I had a sad story when I was a student. Before the Revolution of the Wall. Created the website of Santa Claus. For me, it was just a fun game at first... More than a thousand people joined me. And so, without adding people wrote. It was then that I realized how many unhappy people of different ages. I corresponded with everyone, listened to people’s problems, their failures and sorrows. They all made me wishes for the new year. And these desires were not in the style of “I want a car” etc. And in the spirit of “to become happy”, “not to be lonely”, “to cry less”. I got enough for a few months, lost appetite, started to sleep badly. He weakened greatly. Just morally did not get out of this, everyone wanted to help, to support. But I just left that page and left. What could I? Just say that everything will definitely go well, believe in your wishes and they will definitely come true. The Pizzeria. I still remember it with bitterness. Pizdjuk decided to just joke, and stumbled upon a terrible reality. In short, a lot of people are just in wild despair. For various reasons. People are all different, someone one situation will not touch absolutely, and someone, the same situation will drive in the corner. And in despair, I want to believe at least in something, be it a guess or Santa Claus. Something that gives a little bit of hope. These are sad things.

There will be no labor tolerance in the Gorbat West until the Black Panther and Pocahontas are played by a white bearded natural!

I mean, I’ve gotten an octavila nac c bpatom na dache. Octavian c deo. He had to go to the deals. We were 8 years old. Thou shalt go, thou shalt go, thou shalt go. The Grandfather Goop:

and Cpi. Path to Path. Shut up at nine.



We are in Babylon. Gone at midnight. Dad wakes up at 8:30:

Shut up at nine.

Aha, my grandfather...



and cpa further. We are at 11. C to C to C to C to C to C. My grandfather’s keys are in the cabin. Five years ago, Five years ago, Five years ago, Five years ago, Five years ago.

Grandpa and Zafira?

Shut up at nine.



I think, I think, I think, and I think.

Grandfather, we are on the pitch.

and idol. Dinner at CHAC.



have gone. I pissed in pollution. Catch it up.

The grandfather?

Dinner at the cellar.



Pocle shopping in the pech to wait for oxota, až kapul. Unfortunately, they haven’t even swallowed. Capae was caught up. There were two bunkers with a clavicle. Such a wt. Two wocymilettex pacana eli maclo palcami from banok.



I have chats. We’re going to go with CTO. My grandfather is in Mickey Mouse. I make an ecstasy. Khao Khao Khao:

Father, I am not like that. I am a puppy delayer.

Father, keep silent, ask for myth:

Shut up at nine.

“No, Dad, don’t kill me. I am cae.



On the next day, we woke up at nine. That is what I ask. of cuts. Without pics, notations and puppy pics.

In Russia, the penalty industry has outperformed the oil-producing industry in terms of income!

It was in Grodno (Belarus) with a colleague. She separated from her boyfriend and was alone for about a year. Friends advised to get acquainted in the UK with the guy (then there was no badoo and tinder). I met him, I met him, I met him, I met him, I met him, I met him, I met him, I met him, I met him, I met him, I met him, I met him, I met him. She hints, “I should meet without a dog.” Date at the cafe, everything goes well, take a bottle of wine and go to him. We watched the movie, we drank wine, two o’clock at night and he asks, “What will we do?” She jokes, “Something to play.” He goes to the neighboring room, brings the bowls and they start playing. I could offer clothes, but not. After a couple of parties, she went home. The man was 34 years old.

Xxx: I once changed the computer. The girl was not at all very, but at the moment when Windu agreed to change it seemed that it would pass. And when I saw the hairy legs under a very short shirt, I realized that the installation of the screw should be taken seriously.

XXX: Sorry, but why do the fat have to give in, I don’t understand something?



yyy: lower the center of the mass so that the bus does not turn over at the turn.

Xxx: When my niece was small and went to the garden, they had a girl who ate nothing but potatoes. When the teachers asked her how to feed her, her mother said that you would tell her that it was a potato and she would eat it. She had the idea that it was actually: cakes, cocktails, soup or salad. Potatoes of Van Lave)

As a child, my girlfriend, the daughter of an ambulance doctor, brought a box of medicines to the yard, and we all started playing the doctor. She listened carefully to us, prescribed medications, and we obediently swallowed the pills. I think – and how did we not die then...

What is “Find a Phone?” I found my own.

It was wonderful, the phone was lost and I saw on the laptop as it moved on the map.

I sat in the car and went. Around the arrow - a bunch of people, you need to somehow determine who took.

Finally I went out where there were fewer people, I followed the arrow, I see the gunman entering the entrance, and I go in.

It turned out that the wife took with her in the park and went to the lover.

That’s how I found my phone.

Yyy: A story with a happy end.

The Chairman of the Board today after the meeting said:

A guy came to the interview, a CNC machine operator. The first impression is very positive, all the norms. I give the last clarification:

I did not ask, but why did you resign from the past place?

“Yes...master...Alnik broke, he snapped me, although I was not there for just one day. Well, I was psychotic, the master's mouth was filled and left without calculation. But I stopped them, they will be remembered for a long time.

I didn't get him to work, the guy is strong, and I have a master all the age, they need to be taken care of.

A story from the metacombinate.

The factory. In the mid-1990s, lunch time. A temporary and relative silence.

Here, a tractor goes from nowhere and pulls a piece of 1500 pipes, two and a half meters long. Accordingly, the groove is incredible.

The guard, in the face of one lady, on the passageway was tense. The tube enters the passageway. The first thing requires a pipeline, and there are no papers. It must be said that for the prevention of theft of this amount of protection is due a prize.

The guard had already pretended what the prize would be for her.

I forced the driver to write an announcement and blow the tube. Then let go on all four sides.

A tractor was stolen from the factory.

Reception, Arina, good evening

Alicia, this is the case.

My name is A'R'ina.

In fact, I am cuddling.

It was a joke on April 1. Hanged on a crowded place a sign "do not look up" and blinked out of the window)))) all looked :)))

How often the elite of society has not only taste, but also smell.

My English professor told me.
There is a check-in for a flight from point A to point B. Here appears a very hasty passenger, apparently of a very high opinion, and begins to demand that he be missed first. The assistant who conducts the registration asks him to take a seat in line. But this man does not take care, asks... It does not require that he be served first. The assistant unsuccessfully tries to prove to him that from the fact that he passes earlier in the plane, the iron bird will not fly before the deadline, and that in general for them all passengers are the same, and he should take the turn. This dialogue continues for a long time (the assistant does not stop missing civilians in line). Finally, the angry citizen Toropulkin finally begins to shout with a foam in his mouth: "Do you know who I am?" The assistant, who is tired of this, takes the right and officially transmits the message: "Guard, I ask you to approach the gate of X. We have a man who has forgotten his name and asks to determine his identity."

The founder of the church of Dollar Witnesses for six rubles called the old faith sect of Dollar Witnesses for 64 copies.

I worked in one company. And came to practice the son of the boss (of course, the "young barin" behind the eyes). And a little later I heard the chef annoyed to say that after a month of practice his son did not want to work here. Because "if you will pay me more than others - I will be in the collective "father's son", if not - I do not have a salary level."

Many people died from alcohol. Not less was born.

The taxi driver shrugged his mouth and said, “Give me a cigarette.” Once the rules were given. The taxi driver smoked and asked, “Do you know why there are so many gay people in Europe?” I felt that there was a brilliant version behind his mushroom. Maybe even a reprisal. It could not have been allowed. And I said, “I know, of course.” I thought I closed the topic successfully again. The driver asked for explanations. “In Europe, I say, there are so many gay people because they have given themselves to count.” The taxi driver survived a second stupor, drowned, threw a bucket and said, "Give me a cigarette."