XXX: I am killed in this respect by the Roman numeration.
yyy: Roman numbers full atas
xxx: had to be seven feet in the forehead what to subtract and fold
yyy: Non-positional numbering systems in general
xxx: in ancient Rome in Aasan was probably robbed constantly
YYY: And fighting on the forums
XXX is by itself.

I still have a state I want sex, I like this shit and I eat)))
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female godmother

xxx: I found in the web a recipe for eggs-pashoot :) almost like my own :)
XXX: Meaning of my prepared
XXX: the chicken I cooked yesterday.

And here I was... Everyone was lying!
The curtain.

My parents were in the village. The oldest son was walking some mysterious thing in the morning. He goes out on the street - then on the rocks, past us, hiding, passes to the second floor. And he goes away again, the mysterious dolce. And so all day. By evening it was like he sat at the table, ate, slept. I then remembered the housework, went to remove old children's things. I go up and open the warehouse. The bet is on me!! and alive!! Sorry, I barely kept the bricks in place. Start breathing and catching the air with your mouth.
It turns out that it decided to gather a lot of cats. Very much - the good in the village is like dirt, at every step they spin under their feet. Well, I went and collected, then put it in the warehouse and put it in a bunch. And they were silent. But when I opened the door in the narrow room of the warehouse, the cats took on free bread!
I remembered my name a long time later.

I go to work in the morning on the bus. People are getting more and more with every stop. We approach the next stop, the doors open, the people begin to plunge into the bus salon. tk. In the middle of the bus it was no longer shaken, the conductor resorted to a favorite method: to run from one door to another. Finally, the doors closed, the bus touched, and a desperate female scream came from the stop: “Gene, stand up!” The bus only got speed. I have never seen such joy :)

To my child the most severe harm is the information about the living of the children (and wife) of Astakhov in his own villa on the Azure Beach. The civil servant is...your mother.
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That is why they are trying to restrict access to this information.
Otherwise, apartments in Miami, children in Switzerland, etc.
And what the children of porn will see, and who there is interested in our children...

From the hub to the news about the flexible "electronic skin", which can "feel" touch, determine temperature and humidity:
"Natyan on the Terminator — we know these scientists!"

Worse than a chief who considers his subordinates to be rabbits with a battery inside, can only be a narrow-language chief who believes that his subordinates have a telepath in their heads.

Discussion in the community of the question "How many sides and ribs has the ball? Zero or Infinity"

Of course, an infinite number of ribs. The ribs pass through two points on the surface of the ball at an infinitely small distance from each other. Any arbitrary point on the surface of the ball will belong to both the rib and the border, and will also be one of an infinite number of peaks.

This is yes. And the edges of any cube are covered with an infinite number of infinitely small balls, rabbits and buses.

1 to Hello!
Write down what happened when you restored the mail server.

We took 2 screws of 2TB, one outer on 2TB, two drums, a kilo of dried fish, the shirt of the great shaman from Yakutia, the distribution of Win sprinkled with the blood of the virgin goats from the Kaluga region and the prayer book of the great Google. Coming to the place, they began to combine all this in different ways, call to spirits and perform ritual dances. By 6 a.m. everything worked.

I work on the delivery of things purchased in the online store
A 30-year-old woman said she didn’t need them anymore.
I ordered condoms, grit "flown out"))
I’m going to take the 10 😉

Announcement of a vacancy in the light of the new law: a company with a Slavic team requires an employee with 1-4 breast size, who received a school certificate for before 1995 and not later than 2010.

The honest official today is not the one who does not steal, but the one who shares.

Marquis-Karabakh

acquaintance
Once I went to visit a friend and saw in him a very beautiful siamese cat, white-smoky, with a dark mouth and legs. Now I know that she was definitely not of the Siamese breed, those short-haired and with large ears, but then all cats of this color were implicitly considered Siamese. Most importantly, she was very beautiful, I wanted the same one, I got in a row for a cat and after six months I got it. It was a pure little angel, white with a shimmering Siamese colour, with blue eyes shining in the darkness with bright malin light, with an open and naive expression on the mouth. We called him Marquis. I lived with him for several months, he was already starting to go out on his own (precision for animal defenders - at the time in Guriev, in Kazakhstan, where I lived at the time, all the cats went out to walk out on the street, I did not know the exceptions). We lived on the third floor of an ordinary five-storey, underneath us lived a healthy red cat. He often waited on the master’s staircase, and when the Marquis tried to go down, he did not let him. Then I was taken into the army.

Meeting after separation
When I returned from the army, the Marquis greeted me unwelcome. When I entered the apartment, he came to meet me with some silent but wicked whisper, like a dog. Mother quickly reassured him, “Marquis, it’s yours, don’t touch it, go away from here.” Then I was told that the cat grew up to be a real bandit. He had already ripped off the trousers of a neighbor who had been careless to come in. When the Marquis sat at the door waiting for someone to come, the passers were afraid even to get a meter closer, he began to crawl and throw. I looked at a small, compact, very beautiful cat and couldn’t believe it.
I woke up late in the morning, we were left alone in the apartment with the cat. It was hot, I was walking around the house in one... now it would be called shorts... to put it simply - in cowards. I wanted to chew the cat, I quickly picked it up on my arms and put it on my knees. The cat was light, kilogram three - four from strength. I started licking him. The first time I held my hand on a silk wool, the cat slightly bended his head and squeezed his ears. The second time, he turned his head unhappy, looked at me and got squeezed. For the third time he turned and slightly grabbed his hand with his legs with slightly loosened nails, preventing me from chewing. But you will not stop this! I pulled out my hand and swallowed him for the fourth time. And then he grabbed his hand with his nails and quite painfully, but not to the blood, bit her. I grabbed the cat with two hands and dropped it three meters to the floor. Any other cat would immediately run away and hide. But, as it turns out, I still didn’t know my Marquis very well. He landed on all four of his legs, turned and slowly walked towards me. His eyes burned with the same raspberry light, but he didn't look like the lamp he had when he was a child. Feeling uncomfortable, I got up from the chair. And then the cat jumped straight on her foot and began to beat her nails. I threw him off the leg, but he immediately jumped on the second.
In the middle of the room was a new bath, prepared for replacement. I had to escape, not thinking long, I jumped into it. The cat did not jump in the trail, he walked around her and was completely dog-like. And I stood in the bathroom in the middle of the room, blood flowed on my feet, there was nothing under my hands, and waited for him to calm down. I, the commander of a division of sixteen men in the most terrible troops, was shamefully hiding in the bath from my own cat, which I brought! My revenge will be terrible. I pulled my foot out of the bathroom. The cat went in that direction. No, maybe vengeance will wait, we will stand in the bathroom a little longer, let him calm down. And let the blood dry, it is easier to clean it from the bath than from the carpet.
Two weeks later, I was the object of all my friends’ jokes:
“Strangely, I’ve always thought that women scratch their back with their nails, and you have scratches on your legs.”
“Who is it that you hit so hard that you couldn’t even hold your legs?”
“Where did you serve? In the desert? It is noticeable.”
"I was recently given Kamasutra with pictures for a day, so there were no such ways, with my legs."

Reduction of stroke
After I got out of the bathroom and glued the scratches, I wore strong wide pants, took a pair of towels above the floor and went on training. My task was to make sure that the cat could be smoothed. With one hand wrapped in the towel, I caught him, with the other towel quickly wrapped and began to study. I started peeling him as soon as he tried to bite or push out his lap to scratch, getting a light headscarf. It was cruel, I do not argue, but it was not the upbringing of a room dog, but the miraculous humiliation of the combat beast by the surviving victim. The cat turned out to be very stupid, for the second or third time he already understood everything, realized and reconciled. After that, I could calm him down. He pressed his ears, turned around, showing with all his sight how unpleasant it was to him, but he was patient.

As he cries, so will he respond.
One day I walked into the entrance, Marquis jumped out of the basement and went with me into the apartment. On the second floor, I saw a red cat, which I had forgotten for a long time. And then the red man saw Marquis. Immediately and silently he disappeared. I drove Marquis home, and suddenly the fighting began, and the red almost twice as much, and went to see where he went. The Red fell into the furthest corner of the fifth floor and sat there quieter than a mouse, afraid to breathe again. If the door to the roof had been opened, he would probably have hidden there among the pipes.

cats
Marquez and I were sitting at home. Below, right underneath the balcony, a bunch of cats, five or six, gathered together, and they began to mourn each other with disgusting voices. The Marquis heard the screams, jumped out onto the balcony, looked down and immediately ran to me, hinting that he should be released out. I also went to the balcony, looked at it, and decided not to let go. There are a lot of cats, more and more of him in size, still overwhelmed, with his character, he is obviously not there to sing songs. “Sit at home, in general.” Markiz jumped out on the balcony again, looked at it and ran back. He ran to the door and knocked at it, “Open soon!” I was deaf to scream. The Marquis began to rush, he then shake his feet, which was absolutely uncharacteristic to him, then ran to the door and walked from there, calling, then again jumped out onto the balcony and immediately ran back in impatience. With all his appearance he showed, “Master, let go, but the soul is burning!”
I stood firm. Once again, jumping out onto the balcony, he looked at the gunpowder on the bottom and the soul of the poet did not stand: "What is the scream, and there is no fight?" This is an easy-to-do boxer against a bunch of ambals. Or more obviously: Kostiya Zhu drives out the ragged hooligans.
After a few seconds, the pitch was empty, and the Marquis ran to catch the backward ones.

Unchanged ruble
Once I saw that the Marquis was caught by local boys of ten or twelve years old and carried somewhere from the courtyard. It must be added that, in spite of all the cruelty of character, the Marquis never offended children, he allowed them what he would never allow adults. “A child fighter will not hurt.”
I followed them, “Where did you pull my cat, I wonder?” There were virtually no breed cats in Guriev at the time, and Marquis was a very beautiful cat. It turned out that this is not the first time, they have already sold it twice for a ruble, and once for twenty-five rubles! “Uncle, don’t worry, he’ll come back soon!” I feel a bit sorry for those buyers. Well, if he just ran away from them!

Cat and Dog
Marquis was sitting near the entrance and dealing with his own toilet. At this moment he carefully and reluctantly licked his right leg. The surroundings of the default entrance were also considered its territory.
Because of the corner of the house ran out a large, the size of a shepherd, courtyard. When she saw the cat, she cheered joyfully and carried it to him. In her run it read, “Now I am having fun, I’m chasing the cat!”
The cat continued to sit with her back and quietly lick her foot. The dog ran closer and closer, but it was noticeable that she was beginning to fall into a slight confusion. Not only was the cat not going to run away, he didn’t even think of paying attention to her. The dog, still continuing to laugh, but without the previous enthusiasm, slowed the run slightly. And when there were three or four meters left of the cat, the Marquis stopped licking his lap, relaxedly turned his head toward the dog and slightly inclined it. He did not even try to scare the dog, did not spit or bend his back, just with the sight of an aristocrat, hearing the noise in the barracks, looked at the dog. In his posture there was a silent question: “Is there a noise, or did I think?” and the dog immediately slowed down with all four of his legs. She stopped and grabbed her tail. On her mouth and in her posture it was written: “I’m here... I’m walking... I just ran past... don’t worry, don’t worry, I’m leaving...” She passionately wrapped her tail, turned and ran back. Even from behind it was seen as she breathed out relievedly: “Uff... It’s gone!”
The Marquis turned and continued to lick his foot.

Mother of Siberia (c)

If downloading movies would kill the Russian cinema, please tell me, what exactly do I need to download to be sure?

useless_faq, discussion "How to switch keyboard layout"

xxx: the capsule, for example, is convenient, even an indication is there. He is not needed anyway.
YYY: What does it mean not needed?by 7777

Yesterday in the park I saw an unusual picture for today: a couple was sitting in the depths of the park on a bench and they were reading a book. The girl was quietly lying on her knees, and he was reading out loud. They are hard

Comments on the news about a 32-year-old Moscow woman, who said that a real man should give her for pocket expenses at least 560 thousand rubles a month:
Q: Could she go?
Yyy: Close to the feet

Foltsvagen... it’s overwhelming every time.

What is the samba?

Did you have a buffalo in your childhood?