The shops of accessibility are lovely.
Today, you could see two unforcedly purchasing men in five-foot shoes and shirt coats.
Thank you, not without...

stevejobs: a train ticket bought in the Internet Explorer browser via the megaphone internet card of the Sberbank with delivery by the Russian Post opens the door to hell

Pirate does not catch guests

I work in the area of the far north in a well-known oil company, the people there are mostly creative, here is the first story about observation.
At one oil industry in the service of the CIP worked three people. Two old zombies for fifty years worked at night, and a young man who worked by day for twenty-four years, let us call him Tychon, with a gentle appearance and a good-hearted character, quick and cheerful. In the summer, the dirt in our fisheries is not light, because everyone walks in rubber boots. Therefore, a two-hundred-liter barrel is taken, no matter whether it is plastic or steamed.It (the barrel) is cut from the bottom of 30-40 centimeters and turns out as if it were a barrel, we call them half-barrels, (although this is probably a square), then this pelvis is installed near the entrance to all rooms and bars, water is poured into it and everyone who wants to enter the room pre-places one leg in this improvised washer, rinks the boots, sweat the second leg similarly, and goes in so that dirt does not carry. Thus, Tychon always flew to this corner from the run, then jumped and two of his legs with splashes got into the center then with ritual outcry jumped several times in the water, and then with one jump left this vessel.
At night, during their shift, they removed the half, took the whole barrel, cut off only the top of it and buried it in the ground, so that it would look like a half. Shed water...
The morning. Tikhon cleaned his clutches, went out on the street, looked at the harsh northern sky, funly ran away and jumped into this barrel... falling on the buttocks into the water and drowning the cellphone.
At this time, two of his colleagues with lead brains stood by the window with cigarettes in their teeth and watched this wonderful picture.
In general, for the sake of two seconds of pleasure, the guys dug the frozen soil all night.
PS: It’s been crazy for a week until a new story happened.

What stories did your parents usually read to you before going to bed?
You graduate from college and then earn a lot of money.

Mikhail: Well, the architecture turned out to be expandable (costles) and stable (errors appear constantly)

P.S As a judge, I know what I am writing about. Do you think we are not people?

You sage Khodorkovsky, Navalny, the Pussy and the Mountaineers, you let go of the Capks, the Ments and the Deputies – no, not people.

The Middle Ages.

of Russia. The beginning of the eighteenth century was a turbulent time.

In one small town, the inhabitants believed the man who screamed that he was a Tsarevich. We went on a journey to Moscow, but on the way they remembered that many people know this person from childhood, his parents also know him, and he can not be Tsarevich. The self-called man was hanged on the nearest oak and went on his way.

After my dad’s death, I keep my little family...Getting out with a glamorous girlfriend I see that your attention gets to her, so I have nothing left but to humbly go into the shadow.No matter what you have written so emotionally, you will still cling to bright butterflies and then produce such posts. And I will still pull heavy bags out of the store and dream of a man in the house. This is the case with the big letter.
– – – – –
Dear girl, you would at least leave contact information. I am tired of living only for myself. 218 404 217

I’m talking now with a client about the advantages of a two-camera registrator:
You can also turn to the side of the hoist if necessary.
It is better to turn the machine gun out!

That's before the processors did with the legs and they like me more, they're convenient to shave the beard.

There is an infinite number of variables in the operation.
The first approaches the controller and says:
I have 320 kilobytes.
The controller discloses. Suitable for the second:
I have 160 kilobytes.
The controller gives. The Third:
I have 80 KB.
Controller: "Everything, we’ve got it, there’s 640 kB at all and don’t fuck it".

That controller was Bill Gates.

This is what - the computer worker is ringing and crying: on the English layout it is necessary to write in Russian letters "Caracatica smelled eight-legged";

After all, we have had a pioneer grandfather who slayed a musician, a deceiver humiliates the stallion, a constant addict modeled a sevryugu, a pedestrian barsucks a pilgrim, a light alchemy crushes a virus. and etc. But I got it – the knot of the dancer embraces the puppy!

He left the house to a stop (near the cemetery), forgot to turn off the wi-fi on his phone. And then, the notification, available network, I open, the network is called "Come to us". I’m afraid to connect, suddenly they’ll get up and hang up with me.

I have a friend who I regularly give a cigarette, then money for food. Here I go to work, I see a friend, I have prepared a cigarette for him and I am going to give him, he stops me climbing into my pocket and gets a pack of banknotes of 50 rubles each and stretches me one. I thought about myself how long I lived that I had to give money.)))

From the postgraduate blog:

Cyridwen: We had 2 annual grants, 75 subjects, 500 people in the control group, half-worked methodology and a whole bunch of literary data in different languages, as well as tequila, rum, a beer box, pure ester pinta and amylitrit. Not that it would be a necessary reserve for a dissertation study. But once you start doing scientific work, it becomes difficult to stop. The only thing I was worried about was VAC. There is nothing more helpless, irresponsible and corrupt than VAKOV publications. I knew that sooner or later we would get into that shit.

BTR-82 is landing in a parachute mode.
YYY is disembarking. But only once - he is very upset in the process.

Kira: Give up, our philosophy lesson in the drink is gone! The new one will come today.
Christo: Philosophy and alcohol - concepts inseparable ;)

One day I ate strawberries. But the strawberries were rotten, and the cream was of some strange color and taste. After this gastronomic experience, I didn’t get out of the toilet for a week, after which I vowed never to eat strawberries with cream. I hate these products with all my heart. When I see somebody eating them, I don’t think it can be damn delicious because I’ve eaten a spoiled strawberry with cream.
What a nonsense, right?
But this is how all your posts look on the topic "All men/women are goats/wives!".

Don’t look there, there’s dust.
I am looking at the mould.