<glimm> in trial sports discount 40% on any winter hat
<glimm> buy a snowboard kit for yourself
<kot.potaskun> gips and scissors?
<glimm> )))

I have not been interested in the rate of the ruble for a long time, and this is the case. How long has the ruble fallen?

for a long time. Since the late 80s.

A friend goes abroad and says:
I want to see the world. I will start with Poland.
Just like Hitler in his time.

What do you have in the refrigerator?
It’s a loose meat.
Is it because we haven’t seen him for two weeks?

yyy: node.js on android is lol ) Although if you understand, it is quite necessary to
(Node.js is like regular javascript only server rather than client)

xxx: The server on Android)

YYY: I already have a web server. There is also a server server. On the mobile.

XXX: Does Miss know enough about perversions?

Have you ever heard of Google Glass?

XXX: Augmented Reality glasses.
Do you want to lift the server on the glasses???? to

I come to our service engineer and look at the computer on the desktop wallpaper. The cows on the green grass occupy 90% of the picture.
I ask :
What is it with you?
A piece of summer.
You will not argue.

To the ladies to note: you want to keep a man -

Make sure your stomach is full.

Eggs are empty. And of course, do not forget that,

Everyone needs something (regardless of gender).

to know that he can come where he is.

Listen, support and reassure you. Do not arrange

The game in one gate - if you prepare dinner from

four dishes and dessert and fuck it at night before

state of coma, and he still releases saliva,

Looking at other people’s breasts – he still won’t appreciate it.

Your efforts, never

CVV: Consult a personal time planner
Post-factum is called “woman.” Visit the nearest university dormitory.

The girls do not fight.
XXX: What are you thinking about here?
YYY: as well
XXX: When was the last time you fought?
YYY: a few months ago
XXX: OO
XXX: Forget to yourself
XXX: Whom did you take away?
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And in the "Year of the Horse" we will continue to rule the "Riders without heads".

We, the generation of thirty years old, still caught those grandmothers.
I remember, some time ago, in the visits to a friend, I was very surprised to see how her grandmother, after eating, before wiping out the table, carefully collects all the little ones that fell on him and carefully, from the palm, sends them into the mouth.
I knew that she had survived war and famine, and it must have been the ghosts of this hungry past that made her, more than sixty years after the war, so ridiculous to gather these, no one in the two thousand unnecessary crumbs.
I understood it. The head. Because she explained so, noticing my intrigued and unintelligent look.

In fact, I couldn’t understand inside.
It was so old, and so strange. Collect the crumbs when after the war more than sixty years have passed and the shops are full of bread. What kind of bread you want. And any food at all.
That seemed stupid to me. Almost a marriage.

* * * * * *
We once sat down with a longtime friend, also Katka, and she was telling about her childhood. And about the cabbage.

Well, that is, her childhood came to the nineties, when there was a tension with the sausage. In general, of course, the tension was with everything, but for some reason it was the sausage, the ordinary, the same cooked sausage, which was once twenty or twenty, and then it was gone, imprinted in the memory as an exceptional delicacy.

So here. Coal has become a deficit. And when she, however, appeared somewhere, it was expensive, and her mother, raising two younger children, simply had no money for her. Well, that is, they were enough for some cabbage, bread and cabbage. No to the sausage.
And here Katka told me how she wanted sausages as a child.
And then, when she was fifteen, she had a girlfriend, Natasha.
And Natasha had a grandfather, a taxi driver. And he had money. And the sausage, the same sausage that my friend’s mother couldn’t afford to buy, just lay in Natashkin’s refrigerator, and nobody ate it.
That was wild.
And Natasha always made her friend sandwiches with sausages.

Many years passed. My friend has a life, she has earned herself for an apartment and a car, and she is dressed expensive, and her refrigerator at home if you open - there is everything you want. Meat, marinated in a special way, shrimp from the palm, cheese...
And the usual cooked sausage is almost never in it.

Katka said she doesn’t buy it often yet. In my head, a screw was firmly stuck: the sausage is a expensive delicacy, not for every day.
Katka told me that one day, buying just for dinner an exceedingly expensive meat, marinated in a special way, thought that now would be just a piece of sausage... and didn’t buy. The Delicate.
Only at home did all this absurdity come to her.
However, she says, if the sausage appears in the refrigerator, it does not hold in it. Because Katka begins to go to the refrigerator every ten minutes, convincing her a little bit, a piece, with a feeling.

* * * * * *
I listened to it and it was both weird and funny to me. It’s really stupid such a screw in the head. And apparently for a lifetime.
Now that everything is there, and thinking of the sausage as a delicacy is strange.
These are some kind of fun childhood ghosts. It is funny.

Then I went home and put something in the closet. I thought I wanted to get a coff.
Suddenly, for the first time, I really noticed that there were a lot of boxes in my closet. And there are shoes. Some of them I have never swallowed, they lie, bought, new, different, kind all, skin.
I began to take those boxes out, fold them near the closet, and counted thirteen pieces.
Thirteen pairs of shoes.
For you to understand, I do not get out of my favorite timberlands, and I drag them in the tail and in the hryvnia.
There are thirteen pairs of shoes in my closet.

It immediately became not funny.
When I was very young and still in school, for some reason I almost never had normal autumn shoes. I don’t remember what was there with the winter, but the memory of what I was walking in completely shattered, and why it didn’t go away in my head.
But with autumn, it was delayed. Shoes my mom bought rarely, very rarely, there was no money, and if something new was bought, it was not at all, and so, it would go.

And also I remember walking in the worn shoes that her sister gave her mother, we had the same size legs and shoes all the aunts were comfortable, but some quite adult, what, exactly what aunts are. And I was always terribly ashamed of this shoe, and I never had anything to wear for a school walk. The clothes were most often worn by my mother. I had to take the shoes that I already had. And there was always one pair for several seasons, and then it was wrapped up and the rope somewhere began to fly away, and I always thought that nobody would notice this rotting.
It was shameful. Very shameful.
And that shame, apparently, was forever wrapped in the head with such a screw, and it could not be removed.

Many years passed. I buy shoes and I don’t even notice it. I don’t wear them almost, well, because I have something to wear, but I buy, not even very understanding why. About the stock, right?
Just these stockpile of shoes are there and I am calm that I will never in my life again have the teeth and that shame when you think that it's all noticed.
This is a childhood ghost.

And I, when I got these boxes and thought that, probably, it is worth a portion to reward, suddenly caught some such a state, not even fear, but grief, what... As if I had to give something very, very necessary, to take away from myself.
I put them back in the closet. I thought it would be hard for me to give back my shoes, because then I would be without shoes again.
I will not give my shoes. Let me not even wear them, but let them stand.
I must have shoes.

Also, don’t laugh, I make stocks, money in bottles. I am collecting coins in pots and then hiding them somewhere, hiding them, then remembering, finding, recounting coins and... rejoicing, so stupidly rejoicing with these coins.
And I hide banknotes, and I don't even specially hide them, namely that I find some stupid hiding and treasure, and sometimes I rub myself, and I understand: it's reflective. It is fear.
And I understand with my mind that these reserves are strange, really peculiar, and to me, if it happens, they will not profit at all, and for nothing they are, when long ago there are cards on which money, but these pots are my very childish reserves, if my mother suddenly says to me then, many years ago, "Katy, we have no money...", I will start getting my pots and small bills, and we will have money.

* * * * * *
Probably everyone has something like that, a special point, a screw, when a man suddenly becomes an old lady collecting the drowned crumbs.
The war has long passed.
________

Ekaterina Unnamed

Paradox, and only: after 60 years it is strictly forbidden to drive trains, planes, buses... But the country - without problems!

The news:
33-year-old Toby Sheldon spent about $100,000 on several plastic surgeries to similarity to Justin Bieber.

The commentary:
But if he had achieved the resemblance of Angelina Jolie, he would have shaken himself in the mirror.

I do not like synchronous translation. I remember, I was still a gummy girl, unkissed, “an innocent child with the eyes of a trembling leni.” I had a childhood friend from whom I didn’t expect anything. We argued about something and I lost, and in the event of a loss, I had to give him some unknown film about Tarzan.

Well, I couldn’t think he was so interested in what they were talking about there in porn!

At the construction of the stone worker Vasily
He had a motto: Seeing
Build the whole building and shake.
Upset

There are a lot of "servers with dollars", and I think it’s the opposite.
I remember the old song - it is immediately put on the radio. I want to see the movie again, it will be shown on TV. Would you like sushi or float - on the same day I will happen to be in guests, where I will be served with this.

That’s just somewhat from the set of “world around the world, thousands of barrels and chocolate” so far only chocolate.

A helicopter is waiting for me!
It’s a very mantra job to let it go.
I think of the fact that a helicopter is flying in my kitchen, and the Earth is rotating and does not take it down.
The drink saves me, so it relaxes me.
XXX is a slide!!! to
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The Scandinavian End of the World on February 22, 2014
The pseudonym:
February 23rd in Russia will be a double holiday means.

The Snoop Dog:
The triple celebration
Day of the Soviet Army
The End of the Shame in Sochi
The end of all shame

Hendry, a hurricane breaks into our room. Appeals to the Executive Director.
Yuri, come to my office. I violate the collar.
Yuri (rehabilitated): MMMMM Need a help? = = )
Well, actually, it’s Cole who needs help. In my office, live!

Marina Igorovna: Nadia arranges to work at the mail, said that tomorrow they will look for my package in the warehouse :)
Mariah Carey: Wow!
Belkina: what people need to go to find their shopping :)