My friend’s grandfather died of a heart attack when he was 70. It seems nothing unusual, many so die, but he died from deep spiritual experiences. In the early 2000s he accumulated a normal amount of money. He turned them, wrapped them in gasoline, and then placed them in a three-litre glass bowl. He closed it with an ordinary polyethylene cover and placed this wealth in the basement, further behind the other banks with salts.

At various meetings, drinks and other people's gatherings, the question "Where is the money?" He replied that he was in a reliable bank (the rumors that he had accumulated a normal amount apparently reached relatives in the 12th knee).

It has been a few months, and maybe years. Nobody knows the exact numbers. Dad decided to check his ass. He was surprised when he saw an empty bowl. The cover was ripped, there was no trace of the marble, and money was only demanded. Yes, there were mice. My grandfather died in the cemetery.

Moral: the bank had to be rolled with a metal cover. Although.. Mice may have bitten her too.

As a child, my brother and I spent the summer in the village. And one day they hurt, blamed before the grandfather, which he said to the cattle in his hearts.

Early in the morning of the next day, through a dream, we hear a large truck coming in and the voice, "We are behind cattle!"

Sleep as it did not happen, we flew to grandfather with the screams "Daddy don't give us, we will not hollow again!!"

XX - a girl writing from a train

XX: I have a cake
XX: Cognac would be poured into pepsi, but the people will not understand
XY: Why will people not understand? The grandmother alone?
XX is no. the men. I’ll take more ?

You are fucking foolish:

Fuck, I am a handjob.
WOW : WOW?
Yesterday I made a shelf for the bathroom, sprinkled along with a table. Then I went out to eat and poured out boiling water. He began to shake the loaf, slipped, swallowed. In the evening, the wife told the little one to talk in a male language, he broke out, the belt slipped and I was right on my leg. It hurts to tears. (

Wouldn’t the child have tears? No, well - you felt like a child, and even this did not awaken a drop of empathy in you. Talking in a man? This is not masculine, it is foolish. Manly and humanly, it would be words through the mouth. You are not a man, but a shameful link, since with the weak and dependent on you you can only talk with puzzles. You shouldn’t have multiplied, oh it wasn’t worth it.

We once witnessed a street quarrel in St. Petersburg between two women of the age, they were so beautifully quarreled, without matte, but with fantasy, I thought, only in movies or books it happens. Something like the "Nomenclature underwear!", and there was so much dignity in each.

Today my sister was called with an offer to replace her windows. She said she lived in a rental apartment, and she was answered, "No problem, you can take the windows with you when you move."

Fuck, I am a handjob.
WOW : WOW?
Yesterday I made a shelf for the bathroom, sprinkled along with a table. Then I went out to eat and poured out boiling water. He began to shake the loaf, slipped, swallowed. In the evening, the wife told the little one to talk in a male language, he broke out, the belt slipped and I was right on my leg. It hurts to tears. (
Fuck you X)

Listened on the street:

She is Lenin's counterpart.
A fellow Lenin? O. How old is she?
– 32
In the sense...? When was Lenin born?
What about Lenin? Fuck, she’s like Lena, my sister!! to

My mom in the country in the heat loves to drink a glass of cold beer "Zvanetsky goose", as she calls it.

My sister was invited to bring me. I write sms:
Hi to you. When will it be more convenient to take a soul?
and Dasha

In school we had a cool body, normal, could and stretched, and pressed, and ran with us. Once he offered to play volleyball, he was alone against all the guys in the class (seemingly in the 7th or 8th we were then studying).

We play, we are 9 people, a physician one, but leads with a score of 10: 2, we played frankly badly and we were already desperate, as another physician enters the hall, he was a canonical representative of the profession (drunk, led a little like a sports lifestyle).

He goes into the gym and says, Oh, Sanya (the first body name was Alexander Nikolaevich), I will help you and get with him into one part of the field. I have to say, I, and my classmates then fell, so we lost, and the second came, but he just saved us, in 10 minutes he had time to melt the game, completely)) we won with the count 13: 15 then

But the funniest thing that played is the dispute, who lost - the one is pushed off the floor 30 times, then the second body of himself and punished.

Do men need to be able to dance?

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I went to dance classes. First the valse, then the tango.
My daughter is getting married in three months. I know the handshake very well.)

About the submission.

There was a case in studenthood – I got a look of an absolutely gentle, I would say, ephemeral creation. Just a fairy. And then just in the shelter with us in the room no one - the boys went away. I pull the fairy to see my collection of brands ;), I offer to eat what B-G sent and I offer the lady to shake a little vodka (go! There is money!) In the ghost. She says she doesn’t like bubbles and shyly moves the glass (a little bit). I pour, and she just as shy little holds the throat of the bottle until the vessel is filled to about 120-130 milliliters.

And here I, my dear ones, understood that I will not be able to intoxicate this heavenly creature, but sex will be. I’m not going to fuck you, but rather me.

Life is fair as long as we are lucky. Justice is looking for losers.

More than a hundred years ago in St. Petersburg there was a unique restaurant. It was famous for the absence of quarrels, scandals or debuts, which were usually arranged by the crowd.

The fact is that all the servicing staff of this restaurant, from the cook to the wardrobe, passed the compulsory examination "to take a drunk." The owner of the institution, Porfiry Filimonovich, personally arranged a check for those who wanted to "service" him, which was not all. But if it was lucky to get a job from him, the master paid generously and treated with respect. The test was that, possessing an extraordinary strength and a very impressive figure, Porfiry Filimonovich did not without pleasure begin to "walk the wheel" throughout the restaurant, to squeeze the furniture and for the most persuasive to shout out that he at one time "and on the bear."
The task of the examined was not to be frightened and to try to calm the upset employer. Few good guys managed to take off their legs without special injuries, and even more to cope with the "deboshir".

One day, in search of a place of a waitress, one young man of a “stumpy student appearance” came to such an examination. At first, Filimonich did not want to spend time on him, but he insisted. He looked closely at the newcomer, as the owner “blasphemed”, took off his glasses and, in the eyes of the present, in a few seconds pulled off the shirt, pulled through the sleeves the shell, jumped out to meet Filimonich, with a short masterpiece struck him on the ear. And while he was standing, stunned and stunned by surprise, he quickly stretched his rope behind him forward and cleverly wrapped his hands to the body with a shirt. Then, after thinking for a moment, the "student" as quickly turned the clap from two towels and, without ceremony, pushed it into the mouth of the unhappy examiner. After such shocks, Porfiry Filimonovich had to spend a couple of days in bed, as he had somehow broken two ribs. The "Arkaška-student" did not get offended and worked for himself, but first found out where that "so shaky came out." It turned out, several years before this Arkady Rybin worked as a sanitary in a house for the minded and was forced there to cope with more serious opponents than Porfiry Filimonovich.

A rich man invited Aristipe to teach his son. The philosopher asked for a fairly substantial amount of education, and the rich man stood upright and said that for such money you can buy an ass.
“Well, buy,” said the philosopher, “you will have two donkeys.

The central bank reports.

A new banknote with the denomination of 2000r is introduced.
Banknote of Vladivostok.

and VNDH.
In one pavilion there is a presentation of new products of the Kazalin iron concrete plant. The Leader:
- Comrades, you have a new non-blowing plate of the Kazalin factory... (a worker with a square fits the plate) It is made of super-strength concrete (the worker swings). Now you will be sure of it.
Working babies on the plywood - plywood.
So, comrades, it looks like the unbreakable plate of the Kazalin factory from the inside.

When you see a couple sitting together in the park, sit next to you, get the cock and tremble fiercely. Let them be disgusted too.

And for some reason they don’t think that the guys are brothers and have not seen each other for a long time, the girls have been friends since childhood, the man went out to snack with his daughter, the woman buys a gift to her nephew, and the man is a “Sunday dad” and wants to talk to his child.
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Let even the guys - blue, girls - lesbians, a woman buys a T-shirt for herself, and a man really went out to eat... and at least with a mistress (maybe he is in divorce?)! What’s the difference to other cowards? Even if the random man smiled at the child, it does not mean that he has any dirty intentions.

The only one truly worthy of condemnation and isolation is the actual extortionist of minors (one who extortures or looks at pornography with minors). A smile is not about growing up.