The late evening. The heat slept, a light wind. I stood, smoking on the balcony, on the fourth floor. There are five floors of neighbors. I hear, on the fifth, husband and wife quietly talk about something. Neighbors are familiar, 25 years of both.

You are Irene! My husband whispered, it was quick. No one will notice. Once and all!

And then suddenly? I noticed Irene.

What is “CHO”? He continued to hide on a bad husband.

Well, is it too little! Logically my husband objected.

and Nico! All the way! I put the line under the dispute of my husband.

Well, what can the young husband and wife whisper about on the balcony? A clear thing about the diversity of intima, by performing that on the balcony... well, a matter of life, was about to leave, as he heard a strange noise over himself. On top were poured ashes with sand, and another kind of feather resembles peel.

– Okay, let’s push... – his wife shrugged. I heard from her voice that she was very tense. From the top it shrugged, then... on a breathtaking flight past my window the door flew and, with the thunder of the end of the world, landed on the asphalt near the entrance.



As you guessed, these two intellectuals, in order not to drag through the five floors of the staircase the old door left after repair, decided to just throw it off the balcony.

I seriously, judge for yourself: people are flying in the sky, communicating at a distance through small boxes, exterminating the plague and all that. Why is no one serious about ageing?

Normal contraceptives cannot be used.

Call on mobile 07.08/2017:
XXX: How is it?
Yyy: Monday, full moon, I go from tax to the dentist.
XXX: I’ll call you again.

This is:

"... The box with the punctuation in the toilet dropped by Sorry."©
– is
The masterpiece!

We have created a consumer society.

The lesson.
When I was a child, I lived on the ninth floor. The so-called grey panel. Well, where the elevator squares on the roof. I loved to go out of the balcony for fun. And here, once again from the heart worried, I stand on the balcony, contemplating the beauty of the native microry. Suddenly, a huge drop passes down right in front of his face. The sky is clean. I am astonished by the drop of the eye, and something she begins to remind me of. The next shovel flies in front of the nose. Looking up, an elderly neighbor from the bottom floor stands on the roof. And calmly says, "Specially on the roof climbed, so that you can transmit all the delights of sensations when you are spit on top. Do you like?”
I must say that I stopped not only from the balcony, but also on the street. Thank you Ivanovich!

This is a strange fan. The film "Matilda" about the Tsar insults her, and the fact that on the Red Square on an honorable place lies the body of the man who ordered to shoot this Tsar with his whole family - her for some reason does not insult.

Technofil: A couple of days ago, I was called to one regime explosive-fire-hazardous state office, mixed with TV and terrorist attacks prevention... They worked with builders with a car lift, which stung in a state disassembled over the entire length, and with two other people in a cushion.
In general, I came with an assistant.And then the circus began.Almost two hours we were issued a pass on the car, despite the running prorab - the chief of the guys sitting in the wheelchair.Then we were looking for helmets, vests, insurance belts and even told the prorab to fence a ribbon around us and the car lifts. I was in principle fun in contrast to the pro-payment time and the time went at the time of arrival...
Then we finally walked, but strangely nobody checked what we had in the car - and there besides wires, spare parts, computers and tools a bunch of interesting things... Not counting the injury I had on the belt... How I started the lift - this is another story.But as I expected at the exit, nobody checked us.
And the most interesting thing - I asked the full-time employees of the facility, how much they are paid.I was just terrified for what coins they suffer every day this circus.
No, I understand, pay well and you can at least wear the clown’s noses to everyone as a means of defense.I sell a part of my life and you pay me.But to tolerate this for a penny, and yet without the possibility to leave earlier when it is necessary or to make a work iron for the home.

I have a wedding here. ?
WOW: How did it get you? :D
The old one has become =)))
Yes, I’m just drunk, I’m sitting, I’m talking, and here a girl comes in and throws me in the head with a beer.
I am in love, I am in love =)))

It has long been known that:

Is it possible to see from the behavior of the girl that she is clean? No certificate from the gynecologist.
ZZZ: It is not possible. Even the most apparent angel can be a mother gangbanger.

Every educated girl.
In a cute, shy shirt.
They may awaken someday.
Fake grandmother’s genes

And Mashenka walks bloated, bruises, screams at everyone, in general, expresses dissatisfaction with the world around him in every way. And you won't even say what, say, the flies bit you, because from the morning two asses in her leg were crushed.

tv0r0g: Come then visit me, I’m fine here, the sea nearby.
I have an ocean.
Tagged: baby
tv0r0g: Karskoye, only 700 km north
I have an ocean too.
tv0r0g: And not any, but the Northern Ice, baby baby
Fuck, you’re probably frozen there.
Remi: This is Siberia, yo-yo
tv0r0g: dick
tv0r0g: But we are not disappointed, because a couple of warm pants - and at least the summer is not scary for you!

In the course of work in different fields, received 9 professions. I will tell you, professional holidays are evil!

And here they travel through the cozy areas of the U.S. in the "Flittwood" truck to extract money or investigate all kinds of ritual murders. Meanwhile, the priest is already held on the hook by the secret services of the Vatican, suspecting connections with impurity... So the whole season. And then hatred grows into love, bla-bla..."

Register the rights of the idea immediately! The series will disappear!

I have lived in the fifth floor for about a year. We have no rubbish. I always pick up the garbage bags that lie on the way to the first floor. Well, little, maybe my grandmother lives alone, and I am not broken. I go to the container. And then I was lucky to go on vacation, for the first time in 3 years a week. I got back today, I get up. I see, on the fourth floor there are three huge packages of garbage and they smell very strong (the week turned out to be warm). I call the apartment next to which there are bags to get a little upset, well, or to make sure there is a lonely old lady. I am opened by a woman aged 30-35. On the backdrop, a child eats, a man in cowards is drawn from behind, and then a stream falls on me:

“Here he appeared. I will write a complaint against you at the JEK, and you will be settled quickly.” In short, I could put the word in three minutes. All this with a lot of matte and real scream. The lady thought that I was an employee of the JEC and was obliged to keep the entrance clean.

I’m going to take a bag there. From the third, where I was convinced that the disabled person lives - ok. But here...

I cut my hair before the last call. The girl shaved-cut me and she pulls out her tail and she shaves me with a naked machine. The silence. I look at her, her eyes over the glass. He says, “I’ll get out now.” “Well, do everything under zero,” I answer, and I see myself as a ceiling! “You can’t pay,” says the barber. I go. Two days later, the last call. One “but” is a teacher. I surprised the kids at the last lesson. Teachers are more.

Outside: And also liked such a creativity: once took and on all mirrors (in households, in bathrooms, etc.) This person is responsible for your safety".

XXX is
Fuck, they are moving!! to

YYY
They are moving, they are children.

and answers
Is it possible to see from the behavior of the girl that she is clean? No certificate from the gynecologist.
ZZZ: It is not possible. Even the most apparent angel can be a mother gangbanger.

Zhirinovsky caught a kilogram forel at a fishing and recreation festival.

Feel the distance. I didn’t catch a two-kilogram squid.