Once, a real Buryat woman bought a similar son (aged five) a seal in a cup of waffle. After receiving the ice cream, the beetle gave it to his son and began to pay for it.
The son immediately stuck the ice cream in his mouth as much as he could (entry, about half). The son is standing, the ice cream is ripping out of his mouth, and it is no longer possible! The child stood with his fist spread out until his mother noticed this ugliness.
Instead of simply pulling the ice cream out of a child’s mouth, the cane begins to force the ice cream further! Slowly, with knowledge of the matter.
About a minute later, hiding like a stinged ice cream in the mouth. And loosing his mouth, the small, astonished by such a bass spoke:

by BL@! It is cold!

The case was in Reutov.Night.How we got there with a friend is a separate story.
We sit and wait in the car, the time is near.
Then a drunk man approaches us and says the same word: “Armenians!” and silences.We naturally wait for the continuation, we wait a long time.
The man’s answer was worthy:"What is it?Do they fuck here?and "

xxx: here is a shorter computer next to my grandmother’s TV. Something telecast is not included. Grandfather approaches looking, says "This is probably a computer virus in it"
YYY :D
XXX - How is it?
He is, by radiation.
And what did he do?
Bite all the wires inside.

Do you argue that you don’t eat chocolate in a minute?
YYY: I will not. I know the abilities of my body. I can bet with you that no man will be able at the moment of orgasm to say a word out of two slogans with the emphasis on the first slog. For example, the word "Vasya"
XXX: I can do it! We argue!
xxx is offline

Posts about tea on leprosy

FromHell: I carry tea bags with me, or suddenly the money left for tea, the waitress runs on drugs. I give them lipton bags.

Fuck, it’s not a fly... it’s the fucking Duncad McLaud... Fuck the fool is immortal!

We drive by car past the building of Lukoil on Pisty Prudy. The brother asks: "Interestingly, and why are they not oil in the fountain?"

xxx: I removed the gips, now you can crack into the dota)))

Zzzz: the hands are straight?

xxx: translate to Russian outlet, please
yyy: "Go out"

xxx: My name is the cock, the gold frog. And you?
YYY: I’ve had enough of you being a cock.

The people:
Funny that in one of the forms if served in the army then asked to write the unit number, the name of the commander and the tasks performed.
Half-Pendosov immigration officials were shunned.

Interesting if someone wrote anything like: RWSN, the operator, the targets of Montreal and Toronto.

I went here to a therapist with a temperature of 39:
Therapist: Maybe the type of incubator, should help...
I: Well let’s go.
I will come in a few days to write out.
Q: How is the temperature?
I didn’t get up after the injection.
T : Oh! You see how well it went, and then yesterday the girl got an injection, so she almost died...
O_O

There was a funny case in my life: I was delayed to give my daughter to school in 1st class in a row with the house. She had to take the exam at the same school for doping. After the exam, the parents were invited and announced whose children were graduated. not accepted mine. In addition to various tasks, the children were given such a test - to draw a man. If a man has in his clothes as many pockets as possible of any furniture, then, from the point of view of the American test, that child is developed and his age is high. Naturally, there were children, who after the failure for a whole year trained to draw a man with their pockets. I went to the teacher and asked where my daughter was. She replied that everything was fine, but this test on the man she did not pass. I barely asked the student to show my daughter the r-isonok. And what turned out there? A stick, a stick, a cucumbers, etc., but... between the legs of this man was drawn bolt. I laughed loudly and said to all the adults, Let the first one throw a stone at me who will say that it is not a man. As a result, the daughter was brought to a familiar teacher in a parallel class at her own risk and fear.

Holidays are a time when you can come to work when you want.

Beauty in Turkish
“If you don’t understand what it’s about, it’s about your money.”
(The American Proverb

I have been on holiday in Turkey for a week. The habit of a measured rhythm, I know - what, where and how much to do and I do it, a little more and I will be offended that I am away from home in time swimming in the sea, I get towels, I participate in competitions, I come to lunch in time and I don't get a penny for it.
In the morning, after breakfast, when the whole family goes to the beach, I leave a dollar on my pillow in the room to raise the fighting spirit of the invisible Turkish cleaner. Not to say that it is very inspiring for her, but after the sea, the room always welcomes us with fresh linen on filled beds and so on from day to day. What else to wish...?
But today it happened differently.
My son and I walked on dangerous serpentines at night for an excursion to some Dolman-Hrellman, or Hrelman-Dolman, it was not important, but it was important that a woman remained in the room, who, unlike us, slept well and went for a walk around the city.
Closer to the evening, we, tired and hungry after the tour, climbed to the beach to pick up our mother, and most importantly the keys from the room.
We enter the room and believe nothing. By the color of the suitcase, the room looks like ours, but what is it? Around the various animals are lovingly twisted out of mahogany towels and towels. Here and the fish and... whether the goose or the dinosaur, as if today is a national holiday - the Day of Noah's Ark. Our surprising beds, carefully filled with roses. Flowers are arranged everywhere, and live mixed with those cut out of towels.
Even on my laptop is a plate with water, in which floats the naughty, healthy flower - the germ.
In one word, according to the Turkish concepts - it could have died of such beauty...
The silence was broken by the woman:
It seems to me that the tomb with the body of the deceased has just been taken from here.
We didn’t have time to say goodbye or say goodbye.
Everything possible was laid out in the form of hearts, even our shoes.
Probably, if the invisible cleaner had more time, she would have heated the TV controller on the fire and bend in the shape of a heart.
In the bathroom we were waiting for further inspection. The flowers in the shell were no longer surprised, but toilet paper was so skillfully decorated with barley that using such a beauty for the direct purpose would be the peak of cynicism.
Only our son was happy, and my wife and I thought... if it’s a hidden camera, then it’s unclear why? They came across the fact that the Turkish Minister of Tourism apparently came into our hotel with a check, but the wife immediately ran to the neighbors and found out that everyone had everything as always...
Late in the evening, when we had already accepted that in life there were inexplicable phenomena of nature, the wife suddenly asked:
Strange, I came back from the bazar this morning.
Fifty coins for one piece of paper and I was lazy to open the safe.
I hide the pencil and put it under your pillow. Did you not take...?
P.S

The treasure remained, it was preserved and even increased.
He could be touched by his hands, but he could not be taken away.”
(I. Ilf and E. Petrov)

Most of all, Valentine Matvienko does not like February 14. Too many St. Petersburgers understand the meaning of the phrase too literally:
“Valentina...”

by Katrin (Black's)
There is a signal out of my window for different voices.
by Katrin (Black's)
A female assistant craves her.
by Katrin (Black's)
I feel like I’m in a fool :(

Pavel: you don't know where to get the pathogen for the baby *JOKINGLY*
Vanek: What about money?

I walk near the subway and suddenly I hear from behind:
I will go to the bathroom at 9 a.m.
I turn around, I think, fuck for a short time!
I see: a guy in camouflage goes to the cabins, and his girlfriend holds a long hood in his hands. I realized that he was a strike player. The toilet was on the left.

Have you already chosen your specialty?
yyy: I think pathologist or neurosurgeon
XXX: O_o tough
xxx: the first people crumble, and the second I-your brain-hole-wrapped :-D