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“Well, if the journalists had a bigger nose like Buratino, he would have gone around the ground and kicked them in the ass.
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Do not chase our bulldozer.
The nose grew up in the bourgeois Pinocchio.

We celebrated the birthday of the girls. Like champagne and dancing. She came as a decent, a mouse swung on the couch. At night I woke up naked in the outer darkness, I don't understand where I am and what I am, I only feel that it is very cold and the plates are covered to the ears, and the legs are shaking, and on the thumb a full feeling that the mark is tied. the fright along with repentance came instantly, when I came to myself I realized that I lay naked, but in my socks, and on the thumb a hole from which the thumb is shaking. Binded to the holidays

The late Boris Abramovich
He said, “The big business.
It requires great sacrifices, but
Idiots willing to die
For other business, always find
very difficult. for decision
The question comes
Engage the highest
of matter.”

Proof of authenticity on the photo:
I will give you a half-hour in photoshop and a newspaper, and I will fix the dashboard, and I will give you an airplane shot down over Donbass (well, it is longer). Hey all that.

xxxxxx: Can I attend the repair of the server?
Arsenic: Hm In principle, it is possible, only unknown in time and it will be more expensive
ARGENT: And why then?

xxxxxx: Well, you can pull out a good detail from the computer and not replace it with something.
Archon : Oh! If you suddenly go for the operation, you will only do local anesthesia.
XXX Why?

Argont: So that the doctor under the noise did not pull something on the organs.

Fuck this Christian Grey from the shades of grey straight some electric scat, her forever shakes the current when she touches him

I have lived here for almost two weeks.
I go to the center every day and not once.
When they bring me to our hotel, they are very surprised.
At first I thought that because of the cheapness of the motorcycle drivers looked at me as a sick man.
Then I learned from the owner of the cafe that I live in the most dangerous hotel for long-distance drivers.
Here they only chew, smoke and fuck - the literal translation of the owner of the cafe. I immediately realized that I was living right.

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Therefore, it is often said that “everything is riddle” and if not everything and not all, but only someone, then he is what? The Drift? The obrydle? of obryel?
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in the only number this word is written "square";

Talk to a girl from Thailand. She would.
Time to pay for vacation
I’ll take a prostitute and she’ll be a man.
Amnesty is Amnesty!! to

Thanks for the prohibition of smoking in the entrance. I met half of my neighbors on the street. It turns out good people.

Xhhh: I was sent today.. : job: I am looking for a wife.. Requirements..
Wow :D
Hand and heart :D
WOW WOW! Have you broken someone’s heart?! to
Wasn’t this a time [of common knowledge]?
How did you guess?
Wow: Well I remember that he had a brain shock recently...

XXX:on the forum of freelancers posted the article "13 ways to fall asleep faster"
XXX: The dogs are bullied!

The city takes courage. And politeness is a whole peninsula.

It was a story about mechanics in the theatre and fascists.
A friend told me. They had two original guys with simple Russian names. Batyanya Ichni was the most natural “new Russian.” Moreover, it was a man in the literal sense of "of the socha" - a former combiner and a descendant peasant.
The curve of life’s success raised him high, and he moved to the capital with his sons. His children were under his father’s authority – simple rural workers and peasants, but with a rare craving for knowledge and culture. Not that the whole family wanted to join the ranks of the Moscow intellectuals – there was simply a tough understanding of the need for education for normal communication in society. A couple of years after they moved, they fell into one of the hustles of the golden youth of Moscow, striking the inhabitants with a profound dissonance between appearance and accumulation.
In this company there was a girl, that parents for adulthood made a truly bar gift - an apartment was bought in the famous "House on the Shore" - a mansion of the Soviet elite of the 1930s and unfortunately famous far beyond Moscow by wreckage arrests and shootings of tenants. The lush temper of the youth of the time (in the courtyard was the mid-90s) has been repeatedly described on this site, and it makes no sense to describe the general desire to make a fairy party on the occasion of the new home. The idea lay on the surface – to make in the apartment a party in the style of the 1930s – with dances, costumes and other elements of time. The guests, breaking up into groups, began to diligently prepare for the event, picking up images and costumes. The brothers, realizing that it is impossible to hit the dirt in the face, and enjoying the almost unlimited financial possibilities of the father, decided to hit everyone. Literature was raised, consultants and old photographs were found, the Mosfilm workshop and the antique stores of the city were raised. The smoke stood in the mouth.
That day, a personal retiree, Maria Vasilievna, quietly living the seventh tenth in a small apartment originally intended for a servant, heard familiar from childhood sounds of pre-war tango. In her memory flashed a bright flame of childhood memories, this huge, gray house, to which they moved in the very early 1930s with the whole friendly family, children's games in the yard, a basement with dogs, cranes-concierge in the entrances and beauties-military with raspberries. And then... then there were disturbing nights, when no one slept and everyone waited - to whom this time came trouble into the house? Who has the light on, and is there a search? Their family did not pass the common fate - the father was repressed, the mother was regretted and simply displaced from Moscow to the north with her - Maria Vasilievna, and then just Masha, went to the 3rd class that year. Years went by, Stalin died, his father was rehabilitated, his mother died, but Maria Vasilyevna found the strength to return to Moscow and make a dizzying career. After her retirement, she lived quietly in the same house where she spent her childhood and where she came back in the late 1950s. On the street was hot - it was the middle of the summer, and in the unconditioned apartment it was very dull. Maria Vasilyevna listened – the sounds of tango continued, there were voices, laughter and the ringing of glasses. Deciding to look out the window, the poor old lady stunned - to the entrance came to the pain familiar "Emka". Having decided that it was bad for her from the heat, Maria Vasilyevna directed a fan and a couple of minutes later looked out the window again - no, there was no doubt - it was she - the same "emka", on which the parents of her friends were taken and took her father to the last way. The picture was supplemented by her acquaintance, an alcoholic uncle Cole, at one time a great functionary, who did not withstand the breakup of the Union and quietly cried about this. Uncle Cole looked at the car carefully. Deciding to go down to the neighbor for medicine, the grandmother went out to the staircase and shuddered - the door of the neighboring apartment was opened and there were loud sounds of tango mixed with the bell of glasses, laughter and jokes. Realizing that the thing was very bad, Maria Vasilievna rushed down for the medicine. And here... right in front of her, in the run of the stairs, hidden by a huge palm tree, two chequists stood before her. There could be no mistake – she remembered the night of 39 when the same people came into their house. The same peasant faces, the same shape, the same papyrus, the same boots, even the awards and distinctions – all exactly as in the hardest day of her life. Poor personal retiree quietly settled on the hands of surprised brothers and did not want to give signs of life. Fast oriented, the brothers decided to independently pull the pensioner to the car and take it to the nearest medical centre. Alcoholic Uncle Cole has seen a lot in his life. But when two NKVD officers fell out of the entrance with loud matucs, carrying the lifeless body of his acquaintance Maria Vasilyevna in their hands, and explained to him their wishes in vitrified form concerning help in loading the one into the entrance Emku, Uncle Kolya understood that it was time to bind with alcohol. Five minutes later, the whole company was in the hospital. But Maria Vasilyevna, who had come to herself, went off again – the appearance of the hospital chamber in conjunction with Uncle Kolya and the chequists behind him with tense faces did not give her connection to reality. The brothers, making sure that the grandmother will be carefully monitored, decided to retire and not appear on the carpet.
As the happy owner of the apartment later told, the absence at the event of the brothers were all very surprised, and the fact that they did not get in touch for a couple of days - even more. It all ended safely - Maria Vasilievna is still alive, and Uncle Kolya after a shock on alcohol looks with a sharp disgust.

The copnik dad goes from work in the evening, looks - the copnik son sits on the asphalt near the house. All the beaten, in the blood, in the ears of a cigarette, his cell phone is stuck in his mouth. The Gopnik-Papa dumbs at this spectacle for a minute, then asks:
Has the intellectual entered?
M M M M M M.
Also in the glasses, dude?
M M M M M M M M M!! to
The idiot. The Baklan. How many times have I told you that if a man is not willing to walk around our area in glasses, he is more dangerous than a crazy dog!

to this:
He passed excellent EGE in physics and inf, decided not to waste his talent in vain. I chose to enter one of the best universities in Russia, specifically the department, which teaches on the profile of Optics and physics of nanostructures. Directly the latest technology, teachers are almost all scientists with a degree, etc. I found a group of students and employees of this department VKontakte. The first topic in the discussions: "Let’s not cheat anymore?" It seems I’m starting to suspect that we have a country with science about O_O
Do not judge by one fact. Not so long ago there was a far from exceptional case when the glory of American and world science (indigenous American, which is uncharacteristic) decided after the conference to prove that Americans can drink more than the Russians. The end of the resulting derby few people remembered, counted for nothing.

From the internal forum of one large green bank.

XXX is yes. About the REB. The M1A2 Abrams TUSK tank has a phone on the body for communication with the infantry.
YYY: This is something else! "Mercedes" has a coin slot on this phone!

He was transferred to... (happiness hold on, I remind you - the right eye does not see) to the position of... a gunman!
and...
This is only the guide of the minomote eagle vision does not need at all. A pass is a thing whose guide, if he ever sees the goal, it will most likely be the last thing he sees in his life. The task of the guide is to establish the parameters of the shooting, which will be to him by the artillery calculator, who will calculate them from the data received from the observation point.

Interesting is the principle of the work of departments for the recovery of debts of domestic banks. I did not pay the contribution for banal reasons, according to my calculations about 1000 r. A wicked, disgusting, rude aunt calls and says that I am throwing 3000 r. A week later, a fun, cute, nice girl calls and says that I’m tore 500r. Another thing, I paid for it.