The rich inner world, the third size of the breast is not a rival.

Looking at the Internet for photos of worms in the performance of the shaved butt of Paul Voly, I remembered a story from the 90s involuntary participant of which I had to be.

One day a friend of the army called me, who went to Germany for PMJ and asked to visit his mother. The fact is that he planned to take his mother to him, but the case with the sale of the apartment required her presence at home. Despite the recent default, the buyer was quickly found. Rieltor, who was conducting the deal, asked not to rush to rejoice because there was a collapse. The 4-room ministerial apartment in the center is a nice piece, but at the same time one of the rooms according to the court decision on divorce belonged to the former father-in-law, who sold his share unknown to whom. Unknown who could not be contacted.

Rieltor launched clearly the wrong mechanisms with its requests in the passport table, and soon a "happy" hop company, which today would be called "professional neighbors", entered the apartment on order. The locks on the entrance door were broken, the door to the bathroom was broken and the diapers were washed into the toilet. In other words, they were raiders, the only task of which is to force the owner to sell the apartment much cheaper than the nominal. The appeal to the area effect did not give, on the contrary, it turned out that he was an active participant in the housing depression scheme.

I wasn’t stupid and strong enough to break into my apartment and throw out the bandits, but I was still young and reckless. This is a terrible mixture. The plan matured instantly and I asked my friend’s mother to go to a friend for a couple of days.

That same evening in the apartment, enjoying the absence of entrance locks, came a stranger with two litre bottles, fashionable then, vodka "rest" and a package of snacks. Ugly people come together quickly, so the sober guest, "confusing the entrance", came to a hop company, bored without an old lady.

After half an hour, the firmly sleeping company in the face of three bandits was naked and naked. I poured kefir on their bodies and then took a lot of photos in very unambiguous poses. Adrenaline was over. The plan was practically executed, but when I checked the contents of the pockets of their clothes, I was very surprised to find, in addition to passports, the passports of the metro police officers and tabular weapons.

Anger has blown me up from the inside – the guards are engaged in banditism. Angrily, I made changes to the original plan. With the blue chemical pencil with which I painted my northern glow tattoo on my hand, I painted all three cockroach marks on my ass and the corresponding rings. After that, they took their bodies to the monument of the "heroes of the capture of Plevna", where sitting nearby in the car waited for early dogs to call out.

The next day, in exchange for passports, passports and weapons, I received from a notary a gift for a room in the name of a friend’s mother. A month later, after the deal for the sale of the apartment was completed and the owner left to his son, I printed the photos and sent them by mail to the Metro police.

Where will the 10,000 discharged Haishnikovs go?
- In the RPC, there are just 3 thousand new temples being built.
is logical. Catch up like a stick - not to re-learn.
Again, the form, the collection of presentations, the whole service standing.

The Aliments

Those who think that they give a lot, and that the former are spending it on themselves: offer the former to divide 50 by 50 for ALL spending on the child. Just don’t say that circles / treatments / clothes / entertainment are not needed.
After receiving all the checks, start tearing your hair and thinking about where to get the money. Be surprised how your ex is still able to steal something for yourself.

As a rule, for food only and you can buy that is not the most expensive shoes and jacket. Maybe it will be chocolate.

Study the game, fool.

If there were a law that would require mothers to provide a full account on the expenditure of alimony on the child, not on themselves, there would be fewer hiding ones.

Such a law exists. A woman can be ordered to submit cheques. And suddenly find out that alimony and a quarter do not cover the necessary expenses (not to mention tastes, gifts and entertainment).

>> You are not animals.

Stop doing biology.

The idea that these delicate items are needed only a few days a month and they could be removed from the eye in the closet was not visited by the young lady... And socks, yes, this is a terrible problem.)

These items are no more delicate than soap, can be needed suddenly and should always be at hand. What about the socks... Let’s argue, under the couch they roll dirty? We argue that washing is part of the "female responsibilities" in this family?

Once I’ve been talking about contraception, I’ll tell you a funny case.

I am in the line at the pharmacy. Two casinos work, in one of them something is purchased by a very large lady, in the other a man is paid, I am standing behind him.Suddenly, a classic gopnik breaks into the pharmacy like a whirlwind (even a cap was present), runs past me in dangerous proximity and begins to mess between the casinos. The man pays off and leaves, I approach the box office, although the copper obviously intended to get there before me, but it didn’t work. Gopnik continues to run around the pharmacy, a tiger in a cage. Finally, the big lady goes away from the neighboring window and there, like the Matrosov on the embrasure of the enemy's dot, rushes the gopnik, for the flight shouting at the whole pharmacy:
The Pastor!!!!! to

Ukrainian woman beat her neighbor with two live goats
During the examination, the birds were recognized as "dumb solid objects".

The average amount of alimony paid in Russia is 2 thousand rubles. This applies to those who do not pay at all. So, you still envy the greedy mothers-receivers of hollow money?

Yet it is logical. She spends the entire salary on the child, then on herself a quarter of MY money, and on those 10 (in fact 2) pieces she spends free of full time. Brownies, sweaters, travelers, the best food, the latest gadgets. I would like to meet such a aunt, she can be entrusted with the finances and my family, or we are missing for such dozens. Yes, and time planning... In short, let go of the phone of the former, a master class is urgently needed.

When I was 11, my parents and I went to the market and saw chickens. So cute they were! I asked to buy at least one. My father said, “Why not? Take care of the chicken yourself. Feed and clean after him. Now you can settle it in a cage at home, and then take it to the country. We will have a chicken. He will be carrying eggs.”



I was pleased. She cleaned the cage, fed and cleaned. When my parents were not at home, I first held him under my chest, on my chest. He grew more and more, showing his character. He loved sitting on my feet while I was lying down and reading.



When it was hot, the chicken grew up with long legs, warts and spurs, and we learned that it was a cock. He was taken to Dacia. But as they called Manka, so they continued to call. I went to feed him every day. I was supposed to go there every day and wash my bed for 8 to 12 days, and he was always somewhere around. Sometimes he flew and sat on my shoulder.



Before the beginning of the cold, he became an adult, but entirely handy cock. He calmly walked in his hands, could fit on his knees, did not show aggression at all.



And one day the father brings a body of chicken, without a head, and says, "Well, here is you Manka! Cook the soup.” I was crying. My mother cooked the soup. I did not touch him.

In France, an optimist, a pessimist and a bored man was executed. The optimist was first brought to the guillotine and asked his last wish. He replied, “Life was so beautiful and interesting! Please put me face up. It would be interesting to see the knife fall. They put him face up, pulled the lever, and the knife scratched and stopped over the neck itself. As usual, he was pardoned. Ask the pessimist about his last wish. He said, “Life was so ugly! And there’s that knife... And the bloodthirsty crowd... Close my eyes and shut my ears with cotton. His wish was fulfilled, the lever was pulled, but the knife scratched again and stopped over his neck. He was also pardoned, according to custom. Zanuuda asks, “Is it your last wish?” - The last wish, the last wish... It would be better to fix the guillotine.

of Moscow. 21st century. There is an advertisement at the entrance door. with photo. "Lost quadrocopter of white colour..." and so on.

My dear! Read about the Postman.

Read about Gandons and Vasectomy.

If the snow does not grow,
It does not grow in your hand.
The clock beats twelve.
You are probably a corpse.

If the partner is not a husband and not a bridegroom, but just a lover, then even in the presence of condoms pills still need to be demanded. In addition to children, infections occur, and from infections, tablets and spirals will not help.

He writes a letter to Santa. A maid rests next to the chair.

The Son:

Do you want to write a letter to Santa?

The Sister:

and no.

The Son:

Why is?

The Sister:

I don’t seem to need anything.

The Son:

Do you need a new boot? My grandmother has a grocery.

The Sister:

Well, a lotus, maybe you need it.

The next day, they found a letter written by a caring grandson.

“Dear Santa Claus. My name is 60 years old. Give me a new lap for the New Year.”

How to solve this problem?
I read an old book in Swedish. There is the same situation - a young man made a child to a deaf girl. He did not want to get married, and she was not very impressed. Sweden, fucking, early 19th century. A single maiden cannot raise a child - the community gives him up for upbringing in a childless pastor's family, the maiden and the boy of OBA pay alimony, both visit. And we still have the pride of hiding from alimony, so that "this cock doesn't have my money"!?? The wild... the wild!

I stood at the entrance yesterday, waiting for her to come out. Appropriate girl with a girlfriend, 10 years old, picking a homeopath. She responds the same girl and follows this dialogue:



- Masha, your phone is off, let's go out, go to the hill, or it's dark soon.



I can’t, I haven’t cleaned up yet.

What else has you left?

Washing the dishes.

Let me help.

No, I cannot...



And here in the housephone some boy hihi ha ha bumped something.



The girl at the housephone changed her voice:

Do you have a mystery in your guests? ? to

He went in for the book...



As she left the house, she shouted, “Well, you and the goat!

Here we in the USSR had real holidays in the New Year – parents on 2 January to work, and we have freedom.