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Comment quote №102289
30.08.2014
Not a funny story.
Mother
My mother was the sixth child in the family. She had five brothers. There were two other sisters who died of hunger and sickness before their mother was born. From the stories of my grandmother, which my mother later told me, these were extremely intelligent and independent girls. At the age of five, they stayed alone and played all day in the yard. By the time the parents normally had to come back from the field, they started cleaning their homes and cleaning their foods. They did not know how to cook, but did all the preparatory work. And then one of them walked onto a curved tree growing in the yard and waited for the silhouettes of parents and older brothers to appear on the dusty road.
These were terrible times. Terrible for us, accustomed to comfort and abundance, and then, for them, it was just life. Regular hunger and food shortages were common. One day, one of my acquaintances gave me a snack. Not even the whole, but only half the fish of the tail part. They cooked this fish three times until the third time it was fully boiled in the soup. Therefore, when the grandmother, having five boys on her neck, learned that she was in a position, she went to the local rural doctor to "do whatever." The rural doctor examined the grandmother and told her to come tomorrow. On the way home, the will of fate met the doctor and my grandfather, my mother’s father. They talked, and the doctor told me that the grandmother was coming, and also told me why she was coming. When my grandfather came home, my grandmother went in. It was decided that there would be another child in the family. About eight months later my mother was born. With the older brother, the age difference was eighteen years. Grandfather, who was already in his age, became sentimental and changed greatly with the birth of his mother. Prior to this, a proud and strict man began to slowly grab sweets from the festive tables, where he was invited. Previously, this man rarely touched food in other people's homes. But for his little daughter, he took that risk. Every day, on the way home, I bought fifty to seventy grams of caramel in a rural store. This is for my youngest and most beloved daughter. After dinner, he tossed my mother on the back, despite the fact that she was already big, and the neighbors laughed at her and mocked her. I know it’s not good to spoil children, and I often think whether I should raise my daughter or spoil her like my grandfather did to my mother. Many years have passed and the most bright thing in the memory of her mother remains just how her father danced her childhood. This is remembered for a lifetime.
Grandfather was a very strong and beautiful man. The photos show his beautiful nose, thin compressed lips, large eyes and a tired look. He was a very solid man. Grandfather died early. My mother was about seven years old. One night he was hit by a motorcycle and escaped from the scene of the crime. With a broken spine he lay by the road until the very morning, and whispered for help, but the passers took him for a simple alkas and just crossed. A woman recognized him and called for help. For a few more hours he was lying in hot agony on a hospital bed. The pain was so severe, and he squeezed his scales so that his teeth cracked with a loud thunder and flew out white pieces onto the wooden floor. After he died and performed an examination, the doctor did not believe that there was a man of the age on the table. All internal organs were as healthy and strong as the twenty-year-old. If it were not an accident, the doctor said, this person would easily have lived to a hundred years. My health was really jealous. Early in the spring, my grandfather went to prepare the fields for the seed of rice. All work was done in cold water. My grandfather worked in a cotton cotton short trousers wrapped up on the most slats and stretched with a tough rope. Nothing on their feet. All day in the cold weather, naked feet in the water. I didn’t even dream of shoes at the time. In his pocket was a few slices of burning pepper that he chewed. I don’t know exactly what to taste or what to warm up.
After the death of my grandfather, my life changed a lot. It has changed to the worse. The grandmother had to work even more, and the children were getting less and less attention. Her mother grew up among the brothers of the hooligans, and it is not surprising that when she grew up, she had a clear idea of the concepts of the boy. About honor and dignity and how to keep the word. Winning the respect of the courtyards is not easy. She gave me good advice and taught me all the wisdom of life. Fight in the nose, the mother said, when a dispute on the street cannot be resolved peacefully. Never provoke battles, do not get into them, but if you are brought and humiliated, strike first. Never cry if you are offended. It will be even worse.
Be the first, my mother said.
And if he was bigger and stronger, I asked.
Take a stone, she said.
She was my friend and older brother. My mom taught me to whisper loudly and play guitar. A man who can play guitar will be successful in any company, she said. She played very well, and literally in a week I mastered the basic asas and broke simple court songs about love. She taught me to dance waltz. I didn’t give this importance until the graduation ball. At the graduation ball, for the first time, I was really rolling around with the most beautiful girl in the classroom in the middle of the acting hall to the loud applause of classmates, teachers and a crying mother.
When my sister was born, my mother promised that she would continue to give birth until there was another girl. From the bitter experience she knew how hard it was to grow a girl alone without a sister. Fortunately, the third child in our family was also a girl. I now have two sisters I love very much.
After I got yellow in the second grade, she was told that I had a weak liver. In her teenage years, when we often gathered with classmates for parties, she understood that there was a high risk of poisoning with cheap alcoholic beverages. To prohibit going to such gatherings she thought it was not right, and so before each such seating, my mother drove a large note into my pocket, and said that if I wanted to drink, I would grab a good, expensive vodka. It was a lot of money, and I realized that I could raise the half of the home budget overnight. Drinking was terrible. Not because I demanded the body, but rather to show that I am an adult. Money in your pocket. But I did not touch them. I’m 30 and I don’t drink alcohol at all.
My mother always did the right thing. To be honest, I did not think so at the time. And only now do I realize how faithful and wisdom-filled her teachings were. When I insulted my sister and she went to complain to her mom, my mom often added to her for complaining. My brother is always right, she said. Naturally, I was ashamed – I brought my sister and she was not justly punished again. It made me think. The next time I did not show. We did, but not so much, because we were children.
In school, she forced me to study. She always said that her children would earn bread with a pen, not a spade. New books and textbooks have never been paid for. And I studied. Not to say “excellent”, but to say a solid four.
When I was a child, when I saw children whispering through the throat and standing on their feet or hanging on their mother’s arm, I didn’t understand how this was possible. Our mother never screamed at us, but we were terribly afraid of her gaze. Through the finely folded lips and eyes, I realized that I was guilty, for what I was guilty, and what was waiting for me at home. Sometimes I got a puppy from my mother, like all the children up to adulthood. But after I was in the second grade of university, brought home my first self-employed salary, after which my mother cried all night, my attitude changed drastically. I became the head of the family. I got dinner for the first time. I stopped washing my clothes, and this duty was transferred to my sisters. My mother listened to me and asked me for advice. I understood that I was responsible and this was emphasized, at first glance, by not significant household orders.
Later, she began to make orders. She learned to sew by herself, from magazines and books, and she sewed everything. Men’s shirts were especially good. She ordered only the wealthiest shirts, as the price for them was relatively high. During the night, she could hide and sew four shirts from scratch. In high school I had the most fashionable shirts of all shades and from the most expensive fabric at the time and all sorts of styles and shades. Silk, sugar, satin a little later than linen. For me she sewed them, so they sat like cast, there was no fold on me. She wrapped the curls so that the clothes lay around my body like a mannequin and at the same time were extremely comfortable. After she was gone, I was horribly uncomfortable wearing shirts bought in the market or in the store. None of the shirts I bought after did not sit, as those that my mother coated me.
My mother was an extraordinary talented person. Talented in everything and persistent. One day, she got a small cut from a newspaper in her hands, showing schemes of how to tie macrame. He got the moth of a thick rope and tried the nodes until the very morning. By the morning, she tied a small abajur instead of a luster.
She was an unusual cook. She made me a gourmet, constantly feeding me with the most unusual dishes. My friends loved to visit me. Mom could cook from nothing in half an hour, something exquisite and unusual. Thanks to her, I got a good understanding in the kitchen and learned to cook well and quickly.
So when my mother disappeared and I completely plunged into adulthood, I realized how much she taught me. How much it helped me that I was able to pass on to my mother. How little I could give her.
When I came to the Emirates, I talked to my mom almost every day via Skype. My mother asked me to write her letters every day. I did not know what to write about. The day before her tragic death, she suddenly wrote to me that she was very concerned about me, that she felt that I would soon be very ill, and asked to share what I had on my heart. I was very surprised and thought that these were just baseless stupid experiences. In a few hours she disappeared. It took a while and I realized that there is nothing stronger than motherly love.
Mother
My mother was the sixth child in the family. She had five brothers. There were two other sisters who died of hunger and sickness before their mother was born. From the stories of my grandmother, which my mother later told me, these were extremely intelligent and independent girls. At the age of five, they stayed alone and played all day in the yard. By the time the parents normally had to come back from the field, they started cleaning their homes and cleaning their foods. They did not know how to cook, but did all the preparatory work. And then one of them walked onto a curved tree growing in the yard and waited for the silhouettes of parents and older brothers to appear on the dusty road.
These were terrible times. Terrible for us, accustomed to comfort and abundance, and then, for them, it was just life. Regular hunger and food shortages were common. One day, one of my acquaintances gave me a snack. Not even the whole, but only half the fish of the tail part. They cooked this fish three times until the third time it was fully boiled in the soup. Therefore, when the grandmother, having five boys on her neck, learned that she was in a position, she went to the local rural doctor to "do whatever." The rural doctor examined the grandmother and told her to come tomorrow. On the way home, the will of fate met the doctor and my grandfather, my mother’s father. They talked, and the doctor told me that the grandmother was coming, and also told me why she was coming. When my grandfather came home, my grandmother went in. It was decided that there would be another child in the family. About eight months later my mother was born. With the older brother, the age difference was eighteen years. Grandfather, who was already in his age, became sentimental and changed greatly with the birth of his mother. Prior to this, a proud and strict man began to slowly grab sweets from the festive tables, where he was invited. Previously, this man rarely touched food in other people's homes. But for his little daughter, he took that risk. Every day, on the way home, I bought fifty to seventy grams of caramel in a rural store. This is for my youngest and most beloved daughter. After dinner, he tossed my mother on the back, despite the fact that she was already big, and the neighbors laughed at her and mocked her. I know it’s not good to spoil children, and I often think whether I should raise my daughter or spoil her like my grandfather did to my mother. Many years have passed and the most bright thing in the memory of her mother remains just how her father danced her childhood. This is remembered for a lifetime.
Grandfather was a very strong and beautiful man. The photos show his beautiful nose, thin compressed lips, large eyes and a tired look. He was a very solid man. Grandfather died early. My mother was about seven years old. One night he was hit by a motorcycle and escaped from the scene of the crime. With a broken spine he lay by the road until the very morning, and whispered for help, but the passers took him for a simple alkas and just crossed. A woman recognized him and called for help. For a few more hours he was lying in hot agony on a hospital bed. The pain was so severe, and he squeezed his scales so that his teeth cracked with a loud thunder and flew out white pieces onto the wooden floor. After he died and performed an examination, the doctor did not believe that there was a man of the age on the table. All internal organs were as healthy and strong as the twenty-year-old. If it were not an accident, the doctor said, this person would easily have lived to a hundred years. My health was really jealous. Early in the spring, my grandfather went to prepare the fields for the seed of rice. All work was done in cold water. My grandfather worked in a cotton cotton short trousers wrapped up on the most slats and stretched with a tough rope. Nothing on their feet. All day in the cold weather, naked feet in the water. I didn’t even dream of shoes at the time. In his pocket was a few slices of burning pepper that he chewed. I don’t know exactly what to taste or what to warm up.
After the death of my grandfather, my life changed a lot. It has changed to the worse. The grandmother had to work even more, and the children were getting less and less attention. Her mother grew up among the brothers of the hooligans, and it is not surprising that when she grew up, she had a clear idea of the concepts of the boy. About honor and dignity and how to keep the word. Winning the respect of the courtyards is not easy. She gave me good advice and taught me all the wisdom of life. Fight in the nose, the mother said, when a dispute on the street cannot be resolved peacefully. Never provoke battles, do not get into them, but if you are brought and humiliated, strike first. Never cry if you are offended. It will be even worse.
Be the first, my mother said.
And if he was bigger and stronger, I asked.
Take a stone, she said.
She was my friend and older brother. My mom taught me to whisper loudly and play guitar. A man who can play guitar will be successful in any company, she said. She played very well, and literally in a week I mastered the basic asas and broke simple court songs about love. She taught me to dance waltz. I didn’t give this importance until the graduation ball. At the graduation ball, for the first time, I was really rolling around with the most beautiful girl in the classroom in the middle of the acting hall to the loud applause of classmates, teachers and a crying mother.
When my sister was born, my mother promised that she would continue to give birth until there was another girl. From the bitter experience she knew how hard it was to grow a girl alone without a sister. Fortunately, the third child in our family was also a girl. I now have two sisters I love very much.
After I got yellow in the second grade, she was told that I had a weak liver. In her teenage years, when we often gathered with classmates for parties, she understood that there was a high risk of poisoning with cheap alcoholic beverages. To prohibit going to such gatherings she thought it was not right, and so before each such seating, my mother drove a large note into my pocket, and said that if I wanted to drink, I would grab a good, expensive vodka. It was a lot of money, and I realized that I could raise the half of the home budget overnight. Drinking was terrible. Not because I demanded the body, but rather to show that I am an adult. Money in your pocket. But I did not touch them. I’m 30 and I don’t drink alcohol at all.
My mother always did the right thing. To be honest, I did not think so at the time. And only now do I realize how faithful and wisdom-filled her teachings were. When I insulted my sister and she went to complain to her mom, my mom often added to her for complaining. My brother is always right, she said. Naturally, I was ashamed – I brought my sister and she was not justly punished again. It made me think. The next time I did not show. We did, but not so much, because we were children.
In school, she forced me to study. She always said that her children would earn bread with a pen, not a spade. New books and textbooks have never been paid for. And I studied. Not to say “excellent”, but to say a solid four.
When I was a child, when I saw children whispering through the throat and standing on their feet or hanging on their mother’s arm, I didn’t understand how this was possible. Our mother never screamed at us, but we were terribly afraid of her gaze. Through the finely folded lips and eyes, I realized that I was guilty, for what I was guilty, and what was waiting for me at home. Sometimes I got a puppy from my mother, like all the children up to adulthood. But after I was in the second grade of university, brought home my first self-employed salary, after which my mother cried all night, my attitude changed drastically. I became the head of the family. I got dinner for the first time. I stopped washing my clothes, and this duty was transferred to my sisters. My mother listened to me and asked me for advice. I understood that I was responsible and this was emphasized, at first glance, by not significant household orders.
Later, she began to make orders. She learned to sew by herself, from magazines and books, and she sewed everything. Men’s shirts were especially good. She ordered only the wealthiest shirts, as the price for them was relatively high. During the night, she could hide and sew four shirts from scratch. In high school I had the most fashionable shirts of all shades and from the most expensive fabric at the time and all sorts of styles and shades. Silk, sugar, satin a little later than linen. For me she sewed them, so they sat like cast, there was no fold on me. She wrapped the curls so that the clothes lay around my body like a mannequin and at the same time were extremely comfortable. After she was gone, I was horribly uncomfortable wearing shirts bought in the market or in the store. None of the shirts I bought after did not sit, as those that my mother coated me.
My mother was an extraordinary talented person. Talented in everything and persistent. One day, she got a small cut from a newspaper in her hands, showing schemes of how to tie macrame. He got the moth of a thick rope and tried the nodes until the very morning. By the morning, she tied a small abajur instead of a luster.
She was an unusual cook. She made me a gourmet, constantly feeding me with the most unusual dishes. My friends loved to visit me. Mom could cook from nothing in half an hour, something exquisite and unusual. Thanks to her, I got a good understanding in the kitchen and learned to cook well and quickly.
So when my mother disappeared and I completely plunged into adulthood, I realized how much she taught me. How much it helped me that I was able to pass on to my mother. How little I could give her.
When I came to the Emirates, I talked to my mom almost every day via Skype. My mother asked me to write her letters every day. I did not know what to write about. The day before her tragic death, she suddenly wrote to me that she was very concerned about me, that she felt that I would soon be very ill, and asked to share what I had on my heart. I was very surprised and thought that these were just baseless stupid experiences. In a few hours she disappeared. It took a while and I realized that there is nothing stronger than motherly love.
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Comment quote №102288
30.08.2014
Law is a system of relationships in which those who steal more watch for those who steal less so that they don’t steal more.
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Comment quote №102287
30.08.2014
I was a sanitary today. Changed mixers and pipes. When I left, I forgot one thing on the box. Black underwear 100F.
How to call him and tell him about it?
I sit... I think.
I called. It is not him. It was in a sandbox. The master just put it on the shelf and decided not to confuse us.
And my mom ran behind his car and pulled his underwear so he stopped and picked him up...how lucky that he didn’t see it)))
by FireDream
How to call him and tell him about it?
I sit... I think.
I called. It is not him. It was in a sandbox. The master just put it on the shelf and decided not to confuse us.
And my mom ran behind his car and pulled his underwear so he stopped and picked him up...how lucky that he didn’t see it)))
by FireDream
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Comment quote №102286
30.08.2014
to the reader:
By the way, about Anakin: it was Anakin who saved the Republic, not Luke. Anakin saved his son, killed the Emperor, and saved the Republic. Well, what was left of her... Luke was just very impressively rattling and persuasively asking for help. And although I do not like the image of Anakin of the second and third series (I only read the Second Star Wars, the first only saw the screen), it is obvious that the fault in the transition of Anakin to the dark side lies almost entirely on Obi-Wan Kenobi - the favorites always grow egocentric, and also the tragedy with the mother...
Star Wars is one of the rare cases when a book was written based on a movie. So better look.
By the way, about Anakin: it was Anakin who saved the Republic, not Luke. Anakin saved his son, killed the Emperor, and saved the Republic. Well, what was left of her... Luke was just very impressively rattling and persuasively asking for help. And although I do not like the image of Anakin of the second and third series (I only read the Second Star Wars, the first only saw the screen), it is obvious that the fault in the transition of Anakin to the dark side lies almost entirely on Obi-Wan Kenobi - the favorites always grow egocentric, and also the tragedy with the mother...
Star Wars is one of the rare cases when a book was written based on a movie. So better look.
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Comment quote №102285
30.08.2014
xxx: long ago in some medical collection read an article, there the author compared the statistics of prostate diseases in Russia and the Arab Emirates. And I concluded that in the Arab Emirates, men are less likely to be excited in the empty, because they do not see the naked female bodies, and therefore are less exposed to stagnant phenomena.
The author did not compare the climate.
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Continuing the trend, we conclude: men from the tribes of Pigmeans, Masaians and other nationalities, in which everyone walks naked, die naked from prostatitis (well, unless the lion has not hit before) )))
The author did not compare the climate.
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Continuing the trend, we conclude: men from the tribes of Pigmeans, Masaians and other nationalities, in which everyone walks naked, die naked from prostatitis (well, unless the lion has not hit before) )))
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Comment quote №102284
30.08.2014
The symbol of the fifth column, the symbol of this homiacism are people who write manifests of new Russians about the fact that the new generation does not need faith and poop, but they need to go to yoga, eat in an Italian restaurant, share photos on the social network and demand from the authorities new bicycle paths. Animals are something. by Vitaly Milonov
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Comment quote №102283
30.08.2014
Cheshirskiy
Today at the station the picture was: a man approaches the box office, apparently from a big bowl! I bought your ticket this morning! You can hand over the ticket, when I trembled, I realized that I didn’t want to go there!":D I tried not to laugh.
Today at the station the picture was: a man approaches the box office, apparently from a big bowl! I bought your ticket this morning! You can hand over the ticket, when I trembled, I realized that I didn’t want to go there!":D I tried not to laugh.
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Comment quote №102282
30.08.2014
The Mummy Troll, it turns out, was originally a portrait of Kant. Her older brother, Tove Jansson, had so tired of her philosophy, that she painted on the wall a ugly fat man with small eyes and signed, "Kant," and then fell in love with him, and Kant turned into a Mummy Troll.
The Poor Kant. Especially because he wasn’t like that at all.
xxx: Externally, really, not so, but rather disgusting seemed to be. Why is it "poor"? Becoming a Mummy Troll is a great honor, Kant was very lucky.
YYY: I don’t know, I don’t know, I’m not sure that Kant would be pleased with that.
XXX: Maybe it’t be. Although with the moral law, the Mummy Troll was all right, as well as with the starry sky above him.
YYY: Yes, but how did he deal with the categorical imperative? How did he deal with the antinomies?
xxx, but it did well. Remember the trial of Toffla and Beffla? And the classical antinomy in the destruction of red ants in order to get a lawn (in the "Mumy-Papa and the Sea")?
YYY: To be honest, I don’t remember the hell. But I'll take your word for it :)
xxx: Just you, as a truly educated person, know Kant much better than the "Mummy Trolls":) And I have read the "Mumy Trolls" five times and I know almost by the mouth.
zzz: You need to release a Mummy troll with parallel locations from Kant.
The Poor Kant. Especially because he wasn’t like that at all.
xxx: Externally, really, not so, but rather disgusting seemed to be. Why is it "poor"? Becoming a Mummy Troll is a great honor, Kant was very lucky.
YYY: I don’t know, I don’t know, I’m not sure that Kant would be pleased with that.
XXX: Maybe it’t be. Although with the moral law, the Mummy Troll was all right, as well as with the starry sky above him.
YYY: Yes, but how did he deal with the categorical imperative? How did he deal with the antinomies?
xxx, but it did well. Remember the trial of Toffla and Beffla? And the classical antinomy in the destruction of red ants in order to get a lawn (in the "Mumy-Papa and the Sea")?
YYY: To be honest, I don’t remember the hell. But I'll take your word for it :)
xxx: Just you, as a truly educated person, know Kant much better than the "Mummy Trolls":) And I have read the "Mumy Trolls" five times and I know almost by the mouth.
zzz: You need to release a Mummy troll with parallel locations from Kant.
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Comment quote №102281
30.08.2014
Tagged with "Orthodoxy"
will need :
Dried garlic - 600 grams
Red caviar (semga, salmon or so on) - 100 g
Protein from 5 eggs
mayonnaise
for decoration: stripes of semga, fresh cucumbers, greens, lemon, rubbed yellow
How to cook:
Mix the ingredients and fill with mayonnaise very carefully, keeping the loose structure of snacks. All ingredients should be cooled. The shrimp is thoroughly cleaned and slightly sprayed with lemon juice. Cook immediately before serving on the table.
And immediately popped up in the memory of the honorable orphan Karabas Barabas, the Food "Three Sands " and the Basilio / Alice corporation with three crusts of bread.
will need :
Dried garlic - 600 grams
Red caviar (semga, salmon or so on) - 100 g
Protein from 5 eggs
mayonnaise
for decoration: stripes of semga, fresh cucumbers, greens, lemon, rubbed yellow
How to cook:
Mix the ingredients and fill with mayonnaise very carefully, keeping the loose structure of snacks. All ingredients should be cooled. The shrimp is thoroughly cleaned and slightly sprayed with lemon juice. Cook immediately before serving on the table.
And immediately popped up in the memory of the honorable orphan Karabas Barabas, the Food "Three Sands " and the Basilio / Alice corporation with three crusts of bread.
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Comment quote №102280
30.08.2014
Zhou An Pei Si Dun-
This, it turns out, is not a call of four verbs and one name, but the name of a Chinese office.
This, it turns out, is not a call of four verbs and one name, but the name of a Chinese office.
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Comment quote №102279
29.08.2014
MIN.Education included composition in the EG. It seems that your "literacy" has not only reached the Internet community. And, yes, you’ll probably have to feel the difference between MO and MO.
Can anyone explain the difference between the first and the second MO?
Can anyone explain the difference between the first and the second MO?
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Comment quote №102278
29.08.2014
Octopoteuthis deletron, living at depths of up to 800 meters, has a very short period of sexual maturity. Therefore, males have developed a breeding strategy, in which they do not understand who is in front of them - a female or another male. Encountering in the darkness the calmar of its kind of any sex, they attack it and smear with spermatozoa, that is, capsules with spermatozoa.
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Comment quote №102277
29.08.2014
Walked the dog, passed by a pair with a wheelchair and the dog decided to chew, maybe scared of a large wheelchair. The woman began to scream:
The cock! Drop your dog, my baby is sleeping!
Her husband answers:
No, you are louder than a dog.
He woke up the child!
He is sleeping.
She looks into the wheelchair and cries:
The idiot! You forgot the child at home.
He quickly runs toward the house.
Standing on the sidewalk, we watched her run to the parade.
I, my dog and my husband stood with a sleeping baby in their arms.
The cock! Drop your dog, my baby is sleeping!
Her husband answers:
No, you are louder than a dog.
He woke up the child!
He is sleeping.
She looks into the wheelchair and cries:
The idiot! You forgot the child at home.
He quickly runs toward the house.
Standing on the sidewalk, we watched her run to the parade.
I, my dog and my husband stood with a sleeping baby in their arms.
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Comment quote №102276
29.08.2014
The boss met a drunk secretary on the street yesterday night.
When he saw him, he quickly said:
You have not seen me, and I do not know you.
PS listened twice this morning. The Secretary and Secretary :)
When he saw him, he quickly said:
You have not seen me, and I do not know you.
PS listened twice this morning. The Secretary and Secretary :)
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Comment quote №102275
29.08.2014
Puma> and I don’t even have a smartphone
Puma> and Instagram
Silv_m> I have an Instagram so no
Puma> well there is a smartphone, so you can start
Silv_m> it resembles "no you have a ass, so you can become a gay"
Puma> and Instagram
Silv_m> I have an Instagram so no
Puma> well there is a smartphone, so you can start
Silv_m> it resembles "no you have a ass, so you can become a gay"
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Comment quote №102274
29.08.2014
The conversation between a girl (D) and her boyfriend (M):
Satan invented food to tempt people.
A: Yeah, I love you...
(M): You just always eat what you can’t... Remember Eve.
(M): She lived in paradise – I don’t want to eat, but no, she wanted an apple.
Satan invented food to tempt people.
A: Yeah, I love you...
(M): You just always eat what you can’t... Remember Eve.
(M): She lived in paradise – I don’t want to eat, but no, she wanted an apple.
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Comment quote №102273
29.08.2014
XXX: I'm a very strong electronist: yesterday I easily, with one click, took 1W DC-DC into SIP7. The conclusions were broken from the corps itself, of course.
YYY: I had a strong programmer in the department – 150 from the chest sorry.
YYY: I had a strong programmer in the department – 150 from the chest sorry.
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Comment quote №102272
29.08.2014
XXX: Listen, what is the step?
XXX: How does it look? Maybe I know?
UUU: Well, imagine a bomja, a punk, a kikhimora, a leche and a grandmother Yaga.
This is the step.
XXX: How does it look? Maybe I know?
UUU: Well, imagine a bomja, a punk, a kikhimora, a leche and a grandmother Yaga.
This is the step.
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Comment quote №102271
29.08.2014
Here girls are offended that men do not notice anything. I cut my hair. And if for a guy to cut his hair, it is specifically to change the hairstyle, then the change in hair length by 5-10 cm is not very distinctive. Also small things like another tone of mask, lacquer and so on. But I'm paying attention to such unobvious things as the disappearance of condoms from the servo, a pregnancy test in her bag, calls from left phones at 2 p.m.
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Comment quote №102270
29.08.2014
Leonid Utesov "Marquiza" - approximately the same system administrator asks what happened to the computer