xxx: what to do, she doesn't take in the mouth, I am on the verge of divorce
I love you, love you, not you.

N: It is possible to increase production without expanding capacity – sharply, but not for a long time.
N: A similar focus was made by the Germans in the 44m - there was a peak in the production of many types of machinery... due to the abandonment of the production of spare parts and other things that reduced the gross performance in pieces. The Führer was quite pleased, the Soviet staff too - the enemy in the losses of the Count "cause of breakdowns" sharply swelled. Only the German tankers, who dropped their tanks in packs because of the lack of spare parts, were not delighted.

Aaa: Earlier, you could have chastised your grandmother for being fucking on her head. There were times :(

BBB: And it could even have been burned before.

ccc: and even eat before

ddd: and even before pressing a false foot on the thorns and absorbing

Dear advertisers for mailboxes! If you want your advertisement to be read and not thrown into the garbage, make it from soft paper 95x120 mm, preferably two-layer!

I go to the metro. There are not so many people (which are worse). At the third station, a young man enters the wagon, in whose appearance I understand that he is traveling by personal transport, and in the subway... probably not at all. The young man is dressed in an elongated jacket, on the cravate is an inexpensive blade. Lacked portfolio and - attention - truss. He has long light hair, laying back, light-blue eyes and a very hollow look. It reminded me of someone. The car collapsed or the driver became ill.
As I think about where I could see this creature, I notice in front of two girls of 20 years - bags, icons, Slyzerin's colour shell and other entourage that pushed me to some thoughts about what they are judging, looking at this individual. Meanwhile, the creature, rattling, wipes out with a cloth of instructions and takes it with two fingers. One of the girls, trying to maintain seriousness, stands up and gives the phrase:
“Let me give you a place, Mr. Malfoy.
The guys, he sat down! Prior to this, the girl looked at her and shrugged briefly.

Moscow, by my side a guy rushed by on a bicycle, on the wheel he hanged a bag with several portions of ice cream. 30 normal flight

Moscow at 30. The heating system does not exit, so it is wildly cold in the room. My friend had a red nose.
I: Can I call you Rudolph now?
Q: No
I : Why?
It was first called Hitler.
I did not hear any further reasons because I fell under the table.

Once I wrote well about astronauts.I wrote that the profession of a cosmonaut has become a routine.What nobody remembers the list of cosmonauts, few people dream of becoming cosmonauts.All won, as you know, lawyers and dentists.And Bill Gates with his billions simply, like D&G, introduced a new ideal of man.Instead of an athletic cosmonaut-dumb ory, system administrator.So they, the remaining cosmonauts, decided to reward me.
What is it?I asked with horror.
“This is a titanium splash,” the cosmonauts shouted joyfully, “Take it to memory!
I understood that the moment of my shame had come.Only the Guinness Book of Records could pick up this piece.
Take it, take it! – amused the hallI was like in a half-sleep, approached the prize and stressed, knocked it.And then an incredible thing happened.The prize jumped into my hands, like a toy.She weighed almost nothing.It turned out that it was a brand gift of space steel craftsmen.It is a bunch of frozen titanium, fantastically light metal.Only then, when you play such a joke, you understand why space ships still take off at their monstrous sizes.

Love is measured in kilometers.
You just came here again.
No, we started out at the time of the preparation (separate story) for the ND. Before the battle of the curants there was a wild quarrel. But then they all ate, were drunk, and stopped fighting. A few more days were relatively quiet (as far as this applies to my family in general) and this morning I was almost killed.
Stupid question, but for what?
-this is a circus on the exit:I go to the kitchen in the morning,mama makes dishes.and surprisingly kindly offers to have breakfast.knowing mom-was to run immediately.but salads magically disconnect vigilance.I open the closet to take a plate..and he shoots me with a plate!I barely jumped away managed.seemingly someone wrongly pushed her,and the door did not let her fall.this infection manages to break the salad and falls to the floor.I in the shower scrape from my feet a scrapnel, and mom shouts up the roof.short, the enemy of the people and the agriculture has been harmed: it was necessary to catch, and in general, according to the version of moms, Korea I opened the closet and started

You are not cold, right?
YYY: in Tambo for the time being
ZZZ: In the norm
ttt: in Tychoretska by kajuf
Zzz: Chat guys from Moscow suspiciously silent
uuu: What if you have all the norms, and we have 28? and :)

A new officer took the change of the ambulance and went to the challenge. He was not warned that at one address the lady is calling to seduce.

He came, looked at her and then wrote in the report: A shimmering feeling of emptiness in the vagina.

The son (three years old) goes, asks for three cookies, I give two in the number of hands, after a while runs asks for three more.
I’m teaching mathematics: I’ve given you two? How much more do you need to give to be three?
son (a few seconds thinking, changing in the face, letting a light tear): I don’t want one wow.

JF: I think I wanted to think about something.
Unxed : Oh! This is a procrastination in Cuba!
Unxed: You’re here now all the pain of life of the hipster generation described in six words.

Get in your closet.
I can’t, I have Narnia there.
The pork! I tell you.

by TOM. Khrushchev, with his famous "it is not artists, but some kind of pydoras!" clearly showed that yesterday's collective farmers demonstrate special categoricity in the assessments of art. and TOM. Brezhnev with the prisms — that once the collective farmers get any money and power, they strive to dress up with the fashionable "art" and demonstrate "elitary" in every way.
So the dispute between the hipsters and the patriots looks like the dispute between Galina Brezhnevova and Rada Adzhubey...both sides are not sympathetic.

Good morning, a cold morning
Gret: Not so cold.
Heat the car for 10 minutes.
As she warms you run around her.

The thriller “Paparazzi” very well shows how the paparazzi bring the movie star to revenge. The film was directed by Paul Abascal, Mel Gibson’s former hairdresser. He has been shaving Mel for many years, and I can imagine how many sad stories about paparazzi he has heard from him. And it was the hairdresser, with a shaver and scissors in his hands, who could create such a just and vengeant film. And the fact that Gibson himself was the producer of the film suggests that the idea to shoot down all the paparazzi on the rail of his new yacht is in the development stage.

Zzz: How can you hate your country to make such movies about it?

XX: Help me to clarify the situation. I listened here to the song of the Leningrad group "My Hui" and immediately captured in it a musical quote from the song of the group Civil Defense "My Hui".
I have a question – am I an erudited meloman, or still an uncultured beast?
YYY: You are a fool. All melomans "My Hui" listened to 5 years ago.

zzz: An artificial cat is a solution. First, it is more real, more beautiful, second, more real, more durable. When I use it, there is no dissonance.
Yaya: Immediately recalled "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep", where a live cat was mistakenly brought to repair, because the overwhelming majority had cheap robots that pretended to be real animals.