at the exam.
Student: I was confused about something.
Let’s be confused, we’re not playing BDSM here.

and Vladivostok. It is about 7 in the morning...
I went out to the balcony to smoke, the fog from the sea almost nothing to see... I took it and shouted: Lochaaaaaadkaaa...
And I’m in the mood for the whole day ?
c) t0chi1ka

Okay, I’ll come, have you decided on the dress? Imagine something sexy.
Tagged: come
I’m the sexuality myself, my chest, my ticks, my six legs, I’ll be a cancer for you, my beloved.

Today I was riding a tram in a traffic jamming, a drunk girl with an angry look goes out on the street, and a guy, too, is following her.
"Stand up!" - The guy cries, - "Masha, stand up!"
A girl in no way.
"Masha, please stop and don’t leave!and "
Masha is leaving.)
Then the guy strikes, and says ‘no and go naked,’ he turns and leaves.
The girl took two steps, stopped, thought, turned around, and cried “Vitya, stand!” and let’s run after him.
Fuck, the tram was rolling.)

She works as a manager in the staff department. In the interview with the security guard:
That kind of uncle shuffle is coming. Brushed and brushed. Say hello and sit. Quiet as such. I ask questions, a questionnaire. Half an hour passes. We have a conversation, questions. Suddenly, I see, his eyes opened. and such an expression of the face as if it is bad to him or hurt him. I ask you, are you sick? He is not. Gray, what are you sick of? He is not. Talk for 40 minutes. His eyes are getting bigger and bigger. Finished and said goodbye. He goes out and I wonder what’s going on with him. I leave the office after him. I look - and he runs to the toilet with a white sling, almost broke the door to the toilet :))) told the deer, he grit, we take! With such an extension ?

Today I went out in the morning to smoke on the balcony and I observe the following picture: there is a man, I’t say that you’re hungry, but you can see that there is a strong body and something in the package. He approaches the entrance and there someone screams to him from the 3rd floor. Here is the dialogue:
From the floor: got it?
He took
From the floor: to buy a cigarette?
He is: A?
From the floor: buy smoking?
He is: What?
from the floor: (very loud and evil) crazy... smoked to buy?
He is: A?
from the floor: (understanding apparently that something is wrong, with gaps between words): cigarettes... the store... took?
Q: Did I buy a cigarette?
From the floor: A?
Tagged: cigarette shop

p.s How easy it is to communicate.

Innos: Put on the table, swallowed from its size...

The day with a friend made a brilliant conclusion: "Pushkin was a hansta"
His grandfather from Ethiopia.
Second, he wrote poetry. Especially the pebbles.
Most importantly, he died in a shooting.

Fuck, you are one of them!
– – – – –

When it is good!
Otherwise it is disgusting.

The story took place in a rather typical for the NAC. Republican School
Probably not unique, but I guarantee the truth, because I have seen everything.
With my ears.
So, as has already been said, the golden age of "stagnation", a typical Soviet school in
The suburb of Baku is divided into two sectors: the Russian and the Azerbaijani. Shallows
from me. The Russian language was not very well understood by the primary classes.
did not know.
At every significant date, the entrance staircase was placed on a tribune.
microphone and director (a remnant of even more ancient times, with black
to bring to school students the decisions of the last XX. congress
Or something else in that spirit. The speeches were in Russian. None of the students in
These speeches did not entangle the Russian sector, because the pofigu was,
I am. sector because he did not understand anything at all. Everyone was friendship.
They shouted “Ura!“When it was necessary, at least some fun.
On a cold November morning in 1982, the school welcomed us.
Room with microphone. As usual, the director went up to the court, and
He began with a solemn voice:
The comrades! After a long and prolonged illness, he died.
Secretary General... bla bla bla... four times hero...
“Bla-Bla” by Leonid Ilyich Brezhnev.
Translating the spirit, the director pulled off the sheet and looked into the crowd. The Zionist
I am. The sector, seeing this gesture, instantly revived.
“It is time!” At the same time, several dozens of non-Russian speakers
The head and the next moment, present, more precisely, only me. Sectorial
half, exploded with applause passing into ovations and screams
“Ura!“...
The director bleaked and lost the gift of speech, he was probably shot.
In the best case, a gulag. The other teachers and teachers also appeared.
They are not prepared for such a mass statement. But the disgrace continued.
A few seconds later, the director called the microphone.
immediately stop the anti-Soviet, the ignorant teachers fled
suppressing the rebellion. I remember one class. and lead. the younger
Classes, which gave no weak tumaks to the right and to the left, waving with their hand as
I chopped.

The rebellion was quickly suppressed, consequences for the director seemed not to be,
I think it was the last time Gen. He died a long time ago and
The Director did not have any relevant experience. When he died
The next gen. Seven, sad experience taken into account, and the same class of leadership,
The meeting was held between Azerbaijani students and
She spoke that if anyone knocks or pronounces a sound, she will speak to him with her own hands.
The torch will shake.

“Nahal!” It doesn’t mean “stop!”

I found my old history notebook. It contains a checklist. Two and something underlined in red. I read and run. It was necessary to define the word Pope of Rome. I did not shrink. "Pope of Rome is the head of the church".

The Autumn...
The first cold.
At the stop is a Georgian in a leather jacket.
Cappuccino, nose... Well, in general, everything is as it should be.
It was frozen and the collar was raised.
Next to it a bunch of ceramics and hose.
He stands, pins his legs into this ceramite and cries:
"E-e-e, dusted syrup, even the gray floats"

A quote from the CISCO Guide: “Ping can be considered as a test for signs of life. For example, if a teacher notices that a student has put his head on a plate, he can check (!attention!) Whether the student was alive, slept, or just died..."

In the courtyard... went from the store home, heard a family couple in the apartment grumbling. the man screams at his wife: you are a stupid sheep!Then he goes out on the balcony and on the whole courtyard hears: My wife is fucking!!!A man passed by (with 0.5 vodka in his hand) and in response shouted to him: “Congratulations!” I have the same!

The guy, the first in the country to give the pits of Timati! In the kindergarten, I put a pot on the head of Kipelov. I am now a sanitary technician, but I bought mr3 with all of his albums.

We went with friends to the subway, near the entrance there is a man and distributes candles.
Take a candle for a sacrifice, God will bless you.
No to Nifiga. We believe in Kentucky.
Twenty Seconds of Stupor
Who is Ktolhu?
This is the type of man who eats the brains of people who believe in him.
You didn’t know that God has many names, one of them is Kthulhu. Buy a candle and he will bless you!

We just couldn’t refuse!!by XDDD

The shovel is a phallic object, its blade symbolizes the force of penetration. The block is a symbol of virginity and celibacy; but the steel penetrates into the soft wood, there is a return movement, and the block is heated with blood-red wine. Thus we again observe the predominance of the male over the female and..."

"Yes, Freud is no longer poured!"

xxx: Today I go to the subway, and before the doors are closed there is a little silence... There is a huge and burdensome woman at the subway door, closing all the doors.
After that, a little girl, whispering with plain notes on the whole car:"She will eat us all!"