But GMOs enhance the toxic effects of DNA! This is on the children’s plate. Think of the children!

Yyyy: Actually, I didn’t think about the kids. I will never eat children who have eaten GMOs.

When I was 5 years old, I was left alone in my apartment. Not for the whole day, but 3-4 hours had to spend locked up, doing their children's stuff. Of course, conscientious parents every time conducted an instruction on the subject: "Do not open the door to anyone, we have the keys, sit quietly, as if no one is at home" and so on.

I followed the instructions, and even prepared a "weapon" - an old vacuum cleaner, in case the robbers were more persistent. But everything was quiet, no one was interested in our lost door. Apart from that day.

Once again, waiting for my parents, I heard them knocking at the door. The bell we had was disgusting - a hysterically whispering bird - and someone behind the door pressed on him, not letting go. After a moment, excited and upset by this whisper, I decided to care not about the prohibitions of my parents and ask "who is there." Khatam presented himself as an employee of the gorgaz and severely that the house leaked, you need to urgently check all the apartments, or it can be very bad. Having issued this, he began to ring the door again, and I seemed paralyzed, because I had already broken all the rules, recalled, and now you can definitely expect trouble. Khatam again began to frighten me with a gas leak, then asked if there are adults at home, and who and how much (then I would be alert). There was a failure in the child’s brains and I replied, “Nobody’s Home.” The man apparently understood that I was bad and began to assure me that he was definitely not a bandit, not bad, that he just does his job and may even show a certificate. We didn’t have an eye, but it was possible to open the door to the chain, and once I didn’t care about the instinct of self-preservation, I decided that this was the best option. In case I took my weapon, I turned the key, the door slightly opened, hanging on the chain, and before me stood an ambal. Uncle pulled to the chain to remove it and open the door entirely, and then it came to me that it was not the gas he came to check: exhausted, I knocked the man with a pipe on his fingers, with which he shrugged the chain, and with all his five-year-old silhouette lay on the door. It was not very open and I managed to immediately tap the key for one turn. The man did not expect such a parish, realizing what happened began to knock on the door, scream and ring the bell. Fortunately, his bullying attracted the attention of the neighbor and he dropped him down the stairs.

My parents came in half an hour, but all that time I sat and locked myself in the bathroom. With tubes in pins.

Another introduction to stupor.
The story was in the late 1980s. I walk on the street, very young) I chew gum and try to learn to blow out bubbles. Nothing goes. I go, think of something my own, concentrated. And I feel that it will work out now. Only I literally gathered, at this moment some sad young man approaches me with a question:
Can you tell me what time?
And I am all, I am already in the process. In short, the scene, I look at it and slowly blow out such a luxurious bubble! My joy has no limits! I try to remove all this from the face and still answer, but the young man did not wait, said even more sadly "thank you" and went somewhere in his affairs)))

Static Space: My acquaintance gave birth without a husband (the father was quickly crucified, she preferred the transcript in the testimony), so the child has been married twice and widowed twice...
How to classify it?
Dominatrix: Catapult with trailer.

News "Ridley Scott is making a series on EVE Online"

One of the comments: first 40 minutes show the miner who grabs an asteroid and 5 minutes of a suicide who in illusion explodes it. The series will break all the patterns :)

It happened to watch a week old Russian film "Dumb" and a new American "Stop". It seems that he has managed to determine the main difference between our and their filmmakers: they have an intrigue in how the main character is confused, we - he is confused or not.

The Miracle:

It is like horror films. If suddenly some shit pops out of the bushes, then it is a nerve crack. And if two hours of the film no action, a dull tense atmosphere, then in the end Godzilla and a bunch of maniacs are perceived skeptically. Disappointment and one thought: "And was it worth the garden for this?".

You don’t seem to have to ask if you love Hitchcock.

I understand why the sanitary machines are constantly blowing! Yesterday I was taking and constantly switching the current connection on the counter... Before "repair" it was in one place, after - it began to flow from ALL four connections.
Tagged: ahah
ххх: I looked carefully at my hands – did they not cross the connection from the shoulder to the buttocks? It seemed like it worked before...
XHH: I gathered it again. Fum-tapes wrapped - enough for the mummy... flowing, infection! Where the rainbow splashes!
I’ll also be laughing at it.)
In short, I was upset, shut off the water and went to watch hockey. Under the whiskey with collie..After the match from grief drank already clean-up
Huhh: And huli - water is needed, used again to these fittings, whatever and messing up... So here - hui I collected everything from the first time and at least somewhere dropped! This is, in the course, a necessary condition for working with sanitary. Why is it not written in the instructions?

I don’t like dudes, and with people like you, I’t sit at the same table.

That’s why I have to look like a fool: so that people like you don’t come to me at the table.

Do you drink tequila properly?
Yyy: What can I do here, slipped, drank, ate.
Zzz: You just described the boss’s birthday...

We go somehow with my wife on the car along the prospectus, we stop at the lighthouse. The road crosses Leha (we previously worked together). I struck him and turned him to the side. As usual a handshake. As work, as work. Three minutes of dialogue are going on and I understand that this is not a Lecha and I found out. I quickly come up with something about an urgent matter and retire into the car. My wife hit me at home.) The question why the man started to communicate with me has remained unanswered.

XXX: I feel like an abuse.
XXX: The Cinderella
YYY: You forgive me, of course, but the first time you were more honest.

If pigs could choose religion, they would choose Islam.

In July last year I could not withstand and took a dog - picked up a wandering and half-lived taxi at the country. He called him Phil. In a month, it was possible to bring his condition to a satisfactory; the dog turned out to be wonderful - smart, playful, very loyal to children and indifferent to cats; it is true that it is not stupid to fight with other dogs, and his logic I definitely do not understand. For example, he is friends with a Chinese cowboy; somehow we go to another yard, there is walking exactly the same cowboy with a cowboy, and Phil cried and bit him (it was very uncomfortable to the hostess).
— — —
This taxi driver, as cool as it is, is a former wandering dog. And the corresponding skills with reflexes seem to never go away from him.
At the entrance of the store, I tie, I go shopping. A minute after 15 I come back: licked, on the tiles a fatty circle - someone gave sausages.
Another time I go out, next to a particular such a kid of years for a dog of 20 sweaters is filled, Phil tastingly crushes:
You don’t feed the dog, right?
I feed you, in nature. He is just a professional.
–...
At the kindergarten (near school) I attach him; I go out with my son - next to the dog two good schoolgirls, Phil, thankfully waving his tail, appetizingly eats the cake.
The poor...
Oh, he was so crazy, so crazy!
He ate the hotel.
“Thank you, girls, it didn’t have to be done, he was fed half an hour ago. He can just ask.
Not three times, not even ten.
Oh, this unfortunate face, these enormous, begging eyes, looking straight into the soul and awakening beautiful impulses - to feed the suffering dog! Profile, you will say nothing.

If Jesus tried to drive the merchants out of the temple, he would be given a double, and not conditionally.

"And ordered a friend of quick response".

xxx: Russian TV commentators have explained to their viewers in such detail and insightful manner how to bypass the blocking of Ukrainian banned sites that even inexperienced Russian users will now be able to independently access all Ukrainian sites banned by the Russian Federation.

You don’t have the right recipe. Too much to cook. No need for a dragon’s ass.
YYY: Well for whom. In my countryside, it is easier to get a skin from a dragon’s ass than a clutter.
Zzz: The Hogwarts?

I smoke underneath the train, the rain rains, two girls aged 15 go out.
Can we go back to the umbrella?
A couple goes by - a guy with a girl under the umbrella, laughing.
D1: They are so happy.
Do you think we lack an umbrella for happiness?
D1: I think we lack a guy for happiness.

Alexandr Noskov: A company is successful when its employees are overwhelmed by management. Remember the instructive story of a puppet theater director. He was a director as a director until he came up with pressing out all the juices from the actors and beating them with a cloth. Everyone knows how it ended.)
Best Wombatus: Dick, you did everything right! This manager of leaves tempted the director to engage in a foreign business, which they burned.
Dmitry: In addition to the spruce, there should be a knot. and :)
Alexandr.Noskov: I think this is very important. It must be dried first, and only then dried. And not to break the face first, and then stretch the cloth to wipe.
Andrew Podkin: There is another fundamental point in the ability to apply. But after all, the knot is unpleasant, and the spice is uncomfortable to beat - it breaks immediately.
Alexandr.Noskov: It ended with a banal raider capture of his theater. The leader of the union of puppet workers and the head of the Sicilian mafia, Fazer Carlo, sent a mercenary to the director, a fighting storm, who had undergone special training with a ninja turtle. Of course the locals called him in his manner Buryatino)) A terrible man!