It is stereotypical. It is driven because your mind does not think about self-defense tactics, relying on your own strengths and weaknesses (which each has their own).
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Didn’t you recently recommend a berry scarf instead of a bite?

to this:
With these Pokémon the world went crazy. The crowds run through the parks in search.
This is how zombie movies usually begin.

What a Pokémon, go out! This is only revenge for the police. They are searching for insights!

The theme of historical names of different places in different languages can be continued indefinitely, but I will insert my 6 copies:
1st Hungarians call their country "Madjarorazag", while in Ukrainian, as we know from "What men say", the name of the country is "Ukhria". Belarus is called "Fehheerosorsaag".
2nd Again, the Ukrainians call Vienna "Viden".
Three The name of Japan (hello otaku) is Nihon / Nippon, but according to the Chinese - Riben.
4 is The country of the Finns is called "Suomi", and Russia is called "Venice".
5 is Germany got more than others: “Doyle” against something like “Aleman” in the Romanesque languages, “Nematch” in the territory of former Yugoslavia, and “Tyskland” in Scandinavia.
6 is Is it worth mentioning that the Egyptians live in a state called "Mars"?

The result: I support with both hands the traditional names of any places, and those who do not know any language and try to put their ignorance into it go to the ass.

Hihi... Hihi... Hihi... Hihi... Hihi...
What a magical word, I would listen.

xxx: Sometimes I think, but right under my feet at this very moment there is shit on the tubes...

You can sit indefinitely long at the water, at the fire and on someone else’s neck.

I read about the ignorant in the army. I don't know why, but it would seem that ordinary people in the civic, having entered the army, are in the center of incredible events, and themselves are offended by what is happening.
On this occasion, I remember (until now with tremors in the body) one fighter with whom fate had come together.
Our first meeting took place when I came to my new company for further service.
The crew was at classes, but from a distant corner of the barracks, some outsider voiced, listening, realized that it was a song, with the words: "I am a flying mouse, I am the horror of the special forces."
From curiosity, I went to the sounds to see this “horror of the special forces.” My expectations did not deceive me, it was really terrible. Something thin crumbled, thin legs wrapped in large boots, with ropes to the floor, the cowards and the carpenter were pronounced by the enemy fire, it was thought that the owner stole apples in the colloquial garden and the grandfather never missed.
I was still naive at the time, so I asked the senior to change the soldier in suitable clothes. The chief at first did not understand, saying - how good, this is the Negutin. But shaking his hand, without continuing to argue, he handed out whole cowards and a maika.
Having worn all this, the fighter proudly passed to a bunch of still unpicked garbage, sat next to him, and then the sound of rotting matter was heard, with horror in his eyes he jumped up and again the sound of rotting matter was repeated. It was a miracle when he sat down, with new cowards, the only one in the whole barracks pulling a nail from the wall, and when he jumped up, with the same nail he ripped the nail. I will not describe the universal sorrow in the eyes of the senior, who seemed to have specifically decided to see how much a whole garment would survive on this miracle.
Further, it was only worse, raised on the ideas of Marxism-Leninism, which denied magic even in Russian folk fairy tales, I found myself constantly in idiotic situations, explanations which can only be given by experienced scientists in the field of paranormal phenomena.
I was told to take him to the jump, but I stood up and after the jump, when I came to the place of the gathering, I saw a crowd of people looking up with interest, feeling bad too raised my head. And there is Negev. He tricked himself into the rising stream of air and, like a dwarf, rotated on one fifth, neither rising nor descending. Among the ways to help him, the already squeezed, pulled out the red, the bearer suggested with a good voice - can you shoot? Winnie the Pooh helped.

demonstrative exercises. From Moscow came, as we called them, another Pedrilo Lampasnoe, and he needed to demonstrate the heroic attack of Soviet soldiers on enemy defense.
The spectacle is really impressive. The BTR goes to attack like a thread, around a sea of pyrotechnics, and here is the apophysis, the BTR opens landing locks, and as in a movie, the warriors-liberators jump out of it, three in one direction, three in the other. It should have been so, because Nežutin came out and the Btra fish - stretched her leg on the lower door. Anyone who has been in the steppe knows that the steppe is a flat place, there are simply no stones to find. But for our miracle, there was the only valley in the steppe, which he hit with his head - having a double jaw fracture. For two weeks, they wrote an explanatory that no one beat him, because he himself.
At the final shootings, I was already experienced, and I did not allow him to use his weapons, the company shot out perfectly, and here, like a small fool, Nežutin approaches me and begins to reproach me that I did not allow him to shoot a combat ammunition in the whole service. What it was, I don't know, the eclipse somehow found, put his hand into the pocket of the pants without looking, pulled out the bullet, gave it to the sergeant, telling him to charge the machine himself, and was next to the generator of misfortune at the time of the shot. The sergeant with horror on his face fulfilled the order, with fear waited for a shot and breathed relieved. But it wasn't here, by the damn envy, the cartridge turned out to be a tracer, and a black spot began to spread in the place where the bullet hit (he did not naturally hit the target). Our poltergeist burned the steppe, and in the autumn in the steppe the grass turns into dust that burns like dust.
And the company, instead of returning to the barracks, for 2 hours in its entirety sealed the steppe, looking very friendly to me for some reason.
And then came the magical day, Dembele. The first was handed over by a soldier, and personally carried to the gate, so that God would not return.
I approach the barracks, and there is a young replenishment, and the senior pointing a finger at the recruiter with horror says - I don't know how his name is, but it's again Nežutin.
His feelings did not deceive him.

I am about the vacancy of an information security specialist.
Send your resume.
It is on your desk.

In the hands of the shoulder - to hide, hide
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Schnur, a talented exploiter of the image of a goat-gopnik, himself is a little goat in the past.
But... that you lived like he with his magnificent Matilda.

X: So, unobtrusively, we moved from a beautiful man to a bull...what are we for people?
Y: the man is not yet clear what quality, and the broth we always choose proven and delicious)

The cat has all the prescribed vaccinations, but is not vaccinated against rabies by age, he is going to fly to the city of Khabarovsk. Call the state clinic to clarify how to form:
- We from Moscow at all now no one without a certificate of rage release"

>>> You will not believe, but Belarus is in Russian.
And in Belarus too.
We have two of them.

Reminded of:
English is spoken only in England. In all other countries, they think they speak English.

Yesterday I got to eat cocktails from the refrigerator, covered them with a cloth so the cats didn't know and forgot about them.
I stand up happy.
The first thing I see is that in the hallway lies an undernourished cottage on the floor.
and in the kitchen, the shape with cottlets is also carefully covered with a cloth, only there is one cottlet less
XXX: How bad is it?! to

Astrologers have announced a week of outstanding shit (Nice, Turkey, Pokémon).
World stocks of popcorn are exhausting.

Narcissist
I wonder, what’s the crap here?
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deal – sell, trade
Dill - Dill

She drove her daughter to Moscow to show sights. Of course, we came to clean ponds to conquer. The daughter runs with the bride to the ducks. There are other plans for the evening. I remember there was a bag of fried potatoes in my bag and I decided to conquer a pigeon. I break potatoes, I throw to the pigeons, they, by the way, appreciated and surrounded me, the potato with one hand breaks hard, in the other hand a bag. At the same time, I try to catch my daughter, that is, everything is in motion. And the girl going to the meeting with the question: Where do you lead the pigeon? Ups...

Roxie: Oh those social limitations. I want to fight and fuck, but I have to be threatened and pressed. : C

1: most importantly on the sandwiches in the entrance of the stairs do not ride.
2: Why did you give up the idea?
3 is yes. I would ride on a snowboard.
2: in, Sanya is now sitting and choosing..snowboard or sandwiches)
2: Let the skies take. The Right Case
Better on the Bayard
5: immediately see people in our chat experienced)

A true macho fuels everything that moves and drinks everything that burns. What does not move, moves and fuels; what does not burn, burns and drinks.
There is more about the shit that is not stuck, and then collapses further than they see.

Then they wake up and go to school.

xxx:... the Islamic State...
WOW: Who is the swindler?
A terrorist organization banned in Russia, it is easy to guess.