News on the mail: "Militia in Kiev destroyed the catapult of demonstrators".
A colleague's comment: "aga, and got a bunch of expats and leevelap"

About the Catapult. I do not know with what weapons the third world war will be fought, but the fourth world war will be fought with stones and sticks. We seem to have fallen asleep in the third world.

I am from the era when cybernetics ceased to be the imperialist prostitute, but Schrödinger’s cat was still called simply the “black box.”))

I don’t like modern phones.
YYY: What is ET?
XXX: can not be hanged on them

xxx: Shut up, in the news said that in Kiev the protesters are building a catapult!! by Ahrenet!
xxx: I understand that the wheel they have already invented. They need to build a chariot. He walks in two cages.
YYY: Do not chase! The catapult has a force of 6 and the chariote has a force of 4. They do everything right. It’s the same for cities ?
xxx: Then they need to invent Horseback Riding urgently!!! The Cossacks are built! They are +14. Only the tanks!! WOW!

About the Demonstrators:

You are in the car, bring medicine, take your brother, buy books, come to the train station, meet your grandmother, take the barracks, bring the polar frog, find the philosophical stone, take the dragon.

XXX: Dragon, it is probably about a maid.

World Weapons News:
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China begins construction of second aircraft carrier
Protesters in Kiev build a catapult

"Buratino, son... I was once led by an adventure road, but then I was shot in the wild.

When I was eight years old, I decided to play with myself. Running forward, I will say that I have lost it: I write a word on a paper, wait 10 minutes for it to be forgotten, and I try to remember it / guess it by the letters. Ten minutes passed and I didn’t forget. Two hours have passed and I have not forgotten. I still remember 12 years ago.

Sabbath 20:15
I need something like me, just the opposite sex.

Alexander at 20:18
100 kilograms red miracle with a beard and breasts? and Dt

Love is a very strange kind of disease in which the sick take care of the healthy. by Alexander Berenstein)

We here right in the walls of the local railway museum opened a skate with free ski rental. It is necessary to say that the visitability of the museum has since increased in times - winter is in the midst, and the frost is not and is not foreseeable. The wooden pallets left from the ice-filling machines have so far been laid by the museum’s employees with a fine Babylonian pyramid-zickurate next to the slope. They did not, however, get them out - on the first day, the "zikurate" was loved as an insect by fathers-mothers and grandparents. From it it turned out to be very convenient to watch children riding without going out on the ice itself. The sensitive management of the museum enveloped the pallets with huge mattresses-pants of the "fetboy" system, and they immediately stretched up with dozens of fathers, several mothers, and even a couple of grandmothers. Apparently, for a deeper enlightenment of the adults on the pyramid, the management of the museum placed a tent with a hot glitter right next to it. After that, this place gained unprecedented popularity, especially among the popes, and became reminiscent of whether the couch of satiated morges on a warm sunny day, or the ancient Roman pie with majestically adjoining sailors and patricians. Only for children tired of skating there is no room left, and in order to get to this zig-zag at all - to come to the museum was necessary as soon as possible, best to open. All this very much resembled the procedure of seating on the beach in Sochi in the midst of the resort season in Soviet times, when from the early morning the largest and strongest representative of the family was sent to the beach with blankets and towels, and all the others were pulled later - otherwise you could really be left without a place.
The management of the museum and here showed an incredible sensitivity and somewhat expanded the area of the "square", wrapping it with all sorts of pillows, pillows, pens and even sofa rolls.
And here they missed. Because the children who appeared the next day as they arranged from the morning a pillow fight with these same rolls and pens, so to lunch and did not stop. It was enough two or three goals not without strategic talent, so that the fight took an organized and very exciting character. Katok was forgotten, and the children were divided into two hostile camps and began to build defensive structures from mattresses. No adult dared to go there. The director of the museum, who appeared to humiliate the rebels, after receiving a mattress, with silent dignity departed back to his office. From where instead of the expected some punitive team appeared hyperactive youth rock band, cut such a monsoon that the battle took a completely homeric character, and dads-mothers together with their pleds-books-tablets-rings were forced to retreat to pre-prepared positions in the restaurant. There we were already waiting for quite rubbing hands of the cook with the waiters. And the motives of this, at first glance, illogical act of the director became clear - first, they accidentally acquired an attraction, which is more popular than the skateboard, and all the steam trucks of this museum, and secondly, the revenue of the museum restaurant increased.
I am scared even to imagine what the commercial genius of the management of this museum will come up with tomorrow. Safari for parents with paintball guns, no different. And after all, we will go where we will go, when the native child from the very morning cries on the top notes "I want to go to the museum." Intelligent old ladies at the stop look with respect - it is necessary, what kind of child is cultural, so the museum is asked, until the ears are laid. Would they know why he is there...

Jumping with a parachute is not terrible. You open the door in the plane, and there is Goglie Mars. You’re not afraid of Mars, right?

XXX for dinner?
YYY: If it works, then a delicious thing, if not - a bad shit)

Laurana: I prefer to do without nics off the net in recent years. Sometimes, I come to meet the creative or role-playing elite, well around, joyfully, people are interesting to communicate, smile welcomingly. And somebody mother and beautiful begins to represent me respected gentlemen, pointing a finger and pronouncing the name: Light-looking Lugol, Montpansie of Tobos, Galoperidol Frontier, Transdunaerandieel, Syth of Coriandra, Invincible Mykis and, of course, all-admired Svetopolk Appolinarevich. And this is how my cognitive dissonance begins, and I always have a silent question in my eyes: "And that’s all?That" and look, they scream to take that pudding, i.e. Throw yours away from the legendary representatives of the human race (and not only human). The Accident.

Commentary on the article that says that in China began construction of the second aircraft carrier

XXX: Have they not built the star of death there yet?? to

<daemith> What do you think about gamification of education?
<kochetov> more accurately with such words in our country

I read interesting facts. I come across the following: "If a shark floats up its legs, it can fall into a coma".
with feet! The Shark!

In the spell of spelling:

I have a beard, but all of them.

Dress Gandhi on the Hook! Hate him!

I don’t fuck you off the mountain, so let’s fuck you out here.

Advice from the instructor:

I am working with a boy (6th grade!) Description of the impenetrable stupidity of the student
How do you live?"

You only take gifted children, and you send backward children to me.
B: You know how much you pay. You smile gently and present him as a smart preschool student. And the nerves are whole, and the child begins to think faster.