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Do not talk nonsense, electrics do not blow, they remove tension.
c) Arvid

By mistake wearing the nephew the cowards of his mother - blue shorts, cha! In retaliation, my sister teaches my three-year-old daughter to sing "Vladimir Central". PS is an adequate family.

Comments on the article "Residents of Tatarstan felt the underground shock":

NG: We don’t have underground shocks, we don’t have overground shocks. What is it about!! The only bio-push was put on Bauman.

xxx: Give me a driver for my hp scjet 7450 to win8 (and also x64!!!)
yyy: They have this scanner on the site as not supporting W8
That’s the shit of thousands!
Are you really a girl?
XXX: I am not a girl. I am a grandmother 29 years old. I need a driver. by Fuck.

by Pizzo:
You can think of such a camera as a puppy, but when I was in London for the last time and went to the lab to print photos, the laboratory host saw my leake and immediately made me a minet in the backyard. That’s not a pity to pay 2450 euros for it."

Spare this to horses who haven’t watched Eurotour!

and panic:
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In this Dawn:
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I sit on the throne (in the toilet).
Mother of Glory?! to
I : A?! to
Mom: Well then all...

The Penguin...
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Idiot, your mother is also a man, maybe she wanted to fuck up... And you, mla, on the throne! King of Ping, you know.
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You won’t believe it, but it really plays. How many times has it been like this. No, the mother does not want to go to the toilet, she just knocks and asks "you are here?", receiving a response, calms down. Once asked why, she replied “how, there was a son and suddenly there wasn’t.” Mothers take care of us.

by 111
Your old photos are new.
by 222
Aha has seen. Even large, elastic breasts cannot compensate for her stupidity.
by 111
Did you spy on her?
by 222
She was sick and she couldn’t.
by 111
I would sit in the ass.
by 222
I am an intelligent man. I first work on the classic scheme, and then go to the non-traditional options.
by 111
you smash so with the grandmothers do not bind, or you will move to unconventional... variants
by 222
Therefore, in order not to bind with the grandmothers, you can not engage in anal sex)))
by 222
What can succeed. The ass of everyone is single, and the relationship with a man is easier to build on any. They fought, fought, took vodka, buchanuli, reconciled and again husband and wife. And I fought with my grandmother and guess what she was upset ?

I saw an Apollo Advertising in the newspaper. large written "smoking kills" and slightly smaller "quality guaranteed"

Judging by my dreams, for breakfast, lunch and dinner I eat all sorts of psychotropic substances.

He received vacancies, part of the amount was issued in ruble notes. A solid package of banknotes. And the whole day was crazy (then the 1s server lies, then the users handshake) generally tired for the day. In the evening I go home, dropped my eyes (not very carefully and the tears came out), without wiping my face I go on. I decided to count off a little money from the "cottlet" and in the process of counting I wiped out the "sleep". The next thing I saw was the face of the director who saw a server administrator crying over a bunch of money.

If a spoon falls from the table, a woman will come. The knife is a man. What if the villain?
A tenacle monster!! to

Listened to Zhvanetsky - on duty in the country for 2004. He told how in his youth he returned home to Odessa, after his year was not at home in connection with the move to Leningrad and his mother told him that the military committee was very looking for him all this time, she was beaten as she could. He went to the commissariat and then held a conversation with the commissary:
Oh he appeared! If the war begins, where do you look for it?
You start and I come in.

Nina: Ilya, do you remember the sequence of assembly of the rack (Ikea) to be comfortable?
I: I don't remember what
I: but everything I had Ikea I collected strictly according to the instructions and everything was OK
Nina: ups, precision - instructions

The fire broke yesterday.
He puts on the shelf figures of cats: "This is a cat dad, this is a cat mom, this is their son...
Here he sees Captain Shock from "Dissolved Space" (I blinded from plasticine for nothing to do).
It is their adopted son, taken from the child’s home!

The Automotive Forum
Aaa: Broken my beautiful man, of course not in the hole, but I don’t want to repair it anymore...
2008 year, the owner one, black, after frontal impact, engine and controller whole, doors also whole...
bbb: The race of the host was not required to indicate, and the price and photos would not bother.

After a house party, a group of men face an apocalypse.

Today I went to Sberbank - urgently need to withdraw cash. ATMs work 24 hours - there is a fat plaque on this. On the deck and in the tambour of the ATMs is suspiciously a lot of people. It turns out – the ATMs are closed, the guard half an hour ago said that in 15 minutes it will open. We stand waiting. There are employees in the bank’s premises, there is no one in the ATM sector. knocking in the glass. Approaches on the other side of the lady - and on the question "when will the ATMs open?" answers "click the button" (this is to get out) - we are friendly to start roasting. After five minutes, a guard comes, opens the ATM and proudly says that from eight to nine at all is the prevention of ATMs. I tell him, so you should at least hang an announcement about it so that the people do not break. To which he answers elegantly: "Nobody should know about this!", "The whole crowd begins to roar for the second time and reason that we, anyway, will not tell anyone about it, the guard goes offended... This is the Sberbank I wanted.
Yes, the guard was quite polite, the aunt, who thought we could not all get out and didn't know that we need to press a button for this, sincerely wanted to help us, just the system itself remained the same - the sberkassa - she is the sberkassa.

Sometimes you want to create a VKontakte guy with the name Military Command and put him status "In active search".

XX: When I was a kid, my father and I often went to our garages. There was such a garage male brotherhood. In more or less good weather, many garage owners pushed their garments out on the street, and immediately around them were formed various circles of interests - someone gathered a consilium of experienced drivers, trying to make a small repair of the engine on their own, someone demonstrated a new car, opening the hood and turning off the engine for those who wanted to admire it, someone simply drank a little bit, laying a snack on the trunk and gathered around themselves like-minded people...

For a few years I have not had the feeling that I now live in garages.

Is the safety technique running? The road runs along the road. I’m bypassing a train that is desperately signaling. I think it’s a bad bicycle (there were precedents)! But! A half-kilometer further I see the guys from the Ukrainian railway trimmers cutting grass on the track. Naturally in the headphones (TB!!!) Good to be warned!