If you attach an empty wallet to your ear, you can hear the Government of the Russian Federation whisper in it.

On the hickey news about cowards with navigation, vibrating when a person needs to turn.
FirExpl: The phrase “Jope, I hear, we are there” begins to gain a new meaning)

Happy Birthday, I wish you happiness and health!!! to
Shall be saved! :D
I want to find a husband 😉
This is the most painful mouse. 😉
And the breasts are bigger!
And now I have a fifth...

Of course, if I call you Gondon, I mean reliability, integrity and a delicate banana aroma.

In high school, she lived with her grandmother in a private house. Not in the village, just in the city district of private construction. They ate mostly shop food, plus what grows in a small garden (grown not so much - a area of risky farming, you know).

One day a relative came to visit us. The salad served for lunch - ordinary, cucumbers with tomatoes and vegetable oil - impressed him just to the depths of his soul. Natural immediately feels, not that this is your buying nonsense, grown on chemistry! The soul is invested! To say that the cucumbers were bought in the nearest vegetable (sovdepovsky, with iron grid boxes and the smell of wet soil), and our own in that year all frozen to the damn grandmother during the spring frosts, we did not become. Why ruin a person’s impression?

Where is the soup?
On the balcony. Cut yourself as much as you want.

The great Russian theatrical director Stanislavsky said that there is the truth of life, but there is the truth of the scene. They need to be distinguished.
My daughter once said that if I don’t let her go on a date with her tattooed motorcyclist, she’ll go to the extreme — she’ll leave the house forever, where her eyes look.
It could be the truth of life.
But she had already gone. Translated from her language, it meant going to a girlfriend for a couple of hours and watching a video, buying cakes.
This is the true scene.

Korneevna: And we have coffee from the coffee machine, and cookies, and fruits, and glazed cheeses, and sausage, and cheese, and toaster, and bread for it. Sorry, three vacancies are just open for my project, no people can find :D

DyadyaVadya: I know how to eat all of the above. Am I suitable for you?

S is seed!
Do you want to do it, Barry?
NSU is slow! I raised you...Where did you raise my eyes? What I am... A! There was a dive in the car salon - do not worship, fucks. I see through my eyes – I learned, and not worship... Something to do, Semen...
There is a site such a special-s...
PS: This is outrageous again! I will shut down the internet for you, Holloway! Okay, joke... So go write – taught literacy? I will say what.
Listen to me tonight!
N.S. I’ve just broken you up... right now! Yes... I almost forgot – hint there who needs to – 1% as usual. Walk now...

The rural products
I remember how I, a city child, first came into a real village home only as an adult. In the refrigerator, I found something in the bank that resembled a slice. That is, it was possible to turn the open bowl and it, frozen, did not fall anywhere. I almost wanted to burn an egg on it, as the housewife told me it was their home cream.
So it’s funny to read about "liquid kefir"

What to do with cattle to make milk smell? If you keep a goat with ten in one barrel with a goat, and the cows are not washed and brought to mastitis - yes, the smell is still. Shop products taste different from rural, of course, but if you take care of animals, poultry and crop - nothing will smell. However, it is also desirable to have straight hands and at least a minimum of knowledge about how to cook them.

In fact, there is a complaint not about the climate, but about the holidays... And judging by your post, you would also be more comfortable to rest in May than in January... Or not?

I am not an author, but I am not. Spring is so good. There is a lot of sun, warm. Much less tired of going to work at +15, than at -20 with almost a polar night. And what, I work from 9, dawn in December-January at 9.10. And sunrise at 16.30, that is, from work at 18.00 you go back into the deep night. The only chance to see the winter sunshine is lunch and weekend. Honestly, I want to kill or get fired 3 years before retirement. Leave our holidays in winter!! to

When I was a child in the village, I was a rare hooligan, I loved to smoke. My parents went to town and left me and my aunt. My aunt went to the garden, sprinkled the carrots, and of course, she took me with her – not to leave one of the demons.

In the garden I then fled somewhere, then hid, which caused my aunt to be angry. Then I got a “good” idea. In the garden was excavated a boiler with water for irrigation. And next to the cottage is a grown hill of land from cottage. I calmly approached the cottage to see my aunt play. And then, when she turned away, I picked up a large stone and threw it into the pebble, wildly crawled and hid behind the hill. After a scream, the stone with a loud rush went under water. And after that, her aunt cried out, she was so frightened that she rushed through the whole garden on a super-sound to rescue her nephew who had fallen into the cave... When she ran, I stood up from across the hill with such a satisfied smile, as if I had just passed through the lively track of four hundred grandmothers.

My aunt did not share my fun and filled me with ringing lilies. Then the parents came and, when they learned about what happened, added to me no less calling counters. My aunt refused to take care of me.

πG7GWGWG

<xxx> yyy: Let’s get up from the different sides of the Gulf of Finland and flash each other’s lights? :D
You will be arrested as a Russian spy and deported to the Russian Federation, me as a Finnish spy.

I was recently transferred to another supermarket. I come there and talk, now I will work with you. I meet my boss, a 35-year-old man. All on the fun such, asks how I’m called, spends the kitchen offers me tea, coffee, splashes the workplace, Says that I should go to him in case of anything, help the nephig to sing. Not a boss, but a story. Weekends and holidays are approaching. Well, and the boss is interested in whether I have someone to mark with, say if one, then come to me, let’s go somewhere. After all, he became my friend. A couple of days later he calls me to a cigarette and we talked about the upcoming holidays, about work, about personal life. And then he asks me a pretty standard question...do I have a family, a girlfriend? Well I answered him yes and yes, bla bla, now I don't meet anyone, well I asked him for decency if he is married. And then he replied, “No, I’m gay!” and suddenly! And we are standing like we are in the smoke, he looks at me, and I look at him. Fuck, Blade is probably the most uncomfortable break in my life. Now I’m wondering if he carried me, or if he’s really a good person.

1st :
It is interesting to find theological lessons in the most ordinary things. Here, the iRobot vacuum cleaner shows how to eliminate the apparent contradiction between divine omniscience and human free will.
In this example, I will play the role of God. I look at the iRobot and I know that in 30 seconds it will enter the wall. Do you know about the obstacle? No, his touch sensor has not yet worked. So I know the future of the vacuum cleaner, but the vacuum cleaner does not know it. Does my knowledge affect the free will of the vacuum cleaner, its algorithm of work? In no way affects, moreover, his "electronic brain" is almost a black box for me.
Will I help the vacuum cleaner when it crashes into the wall? Probably not - he is designed for such situations and will handle it himself. But if it suddenly gets stuck, I will raise my ass and do a miracle (from the point of view of the vacuum cleaner).

Once I was at a show where one really great actor just during the show in the first act dropped his pants. He calmly fixed his suit and continued the monologue.
In the entrance, everyone discussed what was the unusual and fresh decision of this scene by the director, and how the falling pants, entering into a counterpoint with the hero's sparkly monologue, illuminate all the futility and vanity of his life and the morals of the outcast society that surrounds him.
Critics then wrote that the falling pants are a symbol of the fall of the morality of the modern world. This show has even been rewarded.
The trousers fell accidentally. The button just broke.

> A praised natural cream? liquid, similar to kefir.

Stayed? What kind of agriculture did you do? Cream natural, home even close to this description is not worth it. You have been deceived, sweetheart. Per milk unpasteurized for someone and smells (sister does not drink, although the doyarka itself), but everything else is pure nonsense. The chickens are dirty. There are breeds and meat. Home-made eggs are thicker, and the yellow are brighter, you just can’t cook them. And the cream, missed from fresh milk, in half an hour thicker than the store. You were fucked by your "baby Nura and babies Masha". Eat for health your glutamate, it is not harmful at all, as it is painted.

The Taste

I remember when I was at a child’s school in the primary classes at a parental gathering talking about school breakfast. A couple of active moms spoke on the topic that eating these school breakfasts is impossible. The rest were silently silent - the school was large, with its own kitchen, everything was freshly prepared, the children did not complain. I remember, the teacher clarified the situation, explaining that in addition to these two other children eat normally, because cottage, steamed meat with purple or ham and compot is the usual food for them, but those who are accustomed to morning sandwiches and soda drinks, yes, eat badly.

Not even black humor, but bitter irony.
The French journalist Boris Fletio. Excerpts from the article on Wikipedia.
Kidnapped in October 1999 by Chechen separatists during the armed conflict in the region. He was released on June 12, 2000 as a result of a special operation of Russian law enforcement agencies, having spent about 8 months in captivity.
On April 24, 2001, he committed suicide in Paris as a result of a family conflict with his wife.
What kind of wife is that, right? Worse than Chechnya.