, the other holds the craving (as he organized). In case of loss of balance and fall, the "up" hangs on the seat belt or at least extinguishes the fall inertia (if the "down" is weak or with poor reaction). Without a blockage, he flies away wherever in the posture of a karaoke and breaks down everything that is about everything that will turn. After this, your bosses go under the court, and "top" in the best case sits in a wheelchair (taking into account the specified height).
And you continue to roast, yes.
Don’t forget to follow Instagram.

He was placed in Magnet, engineering position. Echir asked how I feel about recycling, the fairness of the calculation of p/p, why I resigned from the previous job. The feeling that I am being accepted into a social network or group, not for work.

A Chinese man decided to assimilate in Russia. He studied Russian and married. He calmly learned to treat the whistle when new acquaintances heard his name (completely decent for China). But when his wife became pregnant, he moved to Zack to change his name. Because when he is... ui - it can be endured, but when the son is... uevich - it is already a disaster.

It is good to return, and then do not wait for mercy.

I go on the bus. The guy is sitting opposite. It looks fine, dressed with taste. His grandmother is sitting next to him. A typical representative of the urban subclass. And between us there are three boys, looking 14-16.
We approach the stop, the guy rises up, getting a little bit on the go, and here he fell out of his pocket a few five-thousand notes. Her grandmother’s eyes burned, and the other passengers were stressed too. I even had a vicious thought. And the teenagers, quickly seated on the place of the already jumping grandmother, raised the money and shouted the already outgoing guy. He turned around, saw the money in their hands and quickly seized his pockets. The money was returned to the owner.
A couple of minutes later, the grandmother said:
Herod is evil, neither to himself nor to an elderly woman.
It is answered with an epic phrase:
We are a lost generation.
It was quiet in the bus.

Rose imitates an orgasm, trying to have a serious relationship with Yasha.
And Yasha imitates a serious relationship, the idea of having an orgasm with Rosa.

To the quarrel about physical training and "everything can be fixed with a clutch". I have been eating this brain for about 12 years since the hormones went off. I found my ass in all directions, I sit on hormones from and before. But the surroundings sincerely believed that it was all from laziness and the wrong diet. Even relatives who saw what I ate often gave pearls, we may not see how you eat a kilogram of candy every day. I take it straight from the air. Then my aunt’s hormones flew.With all the outcomes. The one who all my life laughed at my face, ticking her ass with her waist, and convinced me that you cannot not eat, and still be full, you can not smell in the hall an hour a day (the barrel is not for me - the vessels do not withstand) and do not lose weight, I just have no willpower, and she has, and therefore to her turn, and I am not a liquid of the marriage market. And now it turns out to her and the sport does not help (instead of once a week, it needs to be every day in any weather and in any well-being), and she wants to eat like never in her life, and can not stop (blin, how do I do it?) And the fatigue is such that it is hard to sit, and the mood is constantly bad, and she sleeps like a snail. Well, and I can handle it, right?

Mom and Dad! Would you give me a drone for my birthday?

Why is it for you, baby? You have Carlson.

XXX: In the silent mouth the devil goes - it's about her
YYY: No... In silent horror the devil prays – that’s exactly about her! :D

Do you think Russian culture stands on the son of his father Huikina? by Shenderovich? Ludmile’s mother is her street? Basilashvili and "forgive us" Ahedjakova?

and Nihira.

Russian culture is based on a forty-year-old aunt from the provincial D.C., who teaches children to draw at a rate of 6000 rubles. On a heavily drunken uncle from the same DC who drags teenagers from the street into a rock band and choir. On a hipstered boy from a culture school, putting in the same DC shows with high school girls in love with him and two unpopular teenagers. At five students who teach street dances with children. On a girl-songwriter after a pedwitz, teaching to grind crafts of plasticine and cones, and in the evening teaching her aunts Indian dances.

Xxx: Now I was running through the park with my smartphone, penetrating through the bushes and doing other crazy things. by Belkago!
Do you eat something? 😉
Xxx: ))) You didn't understand, I naturally tried to scratch the protein in our park
Xxx: white.jpg
YYYYYYYYY

to this
I would normally treat the hobby of my ex-husband if he thought that I could have other hobbies besides cleaning and cooking for his Highness, and all the claims arose only after the wedding, before that each lived at his own. Any trips anywhere without him - "a prostitute", attempts to pull him out - "I am tired and I want to rest, got, and in general, go cook dinner", any expenses on a hobby - "a commercial straw" (although I worked and earned equal with him).
Six months later, filing for a divorce, I learned that I was bored after the wedding, recovered (the subscription to the scavenger was worth, in his opinion, unbearable 12 thousand), and I sit at home all the time.

Were you married to my ex?

with Vima
sh0tek: "the corvette placement ceremony was held "Driddy" - the following will be "Clear" and "Concrete"

>> has not been castrated.
>>And, shit, everything that can be tagged - everything must be tagged, and nothing can beat it out of it.
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Do you have such a complex violation of logic that you do not even see this elementary connection?

We went with the little one after school. He bought himself loops, screws, screws, thread, chain, nails. The warnings that Dad had everything did not take action.
I wonder why all this is small?
When did the nails, rope and rope hinder the sixth grade?

Everyone "ku" from Danish

And the gym and especially the poldence are good for almost everyone. Yes, only from such physical loads in women somewhere do the breasts. Remember, how many athletes can boast a bust? The back, the stomach, and the legs. and the chest, if there was, dissolves without a trace ((( personal observations of familiar athletes / densers

In this regard, I have never fought, because as there were no mammals before poldence, there were no afterwards. Sometimes, under the influence of general hysteria, the thought flashed - not whether to make breasts, but by sober reflection, weighing all for and against, always came to the fact that I did not need it. But each his own. One request to the owners of elegant busts, natural and artificial - do not have so much contempt for those who, from your point of view, are less lucky with size and shape, and who do not want or can not change this surgically. All these "acne on the ribs", "bidons", "ploskodonki", "ears of spaniel" do not paint in the first place their owners, but you, these expressions of those who use them.

xxx: I got the quantity on the kW meter, boiled a 10 litre pot of water. Shut off the gas. I checked that the counter did not move.

YYYY: A full circle. So if the multivarka cartoon will not cook, then I will be angry!