2da=> (22:08:28 2/08/2012)
Almost all the men I know are goats.

Max (22:08:42 2/08/2012)
What did I do?

2da=> (22:09:07 2/08/2012)
I don’t think you are a man.)

I look at my miserable, just received salary, and a new laser color printer and different thoughts are visiting me.

SMS: Money was thrown on the Internet. You have harsh sex with perversions.
Answer: Thank you dear! You have such a scarf :)

XXX: I read the broadcast of the court over Pussy...
Kafka and Pelevin are nervously smoking.

By the way, in the United States, a child in school is forbidden to say that America is waging a war against somebody - this is intolerant, since America does not lead troops, but stretches a hand of help to various peoples of the world.

Comments on one of the games:

CHC: Great, in this game you can suck people on the face, like in real.
nn: " as in real". Do you refer people to their faces?

After a letter to the offended Waengy, all your claims to each other about missed signs of interference or misconception look silly.

Do you know what the old Soviet technology is? This is when you decide to cook an egg on the old plate (you had to roast it).. you break one egg, you take the second, you want to break it, and then you look, the first is completely roasted!! O_O

At work, the employee forgot the password. 5 days ago.

News on the website "Gazeta.ru":
“AutoVAZ” will produce toy cars
The first comment:
"What are they doing now?"

You can scorn Nemtsov anyway, but the idea of transferring officials into domestic cars was most correct.
win_dows And I prefer the transfer of officials to domestic prisons!

In my childhood I learned wisdom from my peer: "Do not try to catch a man on a word, and you will not have to catch his fist," he said and knocked out my tooth. From then on, I either keep silent or beat first. That’s why I have so many friends – me, you and my wife. The last two are you.

My husband is a programmer. I asked to dress the child. Dress of course. Two T-shirts and two cowards. You didn’t say you need to remove something.

Born to crawl are always ready to bite.

Fear of the scene

“The best battle is the one that never happened.”
(The staff)

Late in the evening after work, I went to McDonald’s with my wife.
There is nothing at home anyway.
In front of us are two loving couples, but behind, three characters more interesting - the hopper with twenty years of experience. They look like about thirty, the most uncomfortable age for others.
The elderly are no longer afraid, but in the soul all the same idiots as at 12...

Two in sweaty sports costumes, the third has a white jacket, a thick tattooed bitch, a cap and brushes.
I don’t think that in the ordinary, puppy life, it’s convenient for them to talk to such an overwhelming percentage of matas as in that turn on people.
It was clear that the boys were mourning intentionally loudly and often.
Matt discussed the menu, Matt pleaded, Matt boasted of their tuning loaves. They even answered the question, “What time is it?”
The boys were just looking for nightly adventures and wanted to: either rush, or just stretch away in front of the silent people.
I met with the eyes of my wife who said:
Just keep silent, or nothing good will end.

I myself understood it. If I had not had a wife, I could have...
What then?
Without her, I’t pay any attention to Matt. I did not serve in the army.
But then why does my wife need a husband, if not to protect her always and in everything and in such cases?
Whatever happens, I get into my head.
But where to start?
Do you want to ask for culture not to argue with Matt? It is unlikely to work, and in a bubble shuffle will help.
Start with indignation? Especially the scratch.

The poisoned man in a white jacket standing in front of me will surely not help when I’m beaten with my legs.
Of course, it is most effective to attack the first, then one would definitely be wiped out... But it is also nonsense. Why without a declaration of war?
It was urgent to come up with such words that they had never heard in their lives, and there – how lucky.

I was mentally prepared for the sudden adrenaline movements, hardly coped with the nauseous fear of the scene, time stopped and I said loudly:
Guys, can I ask you one question?
The puppies remarkably revived and set up in the shelter:
What is this?
And the question is simple – I have never in my life maternated before your mothers and wives, by the way, I am not going to do this in the future. So, can I expect you to be no worse than me?

Sherenga looked around, thought about it, and suddenly, the man in the maid turned to my wife and said:
Sorry, we have something...
The other two also apologized with a sharp intonation (they did not know otherwise), and apologized only to my Shura, although there were a lot of women around.

Then they smiled, stretched out my hands and the one in the house said:
There is no base, it is beautifully wrapped. It seemed like the same thing as “beware of the drum,” and it sounded solid.

No more guys mated, so they talked a little bit.

When we were already sitting at the table and pressing hamburgers, a man in a white jacket suddenly approached me and said:
"Sorry, but as you said there, on the street, after what he said, can I count on... and then?
Why is it to you?
Well, maybe I would be useful in such a situation too?

I began to recall those words, but my Shura suddenly entered the conversation and said with a delicate smile:
You will not need it yet. First you need to overcome the fear of the scene, and then learn the role.

Very helpful advice for men.
If your eyes closed soft hands, a lush chest and a swollen belly leaned in the back, and behind it was heard, "Guess who?"...
In any case, answer, “Serega, are you what?” Believe me, it will be better.

A grandmother in the country with a soya friend communicates:
What’s going on with the potatoes! It breaks down, breaking it straight.
It is from the heat, from the drought. The moisture is lacking, and it crumbles.
How does it lack moisture? It rained all summer, and the land was wet.
Well, that’s because of the moisture. Water absorbs and breaks.
Exactly from moisture. What an attack...

Gastello: How can you not desire a goat?

You have strange tastes, I see.

Gastello: You are a fucking fool! Half of the country stumbled.

Old: I don’t know

I have nothing more to say to you...

The Prehistory:
Near the entrance, the grandmothers are usually crowded on the bench, such harmful people do not like them.
They naturally discuss as they should... we get in the car to the house.

Look at the ambulance near the entrance, for whom they came.
(with a stone face) minus one!! to

The technician writes in the general chat:
- My ATM, bad connection, decided to turn over, it became much better...