Vladimir: You know, sometimes when communicating with you, it seems to me that I am communicating with a random number generator. You change your opinions, your moral attitudes, and your conversations so often that I feel like I’m talking to a whole club of schizophrenics.
Vladimir: And I like it.)
Vladimir: Ability to communicate with any type of people

>> xxx: How can a sweet grandmother with such a weak, barely hearing voice CHROP like a rich?

And so often happens. People with weakened neck tongue and lowered sky snoring, which means just a quiet voice. If you do snoring exercises, the voice will become louder.
Very educational.

"K12th
Oh these vendors, for humans out how many bageroports and at least one fix, and for cats please:("

Cats are a flagship model. This is also evidenced by fur finish, improved gyroscope and hanging on the legs, improved audio track, high sensitivity eyes, silent suspension.

Today in the subway next to me sat a girl, and her young man stood still. I still don't really like to sit when at the peak hour a full car of women and girls nearby, conscience does not allow, in general, I stood up silently and left to stand at the door.
A minute later, the girl comes and stretches me a banana. In gratitude.
Thank you guys, it’s nice to know that you’re responding well.

8[14:05:51] ss: new advertisement in the elevator
8[14:05:59] ss: "pitzman and sushman. Delivery "
8[14:06:06] ss: wrote: "mats"

There is such a historical film "Gettysberg" There is such a pleasure of giving tribute to tolerance. For the first five minutes of the film, the soldiers march to the battlefield, pass through the village where they are handcuffed by women, and then under a tree find a wounded Negro. Further, there are four hours of offgenic battle scenes where there is not a single lady or a single Negro.

In the mail of a very intelligent appearance, the grandmother said on the phone:
Today is Wealth Day! Wherever I go, I get my pension!

The devil of the mouth (13:46:25 7/12/2015)
We are smiling here.
We have a top-down mandatory program for scrolling social advertising videos of the Ministry of Health on our TVs.
We report the clocks that scrolled in each roll (debility, but not the essence)
The fact is that the sound is almost everywhere silenced on the telics, and people look there and look away.
so here, all these videos are good-beautiful-thinking, but only when there is a sound series, and the context of the misanthropy, stretched over the entire video 2-3 minutes.
No matter how you look at the screen, at any time.
People swallow, swallow suspicious pills, smoke and engage in random relationships.
We are advertising, we are going.

What is the right expression: espresso or express?

Tagged: espresso

xxx: thank you

YYY: Not for anything. I am an expert on this.

Comments on "A missing Chinese woman lived in an internet cafe for 10 years" :

“In a cafe, they found a girl raised by a computer.”

I go home from the universe. I met a beautiful girl. She looked at me and smiled sweetly. The mood immediately rose. I come home and look in the mirror: I put on a hat. Swamp outside. Everything got to its place.

My mother has been sick for a long time. Cancer with all its consequences. But, until the last, she wandered everywhere, in small affairs and hospitals, believing that as soon as she would lie down, she would immediately die. It may be so. Sometimes she got bad on the way. She did not lose consciousness, but there was a sharp weakness and she settled on the ground. Sometimes I managed to get to the bench, sometimes it didn’t work. People often stopped and offered help. Since she did not walk far, everyone near the house, was accompanied home a couple of times. But usually she refused with gratitude, attacks of weakness passed quickly and she went home without problems.



At one such moment, she found herself at the fence of the kindergarten, the fence is long, at the path "the fence" is grassy. That’s where she’s sitting. I went out of the store, a few products in a package. I sit, he says, breathing fresh air, spring is good. She was optimistic. A 25-year-old man approached her and asked what had happened. Mom usually refused, said, the weakness is strong, will soon pass. The guy took a pack of foods and quickly left.



My mother told me that with laughter. That is, the fool. There would be something to steal, bread, and a pack of strawberries. A couple of years have passed, my mom is almost a year away, and I can’t forget and forgive him. As I remember this guy, I immediately want to break his part.

on the local website posted a history (to unleash the holiwar and increase visibility)
on the topic that a young dad began to disturb a small child (weeping, requiring attention and others)

The people met in comments, but especially distinguished one judge, saying that if a man becomes a father, he is the victim.
It would be interesting to see his father.

My husband is watching a channel on YouTube. Interview with a famous athlete. He is such a bass:
- Here I am often asked by young people (covering voice for a teenager) "I go to boxing and karate, where would I look like?" (and again bass) - Go to the library!

6th of December, SPb, +8C Even the winter is falling from us.

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Now you have the same climate as in Western Europe. The window was not closed for a long time.

Anna
I don’t have chest chopsticks.
Tatiana
Did you put them in the gas tank?? to
Anna
Of course, I’m sitting and watching the whole cupcake.)
Tatiana
I have a good conversation with you ?
Anna
You are the first.)

About a year ago, I had a night with a lady. She had to go to work in the morning, and for that, she had to shave her shirt. But I have a very hairy cat at home, and he loved to sleep on a smoothing board. Therefore, there was always a lump of wool on her. And here, in order not to blur the shirt in the wool, the lady comes to mind... Put a plastic bag. Under the shirt. To confirm it is all a matter. In the end, I was to blame for everything.

Our friend is a predecessor in the university. He sows the rational, good, eternal. He is doing educational conversations.Once he went to rest in the bathroom. They drank, ate, and they called a prostitute. What was his surprise when his student came to the challenge. He long told her why prostitution is denounced by society. discussed the risks. Asked to leave the profession, to reconsider, to return to the exams in economics. Shame on short. And then I fucked. Because it is enclosed.

To call homosexuals “pedicals, peders, or homics” is not good, but right.

Joseph of Egypt

In the weekend, Heat came to the country to Bobrov on the "bozhole nouvo". Both families have been friends for a long time, were, what is called, held and, having discovered for themselves, over time, the joys of gastronomic tours around Europe, began to celebrate this French holiday. Last autumn they gathered with the Warms, and this time they took the Bobrovs, who tried not to hit the dirt with their face. The table was broken with delicacies that would envy any Paris family. Several types of cheese neighbored with meat products and fish delicacies, over which a large bottle of whiskey with a woolmaker in a sweater on the label. Everything was at height.
Oh the oligarchs! - enthusiastically exclaimed Teplov raising a bowl with a goat pastet - the foa-gra they have, wow, level!
- Yeah, they, with these sanctions - pretending to be angry, a happy hostess waved her hands, pouring wine on high glasses - nothing is right now, well, we have at least a familiar in "Lux Gurme" manager, she earns. Let’s go for an aperitif.
Everyone friendly drank a glass of thermic young wine, snacking the canapés offered to them with pieces of pastet and pineapple.
- Mda - the owner of the house dropped on the back of the chair - foa gra. And remember how in the nineties, you and I went out and went to the market together, so that it was cheaper to buy a bucket? Here, let us eat it now.
“Yes,” his wife said, “it was a time, God did not bring.
Yes why? - unexpectedly objected to Teplov - I really liked that cushion, I would not refuse now.
Skeptically whispered Bobrov – let’s, let’s. I can offer you another alcohol "Royal", I recently found my snail in the basement here.
- And what - Heaplov stubbornly - a bowl... and I can swallow the spirits, it is you have offspringed here in full, you can not live without parmesan.
I am? - Bobrov was upset - yes, so you know, I don't eat this cheese at all, it's only blue, and it's a bit more, the smell of interrupting.
“Wow, wow,” he laughed, kicking his head at a bottle of whiskey standing, “you are drinking Scottish whiskey, but you can’t drink alcohol.
Am I not able to? I shouted angrily offended Bobrov, was it me? Well, let’s take that alcohol,” he said to his wife, “and look at the cellar there in the basement, I seemed to have seen it.
Let’s go, what did you come up with? I reacted calmly, yes, I won’t go anywhere.
After a brief quarrel, realizing that it was useless to argue with his wife, the angry Bobrov himself went to the cellar, returning with a dusty bottle of alcohol and a bowl of pearl meat.
Have you gone crazy? - His wife was outraged - I'll give this meal to the dog of the neighbor!
– No fig – Bobrov cut off, putting a cold look on Teplov – it is for me instead of a snack, I will only warm up.
“Give me a snack,” he replied, adding, “you can even get cold.
I am cold too! Bobrov said angrily and, shaking the hamon that was broken down there from his plate, threw the gray clumped mass on her from the bench. After that, he opened the "Royal" bottle and poured the alcohol into a couple of free wine glasses.
The women, swirling, covered their noses with their hands, and the host with the guest tightly, as if from a seat, looking at each other, raised high glasses with alcohol and drank, snacking brown bits of cold pearls.
Well how? Bobrov breathed out, turning the glass up the bottom – can’t I? I can eat without eating, unlike some people. More maybe?
Of course! Heat, what are you asking?

A couple of hours passed and there was complete harmony. The women, talking peacefully, drank tea somewhere in the kitchen. In the hall on the festive table drowned almost untouched foreign delicacies, which looked at from his label a surprised volynnik, and both friends, having drank a liter of alcohol and drank all the pearl, choked friendly on the wide sofa standing in the corner.
The French “Bozole Nuovo” festival, as always, succeeded.
by robertyumen