Bring me an ally flower.
It is good that the overseas monster does not ask
Why does he have one more?
It has broken out.)

borg: directly from the station "Leningradskaya" electric buses go to Podolsk
Dasha: Well good 😉
Dasha: Take a beer and an hour and a half on the way ;)
faster than the car.
Beer makes electricity out of competition

Marriage is a confirmation of love or at least attachment, warm feelings.

It is worth clarifying that this installation has only advanced in mass over the last 100-200 years. Previously, love for the spouse before the wedding was only a pleasant bonus, not obligatory at all. In some cultures, young men were not allowed to see each other before they got married, and in others, the wedding was cancelled if they learned that the future spouses liked each other.

So let’s be honest: Between love and marriage is the same connection as between bed and bed. It is nice, of course, to fall asleep in your own bed, but you can sleep on the couch, and on the chair, and on the floor if you are very pressed.

Talk about sex after 30

I am 32 and I have, for example, knees already crushing, but only once or twice, then nothing. I always go to the bathroom before work. My husband probably thinks I’m taking a shower, and I’m sitting there under the noise of water to melt.

The news:
Russian Post plans to create its own airline
The commentary:
Immediately endless queues appear when registering for a flight, and the shattered aircraft will fly away or get lost along the way. The flight time is 40 days, regardless of the distance.

Our cat complains daily of the surrounding reality that she is not loved, not appreciated and not respected as an adult person.

If short, then they don’t let her eat in the quantities she would like :)

The friend again has a bathroom exacerbation with complications in the area of the beaches and metastases in spirituality.

Short description of TZ:
Duels of Indian heroes on Indian weapons in Indian decorations.
No need to dance.

Message from the project manager in the corporate chat:

For analysts working with [systems name]: A task has been created to record an unknown whore that has been wrecked by a fellow under our sensitive guidance.
If you see something strange - write there, don't be ashamed. Formalization is not necessary, but do not cover the hooks - Jira is not ours.

(Case from discussion of cooking meat in the salad for the march)

The AAA:
Young students decided to cook meat in the group, drank well, but ate poorly and fell asleep.
They wake up in the morning from a terrible baby. They ran to the kitchen – there everything smoked, the meat was already burning... Then one grabbed the burning pot and threw it into the open window. It was a warm night and the windows were open.
But it failed, and the pot fell into the vertical partition of the window frame, in that that in the middle of the window. As a result, it all collapsed on the floor. The burning meat and fat flew across a large area.
Which as having extinguished the fire and cleaned up, they decided that it was better to squeeze in time until the owner of the apartment came.
When the owner (X) came, he also did not kill himself very much, because the next day he flew for a month in the mountain.

The culmination was the arrival of X home after the march.
Even in the elevator he noticed that the neighbor looked at him somewhat strangely.
Opening the apartment, X almost fell from the horror. Thro the floor flourishes. It turns out that the same students forgot to cook a piece of raw meat lost under the bed.

The AAA:
A substantial clarification of x!
The apartment has just been bought. He put the iron door, but there was no seal yet. Therefore, the dwarfs pulled out of the door and ran down the staircase, falling into the staircase to the lower floors.

XXX is
Called to the accounting office, their printer stunned when printing.
Dormantly *
It turns out that they had their cupcake...
= D
YYYY
What is? How is?
How did they get confused?
XXX is
He stood close to the MFA.
He was not seen, so the couple went because of him.
As behind
YYYY
Could they not distinguish steam from smoke?
XXX is
Yes Yes

> There was something today. I do not know how to describe. I don’t even think of the words %).
> I run computer networks. There is a course. Something like "design a local network". Themes were published in February. One girl all this time painted a ballad, in couples engaged in nonsense, and so on. Now I got it (for the first time!) Testing in electronic form. Its theme was "Design of the local network of the microregion". This is the part about the local network she somehow missed out of sight. Kurac is dedicated to the design of the micro-area: children's playgrounds, landscape, that's all. On my question, about what she writes here at all: "I don't know, my sister helped me". I begin to experience what subject she goes to me at all - in response to an existential emptiness in my eyes. I turn the cursor without reading, I say, you will bring, when it will be on the topic of computer networks, and to me in response, I do not know, you will teach me how to do it. I want to take and withdraw.

I went with a friend to a seminar in another city by train. Drive for about a day. The company gently paid us a coupe. We took with us all kinds of food (traditionally chicken, cucumbers, sausages, chickens, etc.) I took vodka. First came a young man, a student. We are three, and it’s evening. Do you want to be small? He immediately had fun - apparently hungry, and there was food and drink. We sit down and calmly drink for acquaintance. Here, a woman of forty-five sits down to us - all in a hat with a leather suitcase, rubbing her nose, sitting with us. We cleared the vodka, of course, and the snack is on the table. She took some nuts and sat down, biting them. Well, little by little contact with her settled - she turned out to be a teacher, immediately announced that she was a vegetarian (even earlier than the name). We got acquainted and asked, say, if she doesn't mind if we continue, or maybe the company will. “I can drink vodka!” She immediately informed me. By the end of the trip, she drank all our vodka and ate all our cocktails. A vegetarian idiot

Some "communal service" announced that they will be replacing the batteries in the house with new ones. And indeed, in the morning came a van, from there came out men in specialties and with a tool. Shustro went through the apartments, turning off the old radiators and pulling them down, into the truck. After turning off a large number of batteries, the men said, “All, tomorrow we will bring and put new ones”... And no one else has seen them. The old batteries were found at the point of receipt of metal.

Yarasa: the ears were inflamed, antibiotics were prescribed, the intestines reacted violently, there was no way to get out of the house. On this occasion, she made sausages in a sharp sauce, ice cream, yeast plugs and snacked milk with garlic. To die - so with music >_<.

The last time Masha had them and the mother-in-law followed them on their heels and said how to behave, and my take yes and ask "Baba Natasha, and you will always chase us?"))) Grandma Natasha did not understand the incursion and concluded that Masha from a large family and not used to the attention of adults))) because my mom lacks time for everyone.

"Use it for health until it was prescribed!" — such an inscription was on these boxes.

Which were delivered by a beat filled with "GAZelyu" to the house of this deputies.

All-Russian Association of Intimate Goods Shops.

The counting
But cups and plates should not be on the desk. Shorts and jackets on the chairs as well.

There is a good humorous book, “Peter’s Principle,” written by Lawrence J. Peter. It belongs to the same family as Parkinson’s Law and Murphy’s Law. Love for a clean table was mentioned there, in the chapter "Non-Medical Signs of the Final Stop". The main theme of the book is the laws governing incompetence.

About children's wilds and the fortress of the skulls of Homo sapiens.

In the 1970s, teenagers were riding big people in the courtyard. From the 4th floor, a cute girl tried to spray all the boys with water from the sprayer. Chick was to jump under her balcony without wet.
After jumping through, as I thought, luckily, I felt that my hair was wet. It is under the barrel. I felt the blood. A boy from the fifth floor threw into us a cafeteria. It hit me straight into the ground. In the barrel " bullet" hole. There is no hole in the head, but there is blood. Stayed in the hospital for a week. Tagged with green. People with fractures on the outlet and so on. And I’m like a fool, with a bump. Cut off the fifth. May be warm. Seven days seemed like ten years.

Periodically there is a thought to stick to the cat with a beacon. Troll is not ashamed. The cat enters the room, then I go in, the cat is not. Not by sounds or other signs of material presence. I close the door behind me, looking for a cat in a semi-empty room, where there is simply no place to hide. Ten minutes without result. There is also no reaction to the sound of toys and the squeezing of a food bag, although it usually pops out immediately. I even tried to photograph the room, suddenly my eye was blurred, the photo is also empty. I go to the door, behind it suddenly "mormeau!". I turn, the cat stands and sows. For now, the only sound explanation is going to eat into other dimensions, but the teleport only cheats the code people do not see.