xxx: Throw, I learned here that Van Damme tried the role of a predator.
Yyy: Aha, I read somewhere a long time ago.
zzz: ZKVD did not want to film in the predator, he when he read the script, then suggested the director to make changes: type ZKVD predator, he has a brother predator, they go to Hong Kong together for competitions in kickboxing, but his brother predator breaks the spine....

I will reveal to you all the secret of the Luntik. The fact is that this cartoon is for children. For the children, your mother, not for the grown-up uncle and aunt who are hanging here. For children who have good and evil, there is friendship, there is mutual help, the cartoon shows that it is not good to cheat, that it is right to help the elderly, that it is necessary to listen to adults, that it is necessary to share with friends. Here you will look at a couple of series, imagining yourself as a child who doesn’t think about how Luntik fell from the moon. Remember, as a child, everyone read Red Hat - you were very concerned about the question why the wolf is talking, and how he ate his grandmother and spit out afterwards, and why she is alive and has not digested yet. Also here too.
It's like the four-year Game of Thrones to discuss will begin with the outcry - Fou, how this adult's brains, there is everything wrong, this doesn't happen.
The wise, the foolish, the lumpy are discussing sitting.

In the comments mentioned somehow the theme of sexual education of teenagers, well, a fun-confused story emerged in the memory.



I was 15 years old, my hormones were bursting and I was lucky to meet a girl with whom I had a relationship, and she and I were virgins. One day we talked about sex with her and she didn’t mind. Of course, something I knew from school, something from the internet, but of course the most important thing from the TV – to have safe sex, you need a condom. Buying my first condom was a very exciting test for me, most feared that the seller might laugh or ask any unnecessary question. In general, to maintain the fighting spirit I went to the pharmacy with my school friend, who had no idea why I went there. I took a package from the shelf (a pharmacy or a supermarket) and then a friend pale, saying let me go first, and then you buy. I was absolutely unhappy, because standing alone with the seller at the box office I was afraid to tremble in my knees. I tried to beat him so that he took at least a pill from his head and everything would be fine. He rightly noted that two guys, one of whom takes condoms and the other pills from the head, are even bigger children than without pills. In the end, despite the fear, I had to buy alone.



I went home with a hidden package in my pocket and the curiosity got up. The package was immediately opened, the instructions were carefully studied. But my curiosity was not limited to this, because the least I wanted was to wear a condom for the first time. One condom was immediately removed, carefully examined, sampled and thrown into the trash.



But there was something in this harmless story that I didn’t think about. I gladly told the girl that I had a shelter, a free apartment and a free time that coincided with her free time. We were both in the apartment and she was also overcome by curiosity, ask for a package to see. I stretch her package and then her eyes are rounded to the state of "it's about to fall out of the orbits", and then tears appear sharply in them. And here comes to me:

The Open Package

There are 3 condoms on the package and 2 inside.

Next to the chair on which she sits in the garbage cage lies a “used condom” that she has already noticed.



I don't know how, but I was able to explain everything to her, so the end was happy.

I am a former cartoonist. And once, in the fight for the 2nd place, I was kicked off on my opponent because of a blow to the stomach. After the cleaner washed the tattoos, he whispered to continue the fight, and I automatically became the winner :)
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>> On the cover were written: authors-A.Y. Clash, I.Y. Clash."

In the original it was like this: "A.I. by Steyn. and I. by Steyn. A. and I Philadelphia "

"What kind of barista king? The barista? Barista for the kingdom?and "

We lived in a private house, our chickens. Once we sat down for lunch, and Mom just made a chicken. I’m hysterical and that’s not all. The chicken was sorry, then they said it wasn't ours, I immediately stopped crying and started eating with an uncomfortable look)) π¶

During my school years I frequently walked lessons. Only his father knew that he had his mouth in the castle. As usual, the mother, despite all the oaths of the father, soon learned about the violation.

After a couple of such coincidences, I decided to check the father’s honesty. I went to school, and when he called me on the change, I said I stayed at home. In the evening, when the whole family was gathered, my mother asked me why I wasn’t in class. I made a surprise face and showed a diary with assessments.

That’s how I calculated my mom’s spy.



P.S. I’m still flying because it’s not good to fool adults.

According to the plot of the cartoons, Ariel is the daughter of King Triton, and Hercules is the son of Zeus. King Triton is the son of Poseidon, who, according to Greek mythology, is the brother of Zeus. This makes Hercules and Ariel close relatives.
YYY: According to Greek mythology, which is the primary source, on the Olymp there is continuous corruption and bloodshed.

a, I am a political scientist, built bridges, now I sell fast building structures))))

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Here is the mystery of the falling bridges in the Far East. And the fast building is not "Zenite Arena" at the time?

The Moscow Council in the final reading approved the law on the reduction of the tax on non-residential premises for individuals. Reduce the tax on apartments. And the puzzle is simple: in the Moscow market due to weak demand depended thousands of unsold squares of apartments and half of the deputies share in some developer company. They are servants of the people.

xxx: And we had a check on which servers are connected by dragging the rubbers.
xxx: The overseas broke over the seventh tenth, life taught him how to hide from retaliation, but did not teach him that because of the research interest, it is not worth pulling rubbers during working hours.

I bought a fitness bracelet. I slept with him at night. I woke up in the morning and watched the stepmeter showing 600 more steps than I did in the evening. Shit, I am scared...

I am sitting in a line to the doctor today, watching the calendar hanging on the wall in front of me. The brain is stuck to the phrase "safe when used as intended". I began to think about how it could be unsafe to use the calendar. Draw: pull out the spiral, curl the wire and pierce that someone's eye. Or squeeze with the same wire. Or cut out papers. to feed them. In the eye, again, you can weave the corner of a cardboard hat.
Is it time for a psychiatrist?
Go to the neurologist.
You are on the right path, comrade Sadist!

I disagree...

Luntik is a child version of Alien, Predator and other cosmic creatures.

You won’t believe, but Luntik is a moon bee!
Why not make it at least a bit like a bee - a question to the artists of this cartoon.

And where have you seen other lunar bees to assert the artist’s misconduct?

All the males are goats, but there are two kinds: some stick, others do not notice.

The story of an unhealthy grandfather.
I did not find my grandfather. He died before I was born. The story of his youth was told to me by his father.

It was about 1918-1920. The revolution divided the people. Some were for the red, some for the white, some for themselves. Grandfather was for the "red", although he originated from the egg Cossacks, as he said of himself. It may have been affected by the genes of the prapra (many times) grandfather - a Polish, a participant, apparently, of the Kostyushko uprising, sent for this to the Ural.

My grandfather was a boy at the time. The "Red" gave him a mandate, a mauser and sent him to one of the villages to collect the harvest from the peasants and transport it to the city. In the field of this grandfather did not seem to be diligent, but the story is not quite about that.

Once swimming in the river, my grandfather met a local village guy. We talked, word for word, made friends. Take the guy and confess:
If you knew who I was, you’t talk to me.
What would this be? Grandfather was surprised.
And since I am Popovich, the son of the village pop.
And what about that! Grandfather was upset.
In short, the young defender of the revolution showed class myopia. They have been friends with two boys since then.

At that time, the mood and power changed rapidly. The Cossacks changed their minds to support the Soviet power. The councils dispersed. The revolutionaries were shot. The rides began to ride around the villages, catching and shooting (and hanging) captured representatives of the "red" power.

It was my turn to my grandfather. The Cossacks took him out. placed on the wall. The clothes have been built and prepared. My grandfather said that he was a young man, a fool, not afraid of anything. Only the sky remembered – blue. The sun is soft, warm. It was a good day, Gogol.

The Holy Father came out to the Cossacks. Not just out, but in full dress. With an icon in salary, and with prayer. And he turned to the Cossacks with a speech, saying, What do you, Herodes, do. A guy, he said, though with a mandate and a mauser, but he did no harm to anyone, he did not atrophy like others. You will now squeeze him and leave, and we will send another instead of him, and it is not the fact that it is better. And worse, that is for sure.

In short, confessed the father of the Cossacks. The elder called the grandfather, pulled him down from his soul across his back and ordered him to run away from his eyes. My grandfather was alive. This time.

What is this story about? I think that in life, regardless of beliefs and circumstances, you always have to remain a decent person.

The son rejoiced, "Dad, and religious wars are when people kill each other to find out who has a better imaginary friend?"

I went to work to the pathologist, and there is a young man sitting. He saw me and said, say, what a beautiful girl came to them, and what a beautiful dress, probably underneath him, the figure is even more beautiful. I told him that it was possible, but he would not see it because it was not in my taste. He was not confused, looked around me from foot to head and said with a smile, "Nothing, my time will come."

From the window I see a picture: two girls aged 15-16 and a guy of Roma, he is 20 years old. Roma asks something diligently (not to disassemble from the window), the girls answer him and so sweetly cuddle, smile) one hair temptingly removes, the other sits closer. They seem to dream that Roma invites them on a date. They just don’t know that Romchik is registered at a local psychiatric hospital. He thinks he works in the police as an investigator and he interrogates everyone he meets.