The girl said: "I want to be a director!"
He went to Germany...

From a woman's forum - how to get rid of a guy
In the morning (or evening) you chew him at the entrance of the house with a pleasant smile and while he will surprisely collect intelligence for adequate behavior, you sharply hit him in the area of the ear with a cut of the water pipes or any other, accidentally found in the bag heavy object.
Then you carry it home and already at home, pre-dressed, well kicked off with a special hammer from the kitchen. Salt and spices by taste.
2 You determine the area of his habitat outside of work.You apply to yourself the fighting coloring of the evening woman and go to where he has a pasture.In the evening guys, even married, eagerly cuddle on all sorts of proposals type-pa: "...and do not overwhelm us, a morayak, I have a house and I swallow, and I adore anal sex..."When he comes out of the stupor and starts to move on his own, you will take him in the ear (you can just soak up the sponges) and you will drive him home, and there, waiting for him when he, clothing on the furniture and half of the saliva will be disconnected, you will distract him with an innocent comment: "Oh, who has come. "and you will

Allow me! Irina Nikolayevna, good night.
Yogurushka and hello. Probably the light? She can’t get there, she’s in the shower.
Yes... I know. Please bring a towel here.

I installed Linux for the first time. Total mess in this case. While I was installing an aska, my peelings evaporated in the kitchen. I thought it was just written here :)

Change the battery in the kitchen. I pulled the old straw into the entrance. The fifth floor is without an elevator. I pulled a few stairs and breathed. Then I got a genius idea. I went home, on the leaflet I wrote "who will bring the battery to the street, to 100r. Appeal to KV. This is"
While writing, the battery was removed.

The rate of brain destruction is directly proportional to the square of the TV diagonal.

Just just...
I walk with my dog on the street. I see trust coming out. The man leads. To be honest, I don’t remember people well. The dogs are happy, they are friends.
I let go, Dover’s man also let go and speaks on his cell phone. And I watch the dogs play to catch, bite and bite. And then my jumped, not looking, and behind his ride into a trusted man. And that cell phone fell, and so successfully - into the gap near the sewerage grille. The man was sitting in the roof, I also approached - we see - did not fall into the water, but lies on the roof. Not to get.
And the man dropped his sleeve and... I have never seen such in my life... the hand - like rubber... pulls out the phone.
And I am so embarrassed to say that he practices a lot. Well, he caught Trust, I caught my own too, and here my husband is passing by, and mastering us.
The man responded to him. At home, I ask my husband - type who it is - and he says "that this is our gynecologist"

I am afraid to send a resume to a company where the schedule of work is written with
9.00 to 17.00, and the vacancy for the position is posted on the website
Sunday at 3 p.m.

If a woman thinks a lot, it means she is fucking little.

The Aitishnikov

Sleep my joyful lips.
The rest came to it.
None of the servants lie.
The cooler is quiet.
The bugs don’t call you.
The printer is not repaired.
The bots are going off-line.
Sleep, friend Aichi, go to sleep.

Po6aT (10:30:11 22/10/2009)
I know you are working. Answer as you can.
The classmate’s hat looks like a disco ball. I have a wild desire to light a lamp on him, turn on the mushroom, and let everyone around dance. I want to, I cannot sleep. How to do it without getting into the bubble?

She makes me tea as soon as I come into the office. Pre-washed the bowl.
She wipes out dust from my monitor and pulls out the crumbs from the keyboard.
She treats me at Life4dead and drops everyone who tries to overthrow me.
She plays in Contra at the level of the most fierce gamer.

And she’s not, not my girlfriend... She’s my secretary... Married, a child... Beautiful... Plush everyone who sympathizes :((

About Pdf from one website:

October 13, 2009 by Lord! In the 21st century courtyard. For a long time there have been video recorders, video cameras and dictophones, as well as GPS-navigators, which clearly record the speed at every moment of time... In order to prevent abuse and unfair demands of unfair employees of the GIBDD I would propose to centrally require to supply ALL cars with some sort of “black box” GPS+video cameras+computer. Believe me, it will be cheaper than buying off an imaginary violation with deprivation of rights for not one hundred green... There are additional advantages: a) the drivers themselves will not violate, as this will also be recorded by cameras and self-writers. b) in the case of a traffic accident, it will be very easy to establish a real picture and the culprits (which will exclude subjects and attempts to bribe the inspector by one of the participants in the accident - usually the culprit (but with money and (or) connections). If at least one in ten cars had such a device, it is unlikely that the majority would risk breaking the Law.(This applies to both drivers and traffic inspectors) The whole problem is that no one needs it... But you just need to make a video shot a heavy argument in the Court. As far as I know at the moment, the filming will easily be overwhelmed by the testimony of two scammed or intimidated "witnesses" allegedly present at the violation.

and plush!

Did you fuck the couch?

yyy : ) )

yyy: the verb is very correct

Nata: I want to be like a Swiss clock: dear, desirable and to be worn on my arms
Line: It will not work
NATO: Why is it?
The Swiss clock never breaks :)
Natasha is scum!! to

The Russians have everything but money, conscience and a day off.

XXX: I am a resistant
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
XXX is pleasant
xxx: that I am a very difficult resistant
xxx :D

There was a case in the universe, one group was late for a couple of 20 minutes.

Re: Why are you late?
In my soul was...
Q: Couldn’t you go earlier?
The former one came...
PRED: And what then?? to
After sex, I ran into the shower before.

The group barely got off the chairs.)

Lilly (12:48:23 22/10/2009)
A man came for a job after 2 years in which there was only one inscription that he worked as a freezer for 29 days.

Sergey (12:50:21 22/10/2009)
:D

Lilly (12:50:59 22/10/2009)
It seems that this fact of biography has something to do with him...

Nothing raises the mood so much during a couple as a rooster who came to her in a strict black suit... and in a tie with the Simpsons.