Will we ever eat it?
Made a delicious chicken in tomato with pepper, onion, garlic and herbs. The wife made a wonderful rice with carrots and saffron. A lot of chicken and less rice. have eaten.
On the second day, in order not to lose good, added corn to rice. have eaten.
Today (on the third day) there was little chicken (i.e. not at all, but the garment for spices was already painfully good), so that the good didn't disappear, added crushed meat from the soup. There was little rice with corn. Added beans in tomatoes. and em.
The question! Does this dish at least theoretically ever end? and :)

To the ugly male "apple" women answered no less ugly "God, what a man!..."

My grandmother is mastering the computer, sitting, looking for pictures on the Internet. Antivirus is issuing a warning. I don’t know exactly what, but something about the harmful P.O. Grandma, seeing this, issued a phrase that I barely fell under the table:
It’s bad, badly damaged!
So I wanted to add "Listen, Master Shifu" XD

Julia -> I have a video of my delivery from the nursing home. and further seats.
July -> Here is. I am not enough there at all. I am just a blanket.

8 years ago, when I was still living with my parents in my hometown, I was returning from the birthday of a group late in a snowy February night.
The bus drove along the avenue, to my house to go 2 blocks without special lights. I asked my family to meet, my grandmother called, because my mother was already asleep, assuring me that she would take a hammer with her to break meat. I decided it was better than trying to run in the deep snow.
I got out of the bus and I couldn’t see my grandmother anywhere. I noticed a guy with a sports bag, decided to catch up, the pale went in the same direction. He nervously rushed to me.
I: I'm sorry, can I go with you, or am I a little scared alone?
He said, “Yes, let’s go.
I: Do you want to go far?
He: Well yes, and what?
I: Yes, my grandmother should meet me, she said it would be with a hammer, so we can go. By the way, she too!
And my grandmother walks forward with a huge hammer in a transparent bag.
He says no, thank you. I didn’t seem to be out on that street. I will go back...
He takes huge steps back.
I did not immediately understand what happened. My grandmother said that I’m not talking about the hammer.

The first time I saw Avatar was when he was still living in the former Union. It was very unfortunate for the Aborigines, whom the evil capitalists wanted to drive away from their trees for their thirst for profit... For the first time, they were “poor blue men who are not allowed to live in harmony with nature.”
The second time I watched this film after 2 years of living in Canada, when it was time to look at local oboriginals who, pretending to be poor and oppressed, suck bubbles from the government and mining companies in one of which I work. Well, at the second view of the Avatar, these same indigenous people from Pandora were already the "blue pudding pudders that need to be fucked."

Q: How do you plan to celebrate Programming Day today?
Yyy: I’ll come home in the evening and program myself in the chlam.

Here are all his answers:
-Yes, my beloved woman; -No, family, you are not distracted, for you I am always free;
“Of course, dear, I remember what I promised earlier, I will soon be; granate juice? Of course, I’ll buy it, my girl; let’s kiss it, my beloved.

I think he forgot her name.

My husband is on a business trip, I have no one to share with... but I am now breaking up! We went today! by Sami! The very first steps!!! to
Thank you for not getting broken ?

We live in a funny story:

Novgorodec read the book "How to Steal a Million" and stole the PFR

We go to a friend in Nevsky, and we both have blue hair. On the way, local intellectuals are caught - as is known, captured "under the fly". And one of them, looking at us with a delightful smile, exclaims:
The girls! You are blue on the outside, we are blue on the inside.

xxx: By the way, the point in the floor is more hygienic than the toilet in public toilets.
yyy: If you do not apply to the dusty mix with the frozen urine on the approach to the glass :) And the fireplace in the summer is what... Kaif! and ;)
We had a more interesting sorting at the factory - a bowl in half meters 10 (where you cut) and every minute 5 bottles of liters for 50 were filled and turned and washed this matter in a wave. Whoever did not sharply raise the hustle, the hustle was given - this sort of attraction, according to the strictest hygienic standards of developed socialism. To be in tonus.

Judging by the nonsense my android sometimes corrects words, Freud is still alive and works at Google.

to this:
"And why hasn't a female equivalent to a male "appendix" yet been invented?and "

What is "Abbala"?! to

Believe me, informals are smarter than underdeveloped nightclub lovers.

Of course they are smarter. It makes no sense even to argue about it. I would recommend Rosenthal to you.

Comments on the news about the lifting of the Chelyabinsk meteorite from the bottom of the lake by the Yekaterinburg specialists:
Yekaterinburg is a seaside city. Every second waterfall.
Which sea sea? This is an island.
Zzzz: It is sinking rapidly. But maybe it’s fine, or maybe the volcano is about to wake up again.
Aaa: So it is understandable, after such a strong tsunami
bbb: Without a typhoon no tsunami expect, this is what I say to you as an Ornithologist :)))

I am going to the metro. Everyone sits, stuck in gadgets: who in the book, who in the tablet, who in the phone. At the stop, a guy of intelligent appearance enters the car: glasses, a suit, a white shirt. The doors are closed, the guy gets out of his pocket a carefully folded film bag with pipes and begins to chew. Until he came out at his station, the whole car forgot about his gadgets and stared fascinated at the guy.
The magic of bubbles, hole!

When I was pregnant I was sick of any smell, I could not sleep with my husband in the same bed.
I remembered a grandmother who said:
I hear, the human spirit smells!

XXX: Going to the oculist
XXX: he is a fool D:
XXX: Half of the table is stuffed
YYY: You are rachi
YYY: These are letters

The idols are burning. The OIT department began to designate a new employee, then the dialogue:
Give the young man pleasure.
No, I’m not so young (there’s an older uncle).
- (without breaking away from the pile of papers) Until you cut up so that the entire office of cancer for a day will get up and you do not fix it - you are young.