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Show business is when for money, and if without money is just show.

I had a dog. long time ago.
Her years of strength and dog youth fell to the rise of banditism and boundlessness in our country. The dog had a name and even a passport. According to this document, Kobe was referred to as Richard-Gay-Friedrich, plus something else there is unnecessary. Agree that at home to call such a pet to anyone and will not come to mind. Therefore, he was a puppet Rich, well, and then he became just a Son.

And then one late evening the Son had an elementary diarrhea. The husband, laying the girls fairy tales, fell asleep with them in a hug with a blessed, tired-saturated lily on his face. To destroy such a composition I did not raise my hand.
We walked out with the dog and each went on his own business. He stumbled abruptly into the distant bushes (there was always a roar for the nearest ones), and I went to the alley, where we usually walk.
I went out on the sidewalk and walked slowly, breathing fresh air looking at the stars and enjoying scratching the pure fresh snow under my feet.

How I didn’t notice them, I don’t know. I probably dreamed.
Oh oh! What a gift for the New Year, I have not fucked such a clean, cared for and cute lady since youth.
Give me a kick who starts.
The girl I wasn’t inhibited, so I didn’t cry out at once “you are who?”, go away from here, or dumb – help,” but just commanded with a very loud voice:
The son! to me! and Bacon!! to
“You go, Vovan, she’s walking with the child at night,” he rattled alone.
You can sink. And here is Beko.
When my dog just crossed a 70-centimetre-high bush, she didn’t even need to threateningly crawl or chew on the thin end.
It was a dog. and healthy. No, the huge one. (He on the long sandwiches of his husband and two children was not worse than a deer.)
After evaluating the situation, the Son clearly knocked down one with a thorax, and after hitting him, he simply stumbled in his throat, not in his throat, but in his chest. The second, unsuccessful whistleblower tried to make his legs, but the dog’s threatening whistle and my whistleblower said, “Lie!"He was buried in the swarm in which he arrived before the arrival of the police. Oh, I left these bastards in the care of My Son, and went home (there were no cell phones then) to call the nearest patrol.
My husband and children did not wake up and again - I did not want to break this idyll.

I come back, and there, like a movie is being filmed. A couple of UAZik from a distance further illuminate the scene of action. A handful of police officers scratch their necks, standing aside from two crushed bodies, and my Son. I was seen as the main actress. (And what? Sophia is there! The public is present! What is an actress?
They report to me immediately.
- We "FU-FU" to him, and he is dead, only the eyes and eyebrows rattles, but the suspect's JOPA is not removed... We stand and wait for you, as you asked - we do nothing. Hm, explained the situation.

Canons of training we passed, but! With the condition that the command “fas” is replaced by “bekon!!!”The “Fu” team on the “Splush!” “Fuck!” Not standard but effective. The first team guarantees your safety from all kinds of debils without any responsibility for excess self-defense (do not bite the throat? No is? Has his ass broken? It is funny!The second team guaranteed that any debil with a command voice would not order "fu". Without – “Split out! “Fuck!” The team with the votes, except for our family - no options... will not drop, and especially - will not weaken the grip of the jaw.

PS: and the Son ran to help the hostess even during the non-stoping diarrhea (going home, a chain of brown-yellowed traces I noticed on the snow-white snow). And there is also a special proof of this - a completely exhausted detainee.
The stunned, with a slightly bleeding chewed and glued with a patch, "walked" small runs behind the car to the police department about a kilometer tied to the car with one wristband.
Well, they could not just take him on his car of the brand at the time exclusive - "Gigul model 07" to the "sleep", as he smelled incredibly, and also flooded with cockroaches, than the salon would ruin to write off...

Only 18 countries worldwide are richer than Bill Gates.

I drink tea with my friends.
A man came from the garage and asked for vodka and money.
It would seem bad, right?
No, he doesn’t drink, yesterday he bought a new car, wipes there something, and the money gave it all, but tomorrow he will make money.
But I have one day to feel the heavy share of the alphonse drinking wife for the diversity and to accept condolences!

Why are there no tanks or BTRs in zombie films?

It was very symbolic to see an announcement on television "Under the power of garbage" on the day of the police ))).

Yuri 17:50:40
My life will not be the same.
by Artem 17:51:00
Do not be upset. I will never recognize the person in the mirror. He is below me in height, thick and generally...

Conversation with one. She sits and reads a magazine.

See also: 4D Ultra
I: Is it like, during the ultrasound, you are wrapped in the face with fetal water? = D

From Harbor:
I’m not saying that C++11 is bad. C++ is an excellent multi-paradigm language. But it has one serious disadvantage, the only disadvantage is the programmers who write on it.

Why do you call your girlfriend Bastille?
I took it on July 14.

Haubits B-4 took part in the Finnish War. Soviet soldiers dubbed her a “Karelian sculptor” (when firing on the Finnish DOTs, B-4 shells turned these structures into a strange blend of concrete pieces and iron armor). (The Viking)

News on Yandex: "In Adygea took place the exhibition of dolls-haishnikov"
the first comment: "Pins and pins in the set?"

From the book discussion:
These are terrible immortal creatures that suck out joy, love and vitality from people.
The dementors?
The Members!

In reference literature distinguish the "upper hanging line" (Eng. widow – widow) and the “lower hanging line” Orphan is an orphan. In the Russian printing jargon, both are called "blade lines".

(Source from Wikipedia)

>Rinkunto-neu (@last.fm)

His poetry saved me from suicide in the third grade. Only thanks to Dolphin, I am now in the fourth.

Yesterday I discussed something with the child, we talked about transvestites, and I forgot that word.
WOW: and... She suggested?
Ohhhhh no no. I say, so unusual...
The child is gay.
I am: No
The child is bisexual.
I: Well, these guys who dress up as women, fucking...
The idiots are idiots???! to

I thought in the dining room:
Two loaves of bread – Army Big Mac

There is no captain on the submarine. There is a Commander!"

What about Nemo? O_o :` (

Other than black humor, and you can’t name it.
The news is:
In the city X, the Goths were sitting at the cemetery at night. The satanists came and offered ready sacrifices.
One man managed to escape.