The genitals are supplied with blood from the internal artery. Fucking in socks is more pleasant, because the legs do not freeze.
Mutants are fucking.

I tried wet toilet paper for the first time. Feelings are similar to communicating with a subordinate.

And the rottening of America is always accompanied by a decline in the rate of the ruble to the dollar?

A country that lives in the past and will remain.

by CUD. The case of excess speed. The citizen walked on the track with a speed of somewhere 170 km / h, and you can - 110. This is a serious case - 6 holes, a driving ban for six months and two thousand fines. The citizen, however, has circumstances - he broke the spidometer, and broke in a vicious and harmful way - stuck with a arrow. That is, he moved, but he did not climb above 100. The police confirm: indeed, stuck, we checked. The mechanic confirms, so and so, this nature of the breakdown, indeed, from 0 to 100 shows (although not without focuses), and for a hundred - does not go. The insurance company agrees. So the rights were not taken, the affairs were not launched, but a certain number of holes were made and a fine was taken, although not so large. Why is? And because - according to the judge - when the cows on the boards merge into one, it is possible and should be noticed that something is not quite the same with speed.

With the help of a hammer you killed dozens of people and robbed hundreds. What can you say as an excuse?
The accused, sit down and stop speaking.

I look at "NATIONAL GEJGRAFIC WILD" about domestic cats in the suburbs of London. The host tells us that the cat of free pasture usually considers its territory the house where it lives, the garden at the house and the garden of the neighbors. He prefers to live in his neighbor’s garden rather than in his own.
They look like people, aren’t they?

Hello to you! What news?
Sasha Gray is back in the sport.
Amy, what news do you have?! to
I haven’t played a lot of sport for a long time.)

The blade! If you think foods are made of calories, then the bulb is made of kilowatt!

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Guess what I eat?
The marinated cucumbers!
As in the song.)
WOW: In what song?
Oh well in the song)
XHH: About the strawberries
I planted marinated cucumbers, aa...
HHH: Did you hear it?
and aluminum)
LOL, what is it?
Tagged: aluminum peppers
Hahahaha, you are humorous.
I am serious.
Oh yeah, well...
Googled Googled
Theme: Blythe
Would you go crazy?))
My life will never be the same again...

Alcohol and tobacco prices in Ukraine will gradually rise to the level of European
SERP: Gadizza, I want Spanish wine for 65 cents per liter ))

I come back from work late in the car, and I gained a dull habit: to eat something from fast food for the night, in the end I sleep dull and the stomach hurts. To somehow disappoint myself I recorded a video in which I seem to tell myself that I am from the future, DO NOT DO THIS, otherwise tomorrow you will be very bad etc, all this with proper intonation, artistic and background music, I always come back at about one time, so I put this video to run by a timer in a smartphone that hangs on the glass. And everything was fine, until at one moment, I didn’t get to drive a girl to a colleague from work, with whom we have a long time already mutual sympathy. Well, along the way we got stuck with languages and not only... On the back seat we have the very height of the process, and here it means working a reminder. I really hope that the poor girl is well with her psyche, but her face I will remember for a long time.

Politicians are goats, lying and not red.
And the people are lambs, listening and believing.
zzz: do you have a nostalgia about the transmission "dialogue about animals"?

I am an engineer with two higher education, I am quite able to go to the market on Saturday morning for a cross screw and the key to 13, and then self-sufficiently twist the bed. Even from the Mushroom.
Natasha, you are a girl!

They sit... My husband solved the problem radically – he immediately balds!

xxx: Are you ready to sacrifice your eye for the ability to photograph everything you see at any moment?
Is it not suitable for the army?
XXX: They will be taken to the exploration. No need to pull the equipment.
zzz:Good, in the air reconnaissance.They will be attached to the delta plane - you will be a drone

Under my window at night street cats arrange discussions on the topic - Is there life in apartments!

Democracy is when a flock of lambs chooses a shepherd.

From the wolf room.

Zzz: The Khhlis chose Chupacabra.

YYYY
I invited him to meet in the evening and go for a walk. To be honest, I had the idea of inviting him after a walk with me "for coffee". However, this miracle said that he wanted to spend this evening on his hobbies...
Thus, my definition of “dirty” is: a man who prefers sex to his hobby. Regardless of the hobby. Computers, maps, books – it doesn’t matter. If you, fucking, reject the conditional offer of sex in favor of any of this x'et, preferring then to quietly teenage - then you are 100%, pure shit!

Zzz
God what a shit.
“Sex is a great thing only when there is nothing more to do.” Bukowski

At 7 a.m. the dogs took me out. I walked there and went back, thinking about how much more pleasant it was to sleep in the bedroom in the morning than to sink out on the street. At the entrance, the car slowed and the driver asked, "What kind of house is this?"
I tried to wake up reactively and understand something, but I couldn’t. Therefore, I asked without concerns: "and what attribute of the house are you interested in?"
"I didn’t understand..." – the driver was upset.
I was very stressed and speechlessly re-formulated: "nnu... what would you like to know about this house?"
The driver stepped out of the window and made sure that no other living person could be seen anywhere. Then he also seemed to be very stressed, because he asked, “Is there a number at home?”
"see", I said encouragingly, "another thing! there is. The number is sixteen."
Uncle frightenedly covered the window and whispered over the glass: "and the body?"
“Third,” I politely supplemented and headed to the door, dreaming of returning to the world of dreams.
When I got to the door, he cried out to me again: "Ah! What is it?"