Sam258: On Friday I drank beer with silk. Sledka eaten all the fistakes and half of the icals.

I went home last night in a crowded bus. Naturally, the conductor did not remember who was entering and leaving, of course, she periodically asked to show tickets. By the way, this aunt conductor was from the southern republics, straight very brown.



Well, here she in the dust of work approaches one guy and asks to show a ticket. But before that she asked him for a ticket 2-3. The man was ready to get out of the bus.



After her request, he couldn’t stand and said, “How much can I do!” Why exactly me!! Is it because I am white? I refuse to ride in such a racist bus," and with these words he goes out at his stop.

I was delighted by a comment from YouTube, under the video where a black guy tastes the cold: "Wow, I will tell you the basic rules of Russian cuisine. You must eat everything with bread. Secondly, if you eat with bread and still not taste good, then add butter or cream! Thirdly, if you don’t like the dish with cream and oil, go to radical spices like hernia and mustard... If you don’t like the dish with mustard or hernia in some incredible way... it’s probably Chinese cuisine and the Russian rules don’t apply to it.”

xxx: Hm... and Snowden himself is anything remarkable besides spinning a flash with a bunch of information at work? A lot of it has been in the press lately.
YYY: Well... he at least worked where 99% of GT’s inhabitants would never get.
zzz: Well, let’s say 99% of the inhabitants of the GT would never have taken into the Australian women’s national team of figure skating — that somehow automatically makes it something remarkable?
AAA: Of course it does. Try to get into the women's national team of Australia on figure skating, a tooth give, you will immediately score.
If you take the flash from there...

and Lena! The Lennoch! Where is the contract? Lena, I’ll put you on a hook and I’ll catch you. Because you are one percent brainless, you only fish!

Jurben: I respect these guys, even without leaving the house they manage to be fighters of MMA and Kachatzo from 12 years old!! Respect for such people!

Ars Dirt: Per he wanted to write that he has been in the IMO since the age of 12.

Here is the opinion you expressed.

This is a moment of worship,
Which I bring in motion.
The opinion you expressed.

This is an abstract axis (type spice).
Which is now vertical.
under the force of the moment,
Which I bring in motion.
The opinion you expressed.

This is my male reproductive organ.
through which it passes freely.
line and line,
where the circle is cut,
under the force of the moment,
Which I bring in motion.
The opinion you expressed.

c) the GLUC

Was it a boy with a broken clock?
Seriously, how many times have you broken your clock and mobile at the same time that you were forced to ask the passers time (and definitely the cute girls, not the grandfather)?
I can’t believe in such a total misfortune. In multiple unskilled subjects - is more willing to believe, judging from the further text.
Well, and then - seriously, is this straight brutally and aggressively sent? Many times? Do you give an accurate quote? Because the majority of the outcasted street people were attached to the wreath, “Why are you so rude and aggressive?” " A very polite refusal to communicate. Laconic, without confused smiles, dumbness and "ah, I already have a boyfriend... ". Your brother does not understand that it is impossible to invade the personal space by default, and a simple “no” is enough to apologize and drop. No one is obliged to explain why they do not want to communicate with you.

A great ending to episode seven: Luke Skywalker says, “Yes, his naphyg!” and slowly melts up in the air.

New Star Wars Episode 2015:
Has Cho Han Solo escaped from that lady?
I understand Harrison Ford. Could you live with Tymoshenko?

A new level though. In the past, the Moscow people judged the whole country, and even the whole world. Now the Moscovites judge all of Moscow by their micro-region.
..................
This is not a new level, it is an elementary ignorance of the laws of formal logic. Domine the judgment of the species "all S is P". At the same time, the person absolutely seriously does not understand what is wrong with him.

My five copies. About Fools and Girls

The driver, a decent-looking uncle, asked him how to get to point A, because he was not a local, and the navigator broke. She explained, on her fingers showed where to go, listened to a monologue about what kind of a nursery and a clever man he is, now he is going to the halter, and then home to the area to his wife and children. I said goodbye and drowned. A few meters later the car stopped again, my uncle offered to take me away, refused, because I was on the other side. And it started, “Girl, maybe you’ll go with me, and I’ll take you home then (chuk, you typically went to work, didn’t you?Let’s just go on a shield.Girl, where you are so in a hurry, you have a husband, children, you need to cook dinner (what does it matter to you? The new series is out, girl, maybe we’ll go somewhere (in your jaw, for example). After polite refusals, the man with a whisper started from the spot and fled in the distance.
Attention, the question is, who of us is the fool? (The words in the clips are exclusively my thoughts at the time of writing the story)
admin, kitty, hoyace o_o

<xxx> I bought a quadcopter
<yyy> o_o
<yyy> to my husband?
<xxx> to yourself
<yyy> O_O
<xxx> I have never managed anything or anyone in my life. So at least this.
<xxx> well
<xxx> this is my own gift

What is good for the government is expensive for the ordinary man.

During the Soviet era, I had a friend named Zhenya, who fell out of the standard at the time. Therefore, he had all sorts of nicknames, of which I remembered three: Grandfather, Yoga and a colleague. He was then a relatively young man, but wearing a large, half-gray beard like Tolstoy’s. And in general, it resembled Leo Nikolaevich with a strong fold, a nose of potatoes and thick hanging eyebrows. He also possessed the gift, characteristic for most of the very old people, to talk to everyone on an equal footing, without offending anyone or offending himself. Probably because of the combination of these qualities and attached to him the nickname "Dad".

My wife and I had a common interest in Eastern philosophy. But I did not advance further than the dry theory, and Zhenya practiced the Tibetan Yoga of Inner Fire or Tummo. Externally, this was expressed in the fact that he was walking all year round in old twisted Wrangler jeans, a T-shirt or a lightweight canvas jacket and never wore shoes. Sometimes, you go around the city in the winter and see: Zhenya stands immersed in himself in a row for cabbage cakes, and around his pink feet, snow is slowly melting. The line usually noticed this deviation from the norm when there were three people behind him, and was always excited. People quietly pushed each other and pointed their fingers at the Bride. People simply fell into a stupor, not believing their eyes. Particularly impressive ladies could not withstand and left, unable to watch such self-harassment. Serious men asked to call the police. And necessarily in the line was a literate who loudly and meaningfully pronounced the word "Yog!" At the same time, everyone calmed down and began to discuss what the Indian yogis can and can’t do. And Zhenya was already away, chewing the cake melancholy. Therefore, it was known to the citizens precisely under the name “Yog”. From those distant years I have only one black-and-white wedding photo. You can see it at http://abrp722.livejournal.com/ in my home.

I myself then worked as a patent practitioner at an academic institute, where even in times of dry law, state alcohol was poured, if not by a river, then by a full-water stream. But patents, as it is easy to guess, no one was invited to this celebration. Therefore, in case of urgent need, I flocked through the dirty congested courtyard into experimental production to the site where liquid helium is made. Alcohol was always there, and the head of the site, named Tola and named Barin, was my friend. On another such visit, I open the door and see Jenny. Well, I think our regiment arrived! I ask :
- How long have you been here?
So long ago, almost a month ago.
“Listen,” I say, “I changed the Dhammapada in the House of Books. If you are interested, come to the new building on the second floor, ask where the patents are. Let me see!
And I step straight to the "chamber" of Tallinn, from the window of which he is currently observing the order on the site.

Tola opens the safe, pouches an elite rectangle into my hammer and is interested:
How do you know your colleague?
I am married? by the books. Why a colleague? He is a grandfather or yoga, well, maybe a beard.
- Remember, - begins Tola, and his eyes suddenly become sad, - two weeks ago there was the vice-president of the Academy of Sciences. The director, as appropriate, led him through the institute. The urine hit them in the head to enter my area. Sannych opens the door, leaves the guest forward, and the switches throw from behind. And right in front of the door, in a scattered sold chair, Zhenya sits barefoot and smokes whitewash. Well, the academics got a little hurried, stopped. And Zhenya encouraged them, “Don’t do it,” he says, “Come in, colleagues!”

We have actors just like stars: the older generation - red giants, the new - blue dwarfs.

Online game Nick Henata
Friend: Fuck, I read "hentai"
I: And what is this (type not fire), explain on your fingers.
D: I’ll explain it to the puppets now.

Meeting on the automated accounting project:
xxx:...and in the circumstances when there are such deviations in your company in the accounting...
Yyy: Sorry, but as far as I know, the term deviation is used to describe sexual abnormalities.
xxx: That’s why he’s so good at describing the situation.

<Margarita> Good morning Alice! Are you planning a wedding? Maybe I will be useful to you. Wedding decorations in an aristocratic style. Pleased to meet!

<Alice> nice, thank you for writing, but I'm celebrating my divorce, which took place just recently, so I don't need a wedding florist yet

As far as I can remember, all the equipment around me was old and worn out. My father worked on old trucks all his life. And the other trucks in the fleet were also old, despite the fact that my father was periodically traveling for new ones. The heatboat, on which I first sailed on the Volga, was from the past century, wheeled. I remember the oak cutting panels in a restaurant and a car with long shadows. Then I sailed along the rivers on various boats and heatways, and they were always old, covered with dozens of layers of peeling paint. I don’t remember any flight on a new plane. They were always weak, lost and old. What LAZY, that Ikarus, Liaz and now here are all kinds of Manas, Iveco, etc. All are old. Houses, new buildings, in a couple of years become sloppy and old. The roads are broken and old. I am old myself. But I wasn’t always like that, but everything around me was always old. Even the things I once did, the trees I planted, are all old. And only my kids are still new and young.