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The habit of killing mosquitoes has grown. You need to lie down and sleep in order to master what you have learned.
...
You can’t sleep when your enemies are around.

xxx and yyy simple Odessa programmers, yyy went to work in Kiev, rents a house and lives alone

Are you cooking yourself or eating somewhere?
XXX: or the ugly semi-fabricate cheese?
YYY: Same
Not just eating potatoes every day.
I also have soups different from chicken/chicken/pork and borscht and salvia, and vegetable ragu, and pasta and rice, and sometimes I bake myself with blenders with honey or spaghetti (varenje also twisted, raspberry peach and apricot), this is the way)
XXX is fucking
Please get married to me.)

In the ASE:
xxxxxxxxxxx:
What kind of flowers does Natalia love?
YYYY :
Coals

It is said that for the first celebration on February 23, Anka gave Chapaev and Petka wreaths and a dangerous shave. And it began...

The Prehistory. The boy has moved to live and work in another city, lives in a community.
Is it better not to eat? 7 days in the refrigerator.
Cook them well on both sides and eat them.
Is it possible in the microwave?
I : No! The fire. You are able.
You need to buy this oil. And the bowl...

XXX: "Internet Explorer recognised as the safest browser"
YYY: Because no one uses them.)

We have the "sucks that blow", employees wishing to enjoy the benefits of civilization in the form of an air conditioner, solemnly handed over a hat and a cloth.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
Dad has a new car, and he was psychotic that something was grimping. I went back to the salon today and raised everyone on my ears.
In the service disassembled almost the entire panel, nothing was found. It turns out that my mom put her glasses inside and they grumbled, they got them and the silence...

Women may not be allowed to work during critical days
I wonder what a man suggested.
I guess they got it these days.

An employee came into the office, opened her laptop and asked:
Where can you access the internet?

What was the name of the fallen angel of light?
The photon?

L is

1: The movie is becoming much more dynamic and the fast movements at 25 frames look very blurred.
2: By the way, yes. Once I took an hourly horror film, scrolled it from 100k/s, it was a very dynamic 15min comedy.

News in the group vk: "In Nikolaev pedophiles beat the activist of the movement «Occupy-Pedophile»"

First comment: is it good or bad?

I was sitting with my wife in the cafe yesterday. The conversation took place on the topic of the school program on literature, remembered Mayakovsky
I do not think of Mayakovsky as a lyric.
He has great poems, he has great poems.
Yes, I do not argue. "Letters to Lily" I like it very much. But most of what he himself (and many with him) believed was poetry, it was not.
“Well, Skrillex, and many with him, now consider Dabbstep music.
Hm... the shower.

by Artem (16:15) :
I now realized how much shit I had to do... I tried to find something to do and nothing to do.

Extrimmer: Go to the monks
KXO: No Nafig
Quitting sex for the sake of...
KXO: to fuck what!? to

Bobbyray: CUM - a store for those who do not issue a passport

Talk about playing in the evening after working on the network in alpha island with a guy and his friend.
I wrote to a friend, can he?
by : AHA
He will be released at nine.
I: Is it working?
Boy: No, until 9 he plays in tanks )))

I understood everything! This is just a month of July!!! to

When I served in the army, here in Germany, we had one funny case. In our room we "lived" four. Two double-layered, iron, rather narrow beds. One of them is right on the left of the entrance door, somewhere in a half-meter. On the upper floor always slept one boy, never stood out, was calm. Then one of the men decided to make a joke about him.
The case was tonight. The boy, after the fight, fell to himself on a loaf and slept peacefully. Everything continued as planned.

A knock on the door. One of us approaches the door, opens it, gets a kick in the stomach and flies almost two meters back. Pašnishka on the upper layer opens her eyes and sees that in the door there is a man in Russian camouflage of the special forces, with a mask on his head, in his hands a calash with a hook. Two dry clicks and my co-worker and I fall from the chairs. Instead of shrinking from fear, the boy grabs one hand and one leg behind the bed frame, and the other sharply pushes away from the wall, throwing the bed on the "special forces". The result is a week of hospital and three cracked ribs. We didn’t joke about him anymore.