Ibn al-Jamil: It sounds like the curse of Allah.
Doc_Black: This is the name of the gin, imprisoned in the incandescent lamp by Suleiman ibn Dawud. In the first hundred years of imprisonment, he vowed to golden him who would bring him the internet. The second is to force the liberator to sit forever on the 28.8k daily. For the third hundred years he vowed to pour the whole internet in the shit of obscurity and ignorance... and it was then that he was released.

What does your dad mean?
The eyebrows

<zog_t> in order to understand what is written at this address, you need to understand the assembler
<gurman> and Google Translate to Basic is not yet translating?

analgin55: yes fucking, I am an analgin, not an anal gin

- Do you think my mom would be very upset if I turned the toothpaste covers on the closet instead of the pen? There is no hunting in the store.
The original way of suicide.

There was a blue light, a light for the blue.

Here are a few more stories from the time I was working in the staff. The first is how I did the lighting with the horse. Once I got tired of the half-dark inside, and I decided to hang another lamp: if you remember, in production such often hanged, on two daylight lamps, 80 watts each. The ceilings are not high, 2-2.20 meters, no slopes, no stairs, only a huge pot, "swarming", as we called it, with a volume of 50-60 liters, it evaporated oats. He turned around, stood on her and began broadcasting the lamp, behind the “stands” with horses, closest to Milka.

A few words about her. Milka, from the Jewish - laughing - this is the whole essence of her character: if you ride on it, then you will not admire the landscape quietly, she, in order to avoid it, just need to either bite the horse going in front, or lie down the horse behind, not so hard. And if the horse is turned on, it will become “on the candle.” At the same time, everything was done relatively innocently - she did not aim to drop the rider, or to crush the horse going from behind - she needed a "drive" whatever - it is boring to just drive. I loved riding it because I had to ride it, not sleep on a horse.

So, I started broadcasting the lamp, I stood, bending on the boiler, and I feel it approaches from behind and holds on to my "fifth point" with her ass – they were about the same level, only my one slightly higher. The first thought was, bored, she decided to sink. About what could hit, not even talk, just pushed. I pushed her, she didn’t leave. Carefully clutched on her, ready at any moment to "hop" - but no, it holds me.

Every time I climbed up, she approached me so that I could rely on her. She slipped down, left for something – she went to the side. I didn’t believe until the last time that she was helping me, supporting me while I was mounting. I thought coincidence. After finishing the installation, I tried, just so, from the boiling to rely on her, she immediately left, did not hold me. That is to say, she saw that I was very uncomfortable, decided to help, and I will say, clinging to her, it was much easier to hang the lamp.

The second story from the horse life, I told it our boss - Yuri Borisovich. Or just Borisovich. He started with an ordinary cabin at the Kyiv Hippodrom. Once brought there a young scooter from the tabun, to try it, and decide what to do with him next - either to the sport, if he shows good results, or back to the tabun.
To be in captivity is a very great stress for the dragon: here he was in the field, and here he stands in the diary. They are undergoing acclimatization for a while. Horses, by their nature, are very sensitive and vulnerable creatures. I don't know how he touched Borisovich, maybe confused by his appearance or character, he began to feed him with carrots, the good cost it then, what, 3 copies per kilogram. He is attached to him by a dragon, follows him with a tail, hides and catches between the buildings of the barracks play. They made friends, in one word.

Now the story itself - Borisovich went somehow riding on him through the Goloseevsky Park to ride, and already returned, but in trouble, in one place, the path was crossed by a broken bush. The raven refused to pass through the bushes. He is frightened, fears, and at the last moment turns aside. Borisovich tears from the horse, walked along the path, showed that everything is fine, which is not scary at all, and you can walk peacefully - it works on horses. And he will persevere and all go back, far away. 15 minutes, it didn’t help. Behind the bullshit of the booty Borisovich had a thin punch, he took it more by habit, so he did not. Psycho, he tossed him on the body. The drawer! The one immediately on the candle, and in the flight, opening his mouth wanted to bite. But as he descended on the front, something in his horse’s brains clicked – that’s a man who loves me and cares about me, what am I doing? I probably thought of the horse. At first aimed, either for the ear or for the key to grab. Standing on the front pits, he still bit him, for the third button of the shirt, slightly rubbed it and let go, went away, and with fear and confusion, began to look at Borisovich - what did I do? This confusion lasted a couple of minutes, and then he approached, stuck his mouth in his shoulder and rattled: tears in two streams, just didn't slip. He crossed these bushes, not even noticing, and he did not even try to burst down all the way back.
These are the animals, these horses.

Serdyukov and Vasilyev sit in front of the TV:
“The Deputy Prime Minister and Vice-President for the Far East, Trutnev, complained that 64 billion of the 106 billion allocated for infrastructure development were missing without a trace.”
Vasiliev, jealously breathing out:
I asked for it, but I was told that I had a poor imagination.

Sisadmin is not the one who reinstalled the wheel, but the one who removed Amigo.

Is DNA Testing Orthodox?

First, why spend money if no one, except the mother-in-law, has any doubts? Secondly, my friend in the same situation did a DNA test - the mother-in-law still remained with her opinion, and the results of the test declared false.

xxx> I did the morning exercise for the first time in my life! Oh yeah! The courage! and health!
yyy> You did it in the hour of the day
xxx> Yes, but I woke up at 12:30!

I have prepared spinach for the kids and I can’t force them to eat it. My husband said, “Eat and you will be green tomorrow.” They wiped everything and demanded more.

The move. The entire apartment is furnished with boxes. They are all of different sizes and colors. Some are not yet disassembled, some are empty, some are only half disassembled...If I were a cat, I would have decided that I have wasted all my nine lives and got into a cat paradise.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! And the Disney series about small mopsics is not so girl, there is a safe adult dog Dobermacho! by Krrutu!! to
How awesome to be backward in development and watch very children's cartoons!! to
You won’t believe how awesome it is to watch children’s cartoons without being backward in development!

I stand in a row at the box with cognac, in front of me a woman with a little daughter in a bright pantyhose. The girl is playful, shakes her mother's legs, her mother unhappyly beats her hands: "Stop! »

Their turn came, and suddenly my mom shrugged her hands and said to the girl, “Oh, tea, we forgot to take! Stay here, I hurry, pass the man forward! »

“Girl, I can go,” I turned to the little girl.

The seller slightly jumped, looked at me and rounded her eyes, apparently remembering something important. The girl waved her thick, curly hair and turned to me. From underneath the puppy, I was looked at sadly by a weary middle-aged uncle. by Igor Nikolaev. The pain of his eyes cannot be expressed in words.

"Sorry," I answered silently, "I went on," calculated and went, but chose, contrary to the proposals, another way - home.

XXX: Newborn babies have almost no individual traits
yyy: have, but to distinguish them, you need to train your cranial neural network on a large number of examples (theme that with the Chinese). Obstetricians, nurses in nursing homes distinguish babies perfectly, and parents will experience difficulties. However, when I was present at the birth, I remembered the son well, and two days later I easily identified in my chamber of three available children, although I admit that it would be difficult to choose from 20 or more.

You have swallowed!Looking at the baby after birth?All in the sweat, in the bleeding, neither feet nor hands do you hear, it all hurts, you put something warm splashing on the stomach, said the boy, you can only? What to sneeze through tears, even if it’s a girl – you can’t see it!And by Caesarean – and by far... the experts are foolish...

I saw the BIOS. Oh no Anne. Just look at the new year on the other side.

A narrow look

At the first acquaintance with the child, the mother distinguishes him by a desk with his surname, their babies in the nursery are tied to handles.

Oh well? Does it not show up after birth? A midwife covers the baby with a black coat and takes away the secret boxing room.

You may show, and even ask, "do you take or not?" and some at this time rest under anesthesia.

Authorities of Saudi Arabia
They arrested 11 princes.
Participation in protests in
Royal Palace in Riyadh.
Members of the Royal Family
Protest against the rejection of the monarch
Paying for communal
Pay for water and light.

Even though...