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I should have been born 300 years ago.My romantic nature is not in fashion now.
WOWU
300 years ago you would be either a prostitute or the wife of an old impotent... no hygiene, no tampons, no shower, no cosmetics except beets-carrots-sage, no contraceptives (!!!) No, rub into the pot, wipe your finger, laundry machines and laundry powder no, no cowards and leeches, go to church like work, fuck without asking what you think, female orgasm is still 250 years old as a myth.! to
WOWU
And YES, YES, 300 years ago, the Inquisition of the Beautiful Babes generally easily roasted on fireplaces.
WOWU
It stood...

From Picaboo:
What is surprising, many do not have the slightest plan for the future life, but almost all have a clear plan for the zombie apocalypse.

The U.S. citizen, who began hearing problems after attending a concert of Canadian singer Justin Bieber, filed a lawsuit against him demanding compensation of $9.23 million.

This is, in my opinion, the most accurate characteristic of his extortion, which does not require censorship)) he-he))

The Women’s Forum. There was a man on the subject of busts.
XXX: Less than the second size is not a breast at all, it is a swelling of an unknown purpose.
YYY: Their breasts are not like that! You hit the girls in the head of all kinds of nonsense, and they are then tormented with complexes, buy underwear with a blanket, and go for surgery. Yes the girls! Do not listen to fools. And those who have had the time to brainwash, and who is embarrassed of their breasts, poses, etc., I strongly advise to go to any gay site, and look at photos of amateur guys. How proudly they demonstrate their thin or, on the contrary, thin-thin white bodies, as they exhibit their pitchers, even the smallest, the most terrifying and curved! No complexes, complete satisfaction with yourself and your complex. We have to learn and learn from them!

Something does not work for me.
Here is a patch.

"Greenpeace protests against the use of natural numbers in industry"

Citizen: fuck, came to meet the girl's parents, it turned out: with her father in the world of tanks I play longer than I know the girl. Not only that, but her mother is a barber who has cut her hair a few times in the last few years. I have all been married.

Are you busy tonight?
No is! What shall we do?)
I will not say :D
So just hint! Are there letters C, E, K, C?
Noah... yes!
I understood, I understood, Sennocos

A colleague said:

His wife regretted his long-time unmarried girlfriend. A type of no private life in the poor, you need to share with the man. Go, he says, the light has broken, look.
has arrived. Light all in the penny, cognac and all the things.
I go back, he says, home at night, and the faithful with the echoes asks.
"Now what?"
"What, чо... Hold five hundred."
"She paid you for it?!? You are Achilles!and "
"What should I do for free?and "
The light, he said, did not call afterwards.

Comment to the news:"Created drive with a storage period of data 10 million years"
Guarantee 2 years!! to

from JJ:

This summer, for the balcony surrounding the office of our CEO, we ordered containers with elegant, geometric tuis from the florist company. But something in the florist company with the care of these magnificent plants did not go well, and today I saw with horror that the tuis suddenly shattered and was about to bend.
Since everything that relates to the CEO in our company acquires a special status of importance and urgency, I immediately settled to write a letter to the florist company. In the letter I decided to use the most terrible and significant expressions.

But since today, Friday the thirteenth, a letter with the following soul-breaking subject was sent to the florist company.
"Please take action immediately! Next to our CEO Yellow and Dry Hui"

He loved his neighbor for his distance.

The story of a water builder about grandmother.

In 2000, we had a small company for the production and placement of pavement tiles.
And here is another object, small, for three days of work. Workers/tools/materials were brought, they began to forge there. The next day they call – the tiles are missing.
How is it missing?
Everyone – and the building manager, and I, and the warehouses are completely confused. They were sent out and taken away with a small amount of money.
They sent them more.
History repeats in the morning.
The misunderstanding grows into a light offhinence. The workers themselves are trying it - the meaning of zero, they are interested in doing everything at a pace and getting money.
In general, they began to sin on the local alkashi, although two questions remained unclear - how to drag and where afterwards. Unfortunately, the bottles can’t be changed...
In general, we consulted and decided to arrange a seat, or we won't finish it in two weeks. He sat down with a beer in the bar and waited.
When the “enemy” appeared, our ofogenesis reached the stupor.
The grandmother of God, with its own size slightly larger than the real, crossed through the fence and began to spit the tiles in two "Chelnokov" balls. Then I went back with the balls!! She was very excited about where she came from.
When the stupor passed, we got up from the bench and went to recalculate the shortage, the stupor grew into a paralysis of the voices - the grandmother fired 36 tiles!!! to
Calculate for yourself – 3.5 kg each.

by p.s In the early twentieth century, the most popular life questions were “What to do?” and “Who’s to blame?” In our century there are others. “How?” and “Nafiga?”

When I eat, I am deaf and dumb. When I drink, I’m more communicative.

Yesterday, for the first time in practice, I realized the practical benefit of the increased hairiness of my own feet, when, sitting on the toilet, for a few minutes with enthusiasm observed how the mosquito, a disgusting bloodthirsty, confused in the wool, in vain trying to get to the craved meat.

Zed: I’m also ready with any very beautiful girl right in bed!
Zed: or while you talk - all desire disappears with such a foolish fuck))

Well, once everybody here started to remember how the girls moved to them, I gave my five gold dokins. My girlfriend came to me and began to bring order. I hear from the kitchen:
You are so beautiful, my puppy! Okay go here!
I think the cat is hungry. I watched him quietly on the couch. I drop into the kitchen, and the girl throws into the garbage brought by her mother's bowl, which for two weeks so in the refrigerator stood. I don’t even remember what it was, but the mold on it is really a puffy one that grew up.)
by Zy. Those who write here that it is unbearable to live with a girl, that they are beaten, the brain fucking, and so on. Do not behave like fools dead, respect her, and you will be respected in response. How many examples have I seen when a man is really wrong, but he cries, and makes her guilty. Of course, she will respond. At first, the truth will be difficult if you are accustomed to living alone and do not deny yourself anything. In something you will have to change habits, adapt, well, think that she too lives much more comfortably, she also hurts herself to be with you. Change yourself, and don’t try to change each other.
A hero-e-bar is also good to live, but only as long as you have one sexas in your head, and as you grow up - you want warmth nearby, care. Just somebody is already 20 men, and somebody is 50 boys, whose tail rules a dog.

The sign.
If the girl on the page in the contact record in the column "phone" changed from "I don't remember", "red" or "Naturally, Nokia!" to the real phone number - her hope to get married is melting with every day.

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I owe him a jacket. I came to the shops to find out. I stand in their office waiting for a reception, at this time one of them has a working phone. Such a monologue:
"Thanks to you Hi, please introduce yourself. What kind of Peter Sergeevich, you are talking to me in a WOMEN’S voice!!!and "