A beautiful romance you will remember for a lifetime unless it ended in a wedding.

One day I was bitten by a shrimp. It feels like a stick has been hit. But this is only the beginning. Then the hand swelled. Incredible itching, plus severe headache. Temperature below 40, chills, sweat cold. It passed in two weeks. For the first three days I thought the horses were moving.

And here I am somehow sitting, sorry, in the village sort. This beauty flies with the size of a finger. And I’m automatically the newspaper – the grandmother! And it falls... in my pants. And there is lost. Fuck it!! I have a shirt in my pants! I remember what I had with my hand... On my feet – officer boots and soldiers caliphs (at the country to walk - better not to come up with). How I got out of that hole, I don’t remember. I felt already barefoot, without pants, I stood in front of the sorter. And in my pants this monster!
He beat his pants with a scarf for fifteen minutes.
I woke up, standing with my naked ass, with my spat on the front, and the stealing voice of my wife from behind:
Dear, why are you doing so?

Strange chemical reactions are taking place in the Russian economy: money is released and... dissolved.

A real professional cook does not burn anything, a real professional cook only cheats.

Niko: the seven complained that there was no room on the C disk, the notebook also started to swallow, and it turned off itself, and decided to disassemble, clean it.. completely removed the cover, the keyboard, wiped, swallowed the dust.. gathered, turned on!) There is 3 GB of free space on the disk.
Shad: the dust you are talking?

From the news "Moscow police officer hospitalized after the bite of a hooligan..." It started, brothers! The Zombie Apocalypse!! to

YY: Throw the people away, our civilization is in the womb.
What will happen in a hundred thousand years?
XX: Islam, sheep and worship of Chinese factories will be-

taken from the forum:
Can you sunbath on a nudist beach in Panama? Not being penalized?
If Panama is on your head, you will not be fined. Panama is forbidden elsewhere.
- and if Panama will hold elsewhere on its own (without the help of hands)?

Yesterday in search of one right number, checked in contact the history of correspondence with his ex-girlfriend, with whom he separated six months ago.
And so it went and broke through the whole story until 2007. Fuck, I felt like I had lived again for five and a half years. Meetings, separations, quarrels and reconciliations
All experiences, all things to the smallest.
And here I sit and think - it's good or bad that such awful personal information is stored for so long on strangers, because he knows where the computers are.

xxx: I zzz writes that in the hospital is lying and "neighbors in the chamber are not ice at all". by Fuck. She is the perfect neighbor in the house.
Maybe they’re hanging up too.
I am angry with the phrase "not ice!"
WOW: If anyone told me that the neighbors are not ice, I would be happy
It is not in the morrow.

Maniana: I am angry with people who give domestic animals wise names, such as to stand out! You, by the way, with your cat Benito Mussolini - one of them!
Recon105: It’s all shit! I was here at a business meeting, so there was a mega-boss during the meeting, held on his arms and smoothed a healthy Persian - this movie-like villain! ))) So during the establishment of contact, he talked to me about cat bacteria that make people feel mimicking and crushing cats... And the cat he calls his so-called - a cat-drug! So don’t touch Ben! 😉

Re by:
The user is not required to know how to configure routers, what it is, how to administer the computer, etc. And you’re already so off-the-go that you offer grandmothers to teach routers to configure.
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Do you have your brains okay, boss of heroes? When for an hour and a half you try to solve the problem of some idiot who doesn’t work, and instead of cooperation you get hysterical, I have two higher education, I don’t have to know where my router is! I don’t have to know – sausage. The provider provides a line, and what happens in the apartment, where the cable has already been held, and what it is connected to, the sapport does not concern.

=== is right Working with people is hard, but it’s part of your responsibility.
You can't deal with any customers - give up and sauce whatever you want.
"If they don’t understand you, maybe you’re foolishly explaining".

Moscow is a terrible city. I am standing somewhere in a small street. The car dopes. It is a continuous flow. Lightforest - well all for them - three minutes for the flow of cars, 10 (!) for the passage of pedestrians. Here we waited, the pedestrians, finally the green light, the cars, of course, stood up. But shit, it has begun! They started signaling as if in each of these cars a person was dying. Even those who were in the front rows and saw the green right in front of their impatient nose. All those ten seconds they signaled, while numerous pedestrians ran across the narrow, fortunately, passing part, as if there were even a portion of unpassed. In Moscow, you are taught that pedestrians sometimes cross the road?

I work in the shell. No is
I cease to be surprised.
stupidity and ignorance. cannot
Find the balloon key, they don't know what
Take the car to the house for 15 minutes.
the minimum. I understand that here
Most of them can, but
Teach this to grandmothers, mothers, and so on.
Sorry for the nerves, theirs and ours.
I am sorry, it is overwhelming. Mechanic and mechanic,
The Gaia.
Z is. Give it up to anyone, lenient.

You know, it all started with the wedding when I wore the ring on the wrong finger.
XXX: Not on that hand
Not for that girl (

She: Where are we going!? to
He: on the road
I don’t see any road here!
If you don’t see it, it doesn’t mean it’s not here.

I’m tired of your look, shabby.
Lips clarified, the fifth iPhone.
I do not want that life,
Where Everyone's Better by Louis Whitton.

I don’t want to work for weeks.
To post on your Instagram,
As we ate sushi for ten thousand,
Let our friends "polaykal" us.

I am tired of these walks.
Where absinthe and tequila river,
I want a simple Russian drink!
Three days to drink.

I want a peeling every day.
Cucumbers for Ivory
We ate with you,
And swimming naked in the pond!

You don’t need me, your fitness and yoga,
To be like a doll,
I want to have much love!
This is what we do!

I never thought I would hear it with my own ears, but now I was walking around the street, writing a message. Behind me goes some dismaled lady, speaks on the phone, and to me is delivered a fragment of the conversation: "Well, maybe go not to Turkey, maybe to Antalya, for example..."

In Moscow, a citizen, you need to earn money, and for this you need to ride and fast, rather than walking on pedestrian crossings.

A joke: the author goes to make money, and in front of him on the transition, the hoys pin one after the other: his elderly parents, his wife with a wheelchair, and his older children, going out of school. Who will we push first, citizen?

to this:
My girlfriend is self-made in terms of the birth of new cult phrases in a way of spontaneous rearrangement of slogans. So from the “Ethical Epithet” came the “Epic Identity”. For a long time this formulation wandered in our circles until it was replaced by a new masterpiece. From "Prache and Thorn" appeared the masterpiece "Prache and Prison"... Pleased Grandfather Freud, short...
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On the street of shame and milk
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Guard in the hostel after the summer vacation:
“Look, you get upset and upset!”