I tell you, they never understood me at all. Now they need to get married, get married – and this is me, a man who returned to freedom six years ago and is not going to say goodbye to her a second time! They also announced to me after the third grade: "Vanechka, you will go to the camp for the summer," and I was at that time counting in "Youth" and "Contemporary" about the Terrible Gulag Camps, which wiped out all the memory of the pioneer camps, and caught hysteria in response to their offer.
Captain Gray: But did you go to the camp?
I went wherever I went. There, of course, was no GULAG, but I still limited myself to one time. and :)
Captain Gray: Once in a camp, once married... I’m afraid to ask what you have with your gay experience. It does not count once either.
Go to Nakher. and :)
Captain Gray: Is that why you don’t want to get married?

But one response struck with its originality.
I’m in the car and the wind is shedding my white hair.
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Well, I just learned to ride a motorcycle to come somewhere, take off the helmet...and everyone will see the long hair and will be "wow, it turns out to be a girl" :)

And the car I started driving, so gracefully get out of the car and carelessly put it on the alarm "pi pi" :)

But it was all 15 years ago, now I use the car for more prosaic purposes :)

XX: I’m probably a latent hickey.
XX: That is, I have to go to work, nobody will make money for me. I go to school, but without her. But in your free time for nothing go, this out-of-the-country "rest" worse than work is exhausting!
UUU: In the ancient times of my youth, "latent hicks" were commonly referred to as "domosades".

xxx, 08.03.15 16:57> The wife pumped out another collection of humorous fantasy with necromants and lay down on the couch to read it. She wanted to bite something sweet, and she asked me to roast blenders with apples.
xxx, 08.03.15 16:57> And I, as a sin, was busy passing the next level in the debugger, and I did not want to break away from it, so I tried to convince my wife that she wants chocolate. She insisted on the blinkers.
xxx, 08.03.15 16:58> And why did I argue my position with the phrase: “Silence, woman, your day is March 8!”?! to
xxx, 08.03.15 16:58> I had to fry.

If you meet a Buddha on the road, kill him" - where can you find a book in Russian, don't tell me?
Buddha: If you find this book, break it.

About the engineering mind:
My wife is cooking dinner in the oven and I put my child to sleep. The apartment is a studio, the action takes place in one room. The child fell asleep. Here we understand with horror that the timer will work now, very loud. Don’t take the child to another room – he will wake up. In the head instant action options: cover the plate with a blanket, stifle. Close the ears of the child with the fingers and wait until it works... Here the spouse (candidate of technical sciences) approaches the plate and with a happy face starts the timer for another 90 minutes... Marry girls with a technical education...

Two stories from the 21st century:
1st Solar-powered plane begins flight around the world
2nd Novosibirsk court tries director for production of opera Wagner
= = = = = is = is = is = is = is = is = is = is = is
How can the same civilization create such a technique and suffer from religious torture?! to
Although not, the aircraft is not Russian, the norm...

With any random press of the key combination, Mozilla recognizes it as a command and joyfully rolls out on the screen some new jerk.

In the morning, I took my daughter to school, before work for another 2 hours, I sit on the couch, the dog lies in my feet and gently licked my legs, the cat grinds on my arms and gently licked his hands. Great, of course, it is only a pity that my husband is still asleep!

L: And I was invited to work at the Post of Russia :)
Agree and come in a month. Do not come you. So that they understand what it is!

exactly is. Women are also not born with the ability to cook borst. But what about a woman who will advise you to call a cook at home?
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I’m more interested in what the woman I invite to cook the borst will say, frankly.

From the Historic Forum:
Even in the field of defense with Francis wanted to remove the armor, but a lot of secret drives, hooks, even castles did not do this without the consent of the master, so difficult were the armor of the King of France. He was held in the fortress of Picgettone for a year and then taken to Madrid. Such protective weapons were expensive even for the king.
UUU: "The whole year he was held in the fortress of Picgetton"... See, without removing his armor.
SSS: Represented the incisiveness of the armor little of what is on the wheel, as well as on the secret. Gnetet, which remains unknown, which element of the armor was closed on the swab.

From Habr, a commentary on The History of the Space Toilet:
Light up on the moon so that Curiosity can find the remains of organic origin.
- Curiosity with all the desire can not find anything but the moon, because it is on Mars

Hello, how is the weekend? Not writing at all?
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYY I was busy. I did nothing.

A terrible logic of the man who worked in the service center. I decided to pour tea, the rope with the label flew away, took the stepler, restored the workability of the bag...

Well you, grandmother, on the harp! Really fast and more comfortable. Yes, and in porn babies sits and poop! And as in the “Wedding Event” Zoshchenko: “And then, to her-God, a shit is thrown, then live with him.”

That’s great, another look! If all the hamburgers, for whom a woman is an object for sex, and not a living man, were self-pilled out of this arms race into a quiet factory of onanism, how much better would the world be.

The reverse side of reality:
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Yesterday everything came to its place. The guy explained to me what a prelude from a man looks like:
Q: Imagine you are very hungry and come to MacDack.
I: Well what?
Q: You buy your favorite hamburger and grind it for 10 minutes.
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And if without a prelude: you come to McDack, ask for a hamburger, and you are served raw pasta, frozen cocktails, vegetables, and forced to eat. Immediately, without thermal treatment and even without sauce.
This is Gastronomy.

Oh Yamanamao!

A girl is not a burger, a girl is an ice cream. It is necessary not to swallow immediately, but to use with taste and not in a hurry - that would melt.

A woman is neither food nor object. A girl is a living, thinking and feeling organism with her desires and needs, though a little (but a little!) Different from yours. Here is who understands this, those with girls in the intimate plan have no problems.
P.S : Ice cream is written with one "n".

I saw in the social network a girl named "Vladimir". The first thought - first thought that the boy, then grown up, looked under the tail.

“Anthony, you’re in honour of Georgievich, right?
“No, Gennadyevich, like the Crocodile of Gen.
And Anton Krokodilevich?