In the last 30 years, I have changed 10 monitors. And the cactus, as he stood next to him, stood.

I am an adult girl with a fairly small foot size (32-33), respectively, every purchase of shoes turns into an adventure.

(I know more jokes about the children's world than you do, so it's better not to try.)

I was looking for simple white shoes on the platform for a very long time, but no success, as in the rest of my life, was not expected.

And then one wonderful day I walked past the market and saw them. My size, no you bands, butterflies and spider-men, a platform capable of silencing the annoying bumping of my complex about growth - and for tiny money.

There was less than a minute between the first look and the purchase.

And then I immediately dressed up in my newest crosses and walked around Moscow. I didn’t have time to start to think about what was going on, how my new friends started shining and flashing psychotic flowers, risking to cause an epilepsy even in people who were not inclined to this matter.

Not wanting to become the object of public attention in the dark hour, I urgently sat down and began to scratch the platforms in search of a button that enabled this color music. At this time, my introverted nature panicked and saw everyone around me throwing fingers on me and roaring (in fact, everyone was generally scorned, but watched, not without it)

Buttons were found on the back of each platform. With the greatest relief, I pressed on both at once, and - oh yeah! Oh yes! ...



The wheels moved.

Without women, we would not have lived in Eden.
Together with a friend.

It’s nice to have a smart woman’s body.

I take a taxi home and see my husband coming from the stop. I ask the taxi driver to slow down the guy. The taxi driver slows down, I drop the window and shout, "Beautiful man, I don't have my husband at home, they went to me, let's go!" He smiles and sits in the car. We go quietly. The taxi driver is in shock.

Today came the cops, wanted to push off the iPhone X.
I said I haven’t bought it yet.
made a pre-order.

But hell, we do not live in the USSR, but in the era of the market economy, where everything in life is a deal.
– is

"Epoch" - how to say a lot in one word, without motherhood and text.

My husband and I entered the office apartment for us. The apartment is furnished. A couple of hours later, a colleague broke into the store and brought a full set: a pot, a bowl, plates, cups and knives.
I come out of my room and ask him: What happened? In response, he brought me to himself and pointed to a bookshelf, which was packed with books on HOPS, which highlighted five references on urine therapy.

Any non-Chinese nounem costs from 300 euros
Everything below is shit.

From the director "Normal jeans - only branded and not cheaper than 3 thousand"

Well, all as always. The board is angry and comes to the classic:
Men are goats!! to
They are mercantile prostitute!!! to
And then suddenly everyone is offended, making the eyes of the shrek cat and together the choir:
I’m not a so-called one!!! to

Not tired of yourself?

This is the greatest gender achievement of a man: to be like a cat! Then they will take shelter, and feed, and nurse, and foolishly take after him. And, most importantly, if SAM did not escape, then so far and would live with comfort at her fingers - that is, women in themselves is completely satisfied, the resentment of the hostess only on the ungrateful requested to the will arose.

Yes, you last time some fish got into the refrigerator, wrapped in a bag and killed.

Citizens fighting "the man must, the grandmother must" - haré. There are different people and everyone has their own position on family and household issues. The point is to find the right/suitable one. For example, my boyfriend and I earn equally, divide the housework in half, and the nifiga is not stressed - actually joyfully grown in dirt. We have a common budget - there is a common portion (food, medicines, housing), and for their houses everyone buys for themselves what they want and in any amount. We are absolutely surprised by what other people think about this. We live as comfortably as possible. Just because we have common views on the family and everyday life, for two years of life together no problems from the opera who is to whom we owe nothing had, which we wish you.

I saw an interesting wording in comments on Facebook - about the evolution of whales.

Going out to land. I looked around. They said "noah!" We went back into the water.

It is funny to hear the reasoning from the parallel reality that once again stamps women in the wicked mercantilism, while the poor exploited men are killed at work, only to satisfy any capricious content. Change the circle of communication.

I ask you, what is the circle? Those living women have not seen at all, their opinion about them, slightly more than consisting entirely of outdated stereotypes, draw from the camediclub and MDK.

Rich people build multi-room palaces to escape obesity: while you get to sort, you burn a bunch of calories. And we have poverty in our small sizes a complete hypodynamics.

You may find it funny, but incompetent Hindus who have been interviewed with a sufferer are a real problem for large companies.

The problem of these companies is not the Hindus, but the incompetent management, which is unable to organize either an interview so that the profan with the sulphur does not pass, or the training of infiltrated profans.

Diana Udovichenko
There was a mosquito in the bathroom. Very thin and very hungry. Because we do not sleep in the bathroom, and when we go there, we get rid of the mosquito. He can’t eat for a few days. We can’t hit him either – he sees us and hides behind the curtain. From there, he attacks, misses, and again hides. He does not find a way out when we open the door, he has no time to escape.
The mosquito completely swallowed from exhaustion, and, noticing a man, swallowed bass. I have never heard mosquitoes cry like this.
I even feel sorry for him. How long does the animal not feed? I would have died, or I would feel like a monster.

So why did you take that all women need an iPhone, a shirt, boots and go to the sea once a year? I had two iPhones, it was racing out a lot, especially some perpendicular logic in preserving and updating libraries. I moved two years ago to a good smartphone on Android, which I can configure for myself exactly as I need (not as Apple needs), and back to the iPhone I will not return even with a fee. I don’t need a shirt, thank you, I have a warm long jacket enough. I’ll buy my shoes myself, or maybe I’ll do the shoes too. I go on vacation at my choice, not necessarily to the sea. Not necessarily every year, but it depends on the workload. So what? It is funny to hear the reasoning from the parallel reality that once again stamps women in the wicked mercantilism, while the poor exploited men are killed at work, only to satisfy any capricious content. Change the circle of communication.

xxx: yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Fuck, I’ll fit perfectly.
XXX: The Blade
XXX: I did not think.
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