In our city opened a runway - Zhou-Boltai. Does anyone know how one can burn a stick of Z without a flame?

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh How early you are. Did you go to Dr?
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY None of them, not one of them, not one of them, not one of them.
YYY: Go home sober, hungry, only the right hand hurts!
XXX: O_O
XXXX: Rolex
Yes, we went to bowling!! to

Carassin: You’re going to Paris and there’s OP! "X**" is written on the wall. And warm in the soul.

I go out of the supermarket, all with bags, hands busy. As it drizzles, the rain begins. While I am painfully thinking about how to get a umbrella, there is rubbing and cotton over my head. I raise my eyes with an umbrella. Such a big man. I turn, behind the owner’s umbrella. Also large, male, with not at present a good look and a quiet, polite voice, by which he asks quietly and politely:
To help you?
I sneeze, he loads his bags, gives me a umbrella, and we get to my house. He brings his bags to the apartment, carries them, and is already about to leave, as I see that from one of the bags he dirty his hands. I invite them to wash. And I have water constantly accumulated in the soap, soap scratches. So this man washes his hands, pouches water, gets some strange passages, breaks a hole in the soap machine, polishes the edges and, polished, goes away.
Damn, even offensive - how many guys there were before, like smart, and herself is not stupid, and until such a little thing did not think about it.
Man, if you are reading this, let’s meet at the same place, at the same time, any day of the week.

I was pleased with one of the questions about the sale of a pneumatic gun at one online auction:
Question: What power, hand permissible can break?
Capacity of 3 J. I didn’t shoot in my hands, I don’t know. If there is no right hand, we can shoot and see.

by Lena (3:00):
Continue the phrase 'You are very. and. and. and. and'
Myself ‎ (3:00):
not on time

I am coming back from Dacia.
The Last Electric
And here, passing Kuzmolovo, the electric vehicle suddenly stops... the light turns off... And the controllers with the blue folders come in.

The most epic file in my life is a successful attempt to catch a hot solder that fell from the table.

by koguroff:
I have noticed that our footballers have a very advanced AI.
They always play at the competitor level.
To make it difficult and interesting.

Local news from the American village.
Yesterday there was a firefighting exercise called the Chest of Life. The technique was developed to quickly cut the car, which fell into a serious accident, in order to retrieve passengers.
The firefighters did a great job. The roof and doors were cut off in less than 5 minutes. The only annoying little thing is that they mistakenly sprinkled the car of some stranger who went into part to make an annual donation of $50 to help the firefighters.

Do you say lazy?! to
You are not lazy, this is what Corrie has sent me:

" K
Yesterday I lay on the telecast watching, the anchor went swimming, returned in such a transparent dress, the place under the breasts is special, and the thorns are circular.

K) is
Time to sleep.

K) is
I am – oh, nothing for myself! I think I’ll have to fuck"

Here is this:

The Russian flag is so harsh that it is depicted on it. The fractal.
Yes, yeah.. look at the right lap of the eagle, which with a scapegoat.On it is again depicted a two-headed eagle :) in the right lap of which...
and----
Show me an eagle on the Russian Flag.

I am watching my sister. He plays contact poker. Some pepper writes to her in the general chat "What about sex?". The sister, leading the eyebrow, in this same batch stretches him on all the chips with the words: "I hope I finished".

In response to:
to this:
to this:

Neshika: Please do not touch our Anushka with your hands!
And don’t give it oil.

= = = = is = is = is = is = is = is = is = is
You think 90% understand what you’re talking about? Unfortunately... :(
But it is pleasant that it was taken to the main bar.
____________________________
What a joke?
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Listen to Bulgakov, do not learn.

Chapter 11: Don’t be nervous. I have bad news.
222 Speaking
Do you remember you and I cooked vodka in order for winter to be good?
222 is accepted.
My mom opened one of them. As a result, she, arynks and grandmother "specifically". What to do?

Today the brother it-shnik performed:
Going along the alley, two girls sit next to a red fat cat.
Brother, passing by: "A considerable cat, looks like..."
The girl, enthusiastically : " On Me?! )))) andquot;
Brother : " No, for the cat"...

Verita
Do you have your skin until it’s turned into your fur inside?
Makc
Are you scaring me now?
Makc
I saw you in the morning with a badge and no cosmetics, do you think I'm afraid of something now?
Verita
Sickly))

Ahha, our own people. support generally delivers, today a friend called, so he 2 times with another user connected and they told each other what they had with the inertia)

The blow of fate is usually below the belt.

“The Lady in Pink.”

One day, an Austrian colleague was transferred to us. He was from the Special Forces, from Cobra. He was steep in behavior and all covered with scars, indicating a saturated professional activity.
To be fair, it must be said that he was really a professional in our craft, but with the establishment of interpersonal contacts he was tight. Very tight.
Within a few days we all realized that he was a decent goat. What will you do?
Mikael had a horizontal scar on the left side of his forehead, right above his eyebrow, about one and a half centimeters long. The evil Norwegian languages claimed that through this incision a part of his brain was removed. In my opinion, this version explained a lot in his behavior.
We were then based in Mitrovica. This was a real problem point on the map of Kosovo. On the bridge separating northern (Serbian) Mitrovica and southern (Albanian) Mitrovica, shootings and clashes between Serbs and Albanians occurred almost daily.
We had to, sometimes several times a day, go out and “separate” them. Each officer had a large bag, which contained a rubber shovel, a helmet with removal, plastic bracelets, anti-gas, grenades with tear gas, armor, all sorts of headsets, sleeves and the like.
If an emergency happened, we simply took our bags and went “to bring peace and harmony, law and order, to serve and protect.”
By the moment I described, Mikael had finally captured all his colleagues with his arrogance and contempt. And it was inadequate - our boys gathered honorably.
Now imagine another fight on the bridge, the Albanians trying to break into the Serbian side. We get orders, grab our bags and fly to the place. Without reaching a couple of tens of meters, we jump out of the cars and start to dress. We don’t get in close because the locals were very pleased to burn our cars at the slightest possible.
Everything was fine, but when Mikael opened his bag, it turned out that everything, absolutely everything in it, was carefully painted by the caring hands of colleagues in a gentle pink color. Thanks to the Serbian pulverization industry.
He blew up from insult. What to do? Time does not wait. So he had to run between Serbs and Albanians in a pink armor jersey, in a pink helmet and with a pink bush, shocking them with his unexpected and unserious appearance.
We couldn’t even work out of laughter. Everyone was crushed: international police, even Albanians and Serbs.
Mikhail understood the situation correctly and moved to another unit. But even there, until the end of his service, he was nicknamed "Lady in pink."