Maila’s surveys are very indicative.
Here is, for example, whether the chopsticks are correct:
Yes – 10 %
No – 82%
I don’t know – 8%

The second question is where you come from:
Russia – 82%
Ukraine – 6%
Belarus – 4%
Other CIS countries - 8%

I went to the girl here recently, we were going to the cinema. Well, she, like any decent girl, naturally is not assembled, I wait. Wear around me with clothes, then with shoes, then with a fan. Everything is almost ready, the last strokes. Suddenly brakes next to at full speed, a little bit of the heels did not stumble, and slides himself on the forehead "Oh, the pad should be changed, or the shower will be!" And breaks into the bathroom. I’m standing in such a shy place, I’m not a moralphagus, of course, but this is somehow too much... From the bathroom a minute for two, then silence. The door opens, the girl comes out with the crooked sleeves of the dressing suit and with the dividing key in beautiful legs. "Pardon,” he says, “I’ll be hairy now and I can go."

Q: What is this dumb?
I didn’t sleep entirely :(
HHH: What is it?
The teacher’s phone was always ringing.
I have the same melody on the alarm.

Where is xxx?
He sits in the CPS.
Is it like he was going to pay taxes?
I registered through the portal. He arrived an hour earlier, first he was sent to another office, then to the other floor, then the statement from the site is incorrect. He stood by, gave up. And when he was asked to evaluate the work he sent them to the shit, and when they called the guard and sent him there... now he thinks about his behavior...

From the hub to the article on high-voltage experiments at home.
> luck was used as a method of caution :)

From Kubica:
>> The habit of the people to cardboard RPGs and anime written in a wicked language without signs of intersection.
>> A good book is simply not able to accept - it lacks a window with the number of ammunition, hit points and exhibition in the corner of the page.
> This is a good idea for e-readers. "You have assembled five pages. Level-up and plus one to literacy"

xxx: I have a mature business plan when they will prohibit swinging underwear, open a sex shop
xxx: And there to sell "erotic jewelry, in the form of female underwear (synthetic)"
xxx: And at the bottom of the assignment "Not Destined for Long-Term Wearing"
XXX: Now I’m waiting for conditions for business.

You have strange children, god. My mother, as a child, also promised to give me an internat.
After a brief explanation of what an internship is, I had a picture in my head: it is a place where there are many children and at least adults. The gift of fate was decided by my five-year-old being. And on another parental threat I shouted joyfully - Ura!! At the Internat!
I was not offered to go there anymore :)
Could I have struck the psychic of my parents?

In general, you will need to advise to name some training room "Inquisition". The field of images disappears.
-"The Inquisition" You will lose weight from one of our trainer types!
-"Inquisition!" Burns fat much more efficiently than its competitors!

It is difficult to explain to the relatives of the girl that the sounds from the last room (very emotional worth noting): "Yes, here; -No-no, don't rush; -Let's go again; -How fast?!" - these are attempts to open the castle, master level, with two spikes, in Skyrim'e = E

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To blame the pics and offend the needles is great, but what ear are the synonyms given not in the direct meaning of the word? Russian is narcissistic.

YYY: You can defeat a vampire by hurting him in the heart with an asshole.

XXX: So came the Twilight.

You can imagine, she said she would start dating me if I didn’t smell like a dog, and I’t be a drug addict.
You are not a drug addict.
That's a dog from me and it really smells.

I walk past the children’s playground. Children are playing a war:
Paf-Paf you are killed!
No, the Nippon! There are 15 HPs left.

O_O

I knew! They are like that from birth!
My son just picked up a plane. Well, how to gather... In general, he has a corn-plane designer - wings, fuselage, chassis, tail, propeller. And all this on the wings.
So he gathered everything well and forgot his wings. I told him that he would not fly. I thought, went to myself.
He returned and joyfully showed his "miracle" - one wing on top, only up with his legs, and the other under his stomach.
But! The main! How reliably and carefully wrapped with scotch))

I live in Germany, and so it turned out that at work I listened to a conversation of two Germans who complained to each other that their national team failed at the Olympics in Sochi. Yale refrained not to lament "And the Germans in general are not lucky in Russia..."

c 4pda to news about the thinnest smartphone in the world:
I want one, I can cut the bread.
These jokes are not funny anymore.
Zzzz: Intelligence at the level of stupidity!and ;)
aaa: you need to write: at the level of the rear side of the knife))))
BBB: Aaa, very thin :D
ccc: bbb, straight ppc as thin..
ddd: ccc that you can cut bread.

XX: and you knew that Gazprom employees in the fierce frosts, feeding the birds, will feed them black caviar.
YYY: O_o!! to

Discuss a camera shooting in color in total darkness, on 4pda.
xxx: It would only not be that in this chamber in total darkness you can see the souls of the dead, lost between heaven and earth. When the ghosts realize that we see them, they will try to get in touch.
The Japanese are like that. I watched the call.

There are men who promise a lot, and there are those who remain silent.

As the preamble goes: not everything was bad in Soviet times! And most importantly - people trusted each other more and rarely someone passed the track by the car with a raised cap, without stopping and asking if you need help? And now it stops... yes.
So, in October 1981, the airport of the glorious city-hero of Volgograd. I and two of my colleagues are returning from the seminar, we have been sitting at the airport for a day, there is no departure. I, as the youngest of all, was instructed to go to the train station and see if there is no way to get home by train. I went slightly, learned that there are almost no chances, I return and can not find my companions!!! A familiar on the face of the aunt (in the course of the day, everyone looked at me) pleased me: Did the window on Samara, they flew away! The situation: in the pockets of the stuff and a towel, in the storage chamber a suitcase and a box with gallets and marmelade - a shortage at the time (not everything was good in Soviet times, the shortage was!). The chip of the storage chamber in the cosmetic bag, the cosmetic bag in the bag, the bag was with the companions, now I don't know where. I get a towel, ready to cry - alone in a strange city, without money, tickets, passports and storage camera tokens. The hypothesis. Here by loud communication announce my surname-name-fatherland-city and ask to go to the police department. Ura! I have never loved my family so much. I am wiped out of tears and tears, they pour tea and give me a bag: passport here, tickets and money here, no cosmetics! There is a token! Write a protocol, return the bag without cosmetics. I drop into the storage chamber, explain the situation, fill out a statement: describe what lies in the suitcase on top! I understand that I don’t remember, I almost lose consciousness, it’s good that the guest box was signed by my name. In short, all were handed over, even for the lost token no fine was taken.
A window opens in the sky, they give a plane to Samara, I decide to fly - closer to my city. They arrived. And in Samara, the airport is far from the city, and already at night, I fell asleep in the bus, affected by a day and a half without sleep. I get out of the bus with everyone, the night I don’t know where to go. Everyone went to the side of the station, and I broke behind everyone - in one hand a suitcase, in the other a box with candy cakes, large, uncomfortable to carry. Suddenly, both of them are so gently taken out of my hands by two young men. It would be now that I would give everything and go through so that they’t be killed, and then I’t even be afraid. “Girl, we’ll help you, we’ll go to the station too!”
At the station the same situation as at the airport - people are full, there is nowhere to sit. I extend my wallet to my assistants and ask them to take a ticket for any train to my city and cut myself off again. How much time has passed, I don’t know, but my assistants wake me up and take me on the train. We put things in, we put things in, good luck! I sleep without bed and without back legs. I finally lie!
I wake up in the morning, behind the window of the station with the name of my city, the train is moving quietly - either it brakes, or it accelerates. Lost to walk by the house! “Where you went, we have not yet arrived!”
And just standing on the perron, I finally felt how tired I was! I am finally home! The adventure is over!
And my cosmetic with a token my colleague second-handed into his bag. A long token from the storage chamber of the station of Volgograd was my talisman: in the Soviet country a man will not be given an abyss!