From one forum, a boy who already got a banghammer, but...

"It is just unfair! Everyone has the right to the spectacle! Both ourselves and the tanks in the White House, and even we are condemned for the stones of the brass. And who are you? It is..."

The boss spent a couple of months thinking how expensive it was to change the wheels on his SUV. Then he solved the problem – bought a second Land Rover and now just changes the car from summer to winter and back.

The explosion of Antares.

xxx: And the nephig was curved amero-chokhlatsky pencil in the correct Soviet engines to climb.
Yyy: Soviet rocket engine was designed to fly to America, not from there
xxx: Well, that is, the engine focused on the terrain and decided that it has already arrived and there is no point in flying further.

I have been wearing XXL or even 2XXL all my life. He came to America to study, went to buy Mike. L was great, I left M. I look forward to meeting the local 2XXL with horror.

I pay an empty server and a domain name so that no one gets it and because to configure DNS falls. I put a small site on the test and checked the htop. I apologize to my colleague:
I have 187 days of aptitude!
It’s the servant you pay for, you know how much time, but you don’t have anything on it.
Now there is!
The timer?

to this:

The king of Saudi Arabia wants to lower oil to 80 bucks to beat American competitors who produce expensive shale and deep-sea oil. In addition, they are pressuring Iran and Russia to support the kingdom’s main enemy, Assad, less... There’s a third version – the king of Saudi Arabia is 90 years old and he’s finally moved.

And let’s remember the leadership of our country, which we all supported and which for years when there were more than high oil prices did not do nothing for the development of the economy. And the economy of this country has become essentially 100% dependent on the will of others. Why did the USSR collapse, no one remembers? The same shit is happening now.

Dialogue with a friend who went to PMZ in Europe:
What is new?
And with you?
I bought a new closet.
I bought a hotel.
–...

I have a psychological trauma.
All his childhood thought that Cruz Costillo and Idne Keppel remained together, and then a friend reference to Vicky dropped.
She had a split personality and she left him with the children.
Better not to read (

What a question is such a answer.
Q: When you buy a SIM card and put it in a car alarm. What does she say when you call her?
A: It says - "This SIM is installed in the auto signal in the car with the number mark.... located at the address..... password to open the car..."

xxx: I am so entertained that at the beginning of each series of The Underground Empire they write: "This content may contain scenes of tobacco use. Smoking is bad for your health"

xxx: murder, lawlessness, theft, rapture, bullying, torture, beating, bullying, drunkenness is all such nonsense. Smoking tobacco...

To be considered smart or crazy, it is enough to stop lying.

Broken chain

“Either don’t go, or go to the end.”
(They are

Just like in a distant childhood, my mother wrote me in printed letters a detailed list - how much, what and at what price to buy.
I did not forget to warn:
Don’t get lost there, the base is very big, you’ll go wrong and get lost. Look closely at the wallet.
Mom, I am forty seven years old.
“In Moscow you are forty-seven, and in Istanbul you are five years old.
What a list. Mother, give me a bigger bag and make it strong.
You don’t need a suitcase, you don’t need anything. There are plenty of bearers in the basement. For five liras anything to the house will be brought, especially not to carry far away. very comfortable.
Oh great service.
What did you think? This is Europe, well, in the sense of Asia, well, in the sense, you understood...

I understood and went to the bazar.
I bought everything from strawberries to pomegranates, exhausted my mother’s list and started looking at the carrier.
There were really a lot of them, each had a large woven basket behind his back, and each, straining his veins, sang loudly his desperate advertising song.
And here, among them, I noticed a vanity old man. He was such an old crooked and thin man, which seemed like a huge basket - his mistress, and not the opposite.
So I decided to give my grandfather money. He was delighted, squeezed, carefully loaded my bags into the carton, and the potatoes and apples down, the cherry up, all as appropriate, and as I realized that I did not belmes in Turkish, showed on my fingers five liras, and somehow with difficulty, not badly, squeezed the carton on my back. I pointed to the nearest mosque as a landmark of my home, and here, from where I could not get to my grandfather, a little boy of seven years of age ran by, with a hammer in his hand. It seems that the boy was a grandfather, not even a grandson, but rather a grandson.
Go to. I am in front and my grandfather is behind. My cargo twisted the carrier almost to the ground. So he walked, with one hand resting on the boy’s shoulder, and the other on his ankle.
For some reason I was very embarrassed, I walk lightly like a plantator, and they... and why did I take five pounds of potatoes? Without her, there would be eight kilograms, from the strength of ten and grandfather would not be so bended.
A hundred meters away, the grandfather knocked something on his grandson and dropped the basket to the ground.
I was not surprised to see how the cargo was already on the shoulders of this seven-year-old elephant on thin legs.
The boy was even worse than his grandfather. And how did it happen that between a grandfather and a boy, two generations of healthy and strong men were missing? Where did they disappear? There was no doubt that this grandfather in the whole white world had only this boy, and that the boy had this very ugly grandfather.
Here, only one has not been able for a long time, and the other is not yet able to drag a huge basket. It looked like a broken chain.
I decided to stop this bullying of people, I extended the money and said:

Finish a thousand.

The grandfather helped the boy to sit on the ground and surprisedly began to tick his finger toward the mosque, saying, what "okay"? We have not yet reached halfway.
I shrugged my hand and again said, “OK,” stretching the money.
Grandfather grumbled his shoulders sadly, carefully pulled out of the basket the bags, overly pushed away my hand with the money, put on the basket, hugged the boy and plunged back toward the bazar.
And then I realized that I horribly offended them with my pity, because they are not poor, but honest workers with a great sense of self-worth. And it doesn’t matter that grandfather, maybe Ataturk still remembers and has long been unable to drag heavy baskets. Principles are more expensive than money.
I quickly caught up with the bearers, said “okay” again and pointed to my bags and the mosque.

So they were tired and wet and dragged to my very house, then the matter under the basket and supporting each other. Even I had time to smile, don't worry, say, everything is under control, we will come somehow.
I paid them twice as much.
Grandfather wanted to refuse, but then still agreed, because the tea is the customer's lust.
They were still sitting on the stairs of our approach a long time later. They rested. I even brought them cold water.

In a restaurant, a man of solid appearance sits at the table to a beautiful girl:
Hi to you! Can I make a company for you?
Yes please...
Let me introduce you, my name is Nestor. People’s Deputy, an honest and decent man.
very pleasantly! I am Marina, 35 years old, vip-put... still a virgin!

"When these patriots walk in the hoodies, I like it. When these clowns paint my city yellow and blue, I tolerate it. But when these wicked ones send Tomics Shevchenko to raise my spirit on...MALOVANNY PAPER – I hate it!"

Those who have been in the fields with poor supplies will understand :)

Remember, I got sick with something with cough and sickness... and on my trouble I watched the broadcast “Health” with a baby.... the rubric “People’s Councils” or something like that... in general. The non-suspecting grandmother advised to wipe the straw (yes, yes, the one that the plant is), to put the straw with a bowl, to let this Aztec mixture stand for half an hour, and then to inhale it persically...
Well I approach my mom... at the time I was studying in the upper classes... I didn’t especially want to go to school, but I didn’t like soppy much more... Well, I say that I hope to fill up a roasted straw... by the evening in the garden the straw didn’t grow, he wiped out and put himself in a three-liter bowl... and in the kitchen there was another fan...
In general, to enhance the effect... (shelter surely) I didn’t touch it for a couple of hours. In general, when I breathed this hernia, I just couldn’t exhaust – apparently the lungs burned the naphyg)...
I lie on my breath on the couch... I can’t breathe out, I’m dying.
why this is all... I forgot about soppy at all... although it worked, but I advise somehow to be wise with the dosage)

From the radio exchange of rescue services, just:

- Arrived at the site, no one is drowning, a man in a water costume with a metal detector.
With what?
With a metal detector. He is looking for adventures in his ass.
It is not possible to swim there! Take it out and put it on the shore.
Then he will dive back.
Let it sink only after you leave.

From my conversation with the company’s chief engineer:
Your network is missing because of the fact that Wi-Fi often falls off.
Is it falling? It can shake him with something.
The chief technician added:
- So let's take the support at Borisovich's warehouse. There is a lot of excess.
This was the first time I didn’t even know what to answer ?

The main character is a schoolgirl. He lives with his mother and a cat (which then turned out to be not quite a cat and fell by the death of the brave during the film). There is also a teacher who once had a beloved wife. A girl in the forest meets a boy from another world (previously he saves her from a monster from his world) and falls in love with him. Then the boy dies. Then, the girl and her teacher go to another world where the teacher tries to resurrect his wife.
Thank you to all who can help.
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"Hunters of forgotten voices")

My wife is 8 months pregnant. He stands in front of the mirror and cries about the misfortunes of all pregnant women - hair falls out, teeth crumble.
To whom am I similar? No hair, no teeth.
I am a mechanical voice – no vegetation, no minerals, populated by robots.
While trying to get rid of her, she almost gave birth.

any Soviet missile engine is adapted to fly to America, not from it.