House of 5 floors. 3 apartments on the floor. 10 of them are small. Accordingly, their t/s on their venues, (who could not raise, leaves on the first floor). Everything goes well and no one is bothered. A wheelchair was stolen. I found. Long beating at the entrance with the words:"You, the fox, the child stole." We would have for one hint to personally raise and drop the wheelchair to the floor. It doesn’t matter if you work or not. With the village three zones, therefore, the concepts correspond.
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Here we have already spoken of children as an indulgence from all sins, and I will probably agree. Covering a child is the last thing. Your child does not give you any right to block public spaces. You have your own apartment for your personal things. I had to drag a new couch to my fifth floor, which could hardly fit into the stairs and with sin spread halfway between the floors. What would I do with him at your house? Should I still play Tetris with your wheelchairs?

I cry to a friend that the former, with whom a lot has been experienced and experienced, has married.
I was sure he would die alone and unhappy without me :(
He could still die unhappy.

xxx: *link to picture: a packet of pasta is wrapped with an action scotch to a bottle of cola*
Tagged with: facepalm
WOW: Even though my father once cooked pasta in beer
WOW: He says that a rare schizze succeeded.
XHH: Why is it?? to
I wanted meat in red wine, but there was no meat and wine.

A modest question? Take a shower in the morning
Also with soap?
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and nothing. And... should?

Don’t raise your children, they will still be like you, raise yourself.

The worst thing in our society is educated. He always remembers the neighbors, and himself silences the sound of the TV at 11 p.m. (and the neighbors-niphiga), he parks away, so that no one is disturbed (and a colleague - almost in the office), meeting a friend, he will automatically retreat to the side, (and a million aunts - there and talk, where he suffered)...he suffers, because he always remembers that other people nearby...You want such a fate to your child? Modern parents want their children to be greedy, greedy, greedy and selfish. Then they will be very good and just live. Piranhas are not polite ones to you.

I wanted to say "Py..sh!", but I’ll ask "Why?

Certainly someone has already said, but it was born - "There is no such abomination and wickedness in life that could not be justified by children, religion or patriotism."

> With the village three zones, therefore, the concepts correspond.

What you have in the village, joke. And do not go to normal people with their zone concepts.

My daughter cries loudly:
I broke the server patch.
Shut up, Don’t Cry:
We will reject this patch.

"Yes, yes, I have been choked. Although I forced the neighbor to even clean the wheelchair from the entrance to the apartment, because this scattered the whole site. Also at first tried to upset, had to hint that it could happen to her in an unprotected entrance. Now you can go free"
That you should have four children and keep all four wheelchairs at home. The weather is worse. to be dirty. And neighbors such that they can get rid of these wheelchairs if they are left in the corridor...
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Your children are your problems. Everything was right the man did, because they tried to give children for indulgence from all sins. Born yourself = yourself with them and fight, do not create problems to others.

This smart man:
">>>>In general, I do not complain about life, I am not going to Moscow.)))
1) not in general, but in general xD"

Either in general or in general. Why be wise if you don’t know? 😉

Admin stole the food.
- You probably took him from the street, and they are, of course, not taught there - neither to the pot, nor to the feed.

and aggressive:

This is one of the most important things in the world.
Do not insist on progress, stinking misery. Progress has given nicotine patches, snus and almost odorless electronic cigarettes. And those who smoke regular tobacco should die from lung cancer. Better sooner.
This is one of the most important things in the world.

There is a poem about you:

In the name of happiness and good
Kill them all - start with yourself!

You probably didn’t have a heavy cold enough, especially since there are others who don’t wear bags. And then you will definitely not carry your socks in your pockets. In the bag, it’s bad to put it all together.
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I greet you, resident of the reserve, in guests in our mad world. Meet me, this is a plastic bag! It can be folded all kinds of shit, for example, bus tickets, apple strawberries, paper clothes with slugs. You can spit gum or slice from seeds. It does not pass through fluids or smells. When the urna is on your way - all this can be thrown into it directly in the bag, and under the next portion of the slice and spool to get out of the bag another bag. They are cheap, it is true.

That you should have four children and keep all four wheelchairs at home. The weather is worse. to be dirty. And neighbors such that they can get rid of these wheelchairs if they are left in the corridor...
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Note that these wheelchairs, fencing the staircase, violate fire safety and when evacuated such "comfort of a lazy parent" can cost lives not only too understanding neighbors, but also the oneself with children.

With the LOR'a, about the long-term status assignment to the Linux kernel version 3.14:
xxx: will release minor releases until the number fits the whole number of pi?

xxx: gave to FMC a voucher with the inscription "double click can fix this text"
avlmrsn: a double click here can no longer fix anything, God, burn!

The 3rd of July is GIBD Day.
It seems to me that the root of this phrase is money.)

Well, once this was the subject of the shine-front, so I will tell you.

My grandfather was called in 1938. sent to the Far East. Hallinggol and all this has been experienced fully. The first injury was received...
Then the Finnish began. transferred there. And now it is home, and here it has begun.
My grandfather didn’t like to remember the war, he didn’t love it at all. Remember the movie “Four Tankers and the Dog.” One summer in 198, he knows what year I spent all summer with my grandparents. And this movie just went. As soon as he started, the grandfather through his teeth roared and went to smoke on the bench, apparently he didn’t want to shake his memory. I will never forget how he said, “A fairy tale is all this, war is not that.” And I am. A film about war is like all the children in the houses. Well remember each cartoon for a week ahead with a pencil rounded, because showed the box only 2 channels and everyone knew when the cartoon, and when the movie about the war. This is an event.
I tried to ask him a few times, but he just cried out.
But once it broke. I sat and sucked. Every word, every breath,
In 1942, near Stalingrad, he heard that part No____ is fighting nearby, and according to letters he was receiving letters from this part from his brother, whom he had not seen for 4 years, and this part is under the side. He went to the commander - so he said and so, his brother there in the neighboring barracks. The commander thought and said to him, I will let you go, but you will not return. Stalingrad is such a cave of death, few have come out of it.
About the home and the mother, and the funeral for the father already... The choice he made, but do not judge him - did not go. Then came my brother’s funeral.
He also recalled as he retreated at 41. He was then a sappar at the artillery regiment. Sleep was lacking. I slept wherever I could, and often when moving on the anti-dysfunctional glands moved together (forgive me the gunmen, I don't know the name). If it falls out, it means death under the wheels of the gun. But when it stopped anyone if you haven’t slept for a day. Here he fell asleep. and fell out. But survived. He slept on the road until a motor woke him up. Sprosonoku joined the column and went with them to the east. He just said something wrong. Looking around, he stood by his foot to the frictions. They’re the same people, they’re chasing us on foot. Quietly in the darkness he drove and pursued his own. In two days. How he was shot, I don’t know.
And out of the boiler managed to fall, under Leningrad was the case. Where 2 strike army under the leadership of Vlasov got into the boiler. There almost died of hunger, on the swamp of trees, the bark was starved, but he was saved by Gata, so called his countryman, who shared with him with the last shredded piece of bread, which he held at the NZ TWO YEARS.
The grandfather arrived in Poland, and there were further injuries and injuries. I returned at 45 and was convulsively angry with 6 children, including my mother. I remembered him smoking at the doorstep - neither teeth nor hair...
He died in May 1991 – a few months before the collapse of the Union... He was the last of the surviving veterans of that war in the village of Old Casilino of the Arsk district of the Republic of Tatarstan. Mr. Babu, thank you very much.