The fatter the jeep of the mayor, the more winter injury in his citizens!! to

There are things that are just created to give them to people you hate. For example, Sberbank’s badly written pen.

I received a wonderful letter from the tax office. In short, you see, they don’t know where I live. They have problems with my taxation. They sent me this letter home.
and then. On the basis of the Tax Code of the Russian Federation, all information about the registration of a taxpayer at the place of residence comes from the registration bodies (FMS Administration) in electronic form. In this regard, in the following paragraph, I am invited to personally come to the inspection and provide all this information. Schizophrenia is something.

As small...

Why not send priests first to Mars?

They will find and sanctify the water.
......
Because the true believer, when he tries to take off, will crash into the heavens.

All these drugs would be legalized. Nevertheless, everything is eaten, just some - the dosages are more accurate, and the drugs are newer, not registered in the blacklist, and others are tried in the old way.
And if anyone is not interested in watching the battles of cyborgs, then spy stories with excrete exchanges entertain them?
I have to come up with a new show!
Which embassy will import the most drugs to the country?
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I wake up regularly just because I’m asleep. At 5:37, at 5:32, at 5:39. Regularly before the alarm ringing at 5:40.
...
That’s why you’re all normal and hated! He stood up and went to grumble, grumble, knock, knock on the door...

Ohhhhhhhh
Go out at the intersection of the streets of Adequates and Non-Adequates, turn 90 degrees and go straight.

Oh wow.
In the sky.

I cannot be so stupid.
You just underestimate yourself.

And the Dark Lord turned his eyes to the lands of the west - and the rivers froze, and the fields bleached, and the crocodiles froze in the ice, and the ice-cold iguanas were poured out of the trees.

Button "I want more!" does it mean even more different quotes?
And the feeling that this is a reduction from "I want again the same, only in mix"

I wanted to write that I hate the cold and the melting... but then I sweat. Then the heat. Then sweat again.
I hate the weather at all.

> they laugh at you, the whole world.

It should be said: "Sharovers".

“Well, I’ve burned all my ears like she loves diamonds, how cool and beautiful they are and in general. And I took it the next day and bought an Offigen diamond crown on a cup. The king packed, the batch grabbed and gave her in the evening.
She opened and froze with her mouth open. Then he grabbed the drill and ran to the bathroom.
She pierced a huge hole right in the middle of the mirror, then, passing past me back in full space, stated that I was a horse and could not distinguish diamonds from wolfram carbide. She gave a crown with a drill, and went to cry.
I look inside the crown, and the ring with the stone is not that I glued it inside! Fuck, I think, while she was there drilling the drill, it probably went into the shell. I turned the bath. I broke the syphon. It all broke out. I sit and marry quietly. I hear chickens, infection, behind the back. I look around - looks, beast, with a clever eye and a ring shines on the finger.
Doolingo I look at her.

Well, I don’t think she can distinguish fianite from diamond.

xxx: A barbecue is a great way to lose all the documents together.

Yyy: I’ve heard it’s called a heart attack.

Dialogue at work during the preparation of tender documentation for the state company:
- It is very difficult to comply with all the conditions of this quotation request, this tender only Satan can win, bringing everything on paper... there will be something in the style:
Lawyer: - Something I don't see here the signature of the blood of the nine-year-old with a blue seal?
I – here is she.
Lawyer: -Sure, well, but why did you go not backwards, paragraph 358 of section 94 letter D of the quotation request?
I'm sorry I'll go out and go as I'm supposed to.
Lawyer: - Well, but next time without Marrakech, we will not accept anything from you!
Dada understood
Lawyer: Where is your goat? Did you bring him at all?
Yes, he is in the corridor.

The stove has its disadvantages - the uneven heating of the house, the products of combustion in the air (at least with a good stove, but still they are), some amount of physical exercise (two bags of wood a day and a truck of wood once a year) and trained automation to remember that wood must be thrown. But it has its advantages - you can turn off the water, electricity or gas, but no stove will turn off your oven!

For some reason, the window to the West, to take over the good, we cut a small, and the bubble pipeline to the offshore - a hollow diameter...

Our country is something.

We are used to spending our holidays on the beach in the Krasnodar Territory or praising Karelia da Baikal with Seliger.

And I want to share my impressions of Vorkuta.

I went, I could say, on a trip there.



The first surprise is mosquitoes. No to mosquitoes.

It is just 3.14 children of the universe scale.

Tasting jeans at once. And they don’t fly around with the hint that they’re going to bite now – they don’t eat.

I just saw you, you’re a star. The FAS.

Bite with direct pickling. The shit.



The second is the tundra. A huge green sea of grass.

There are clouds - the Urals are not visible, there are no clouds - the Urals are here. And before them, a minute, more than 100 km.



I came in summer. You get out of the train, hot. +20 is there. Everyone in their upper clothes goes on.

I think what for?

I didn’t take my jacket with me. And after half an hour it fell under the snow - the wind changed (tundra, like the sea). When it was south, it was hot.

When I went from the North Pole, I was barely frozen like the Germans in the 41st.



Many homes start from the 2nd floor.

But the streets are straight and the cleanliness in the city is perfect.



The people there are working real.

Workut, hello to you!

An avid citizen in an Odessa restaurant timidly touched the hand of a man wearing a coat:
“Sorry,” he spoke. Are you not Rabinovich?
No is! He whispered that.
“You know, I’m Rabinovich, and you’re wearing my coat!

XXX: And another man was successfully transplanted a pork. Do you know what this means?
YYY: Is he now trading in the calash line?