Advertising is such an advertisement.
We went into the community "rat", meaning a thief. It is not a pity, but contrary to the fact that in your food, someone is constantly digging, then the cottage is crushed, then the sausages will bite off, then the milk will crumble off, then all the meat will be caught in the borst. We can't catch it, decided to find a cheap minicamera in the internet to put a hidden seam. I found one option. But I got the phrase in the description:
Do not hesitate, all friends, acquaintances and colleagues will notice your new acquisition and appreciate it.

I will come out of the army in the winter, I will go to the universe and say:
I am a nerve cell.
O O O O O?? to
I am not recovering.
and I go.

Signature to the VK news repost that Rosobarnadzor proposes to collect fines for public use of foreign words:
"According to the Sabbath is provided, but I would fully and fully support"
My database of dual standards has been updated.

XXX: 50 rounds
There, riders lose 6-8 kilos in the race.
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?

I watched a dialogue between a woman and a 5-year-old boy on the street:
Does the mosquito bite?
and bite.
– and?
and bite.
What is?
He is bite!! to
Who...?

XXX: Are you not talking about business?
XXX: Yes, I leave the register and close all the branches behind me!

Post of Russia. Since I moved to another city (and friends began to spread across the country) I regularly use her services - I believe that getting a birthday card or package is more pleasant than a text message. Here is the paradox.
Everything always comes to me, my shipments find the recipient (one day I was returned a postcard "pre-demand", which a friend just forgot to take), I never stand in line...
but. It cost me one day to come to the mail not alone, but with my husband (he, unlike me, never uses the mail) - line a kilometer, half the windows do not work, the brands to buy nowhere, stunned... And friends who regularly insult the Post of Russia do not receive my letters, even if I send to different addresses.
It seems that the Post of Russia is like a religion: it works only for those who believe in it :)

We started writing about the pigeons.

Today, I was hit by a pigeon. I was riding a bicycle around the city, this fat dough just slowly and rolled off. And here, at my speed of 30 km/h, a pigeon comes straight into my face! It was soft, fluffy and unusual. But the helmet remains.

xxx: My sensitive nose grabbed a thin fabric of quite powerful magic, albeit well hidden. The door was filled with magic.
YYY: See, somebody here did his magic. He also knocked on the door later. Uncultured people are gone.

Working in the field of travel organizations:

Probably only us in the office can call with the following speech model: "Hello, you are bothered by bio-toilets..."

Commentary on Eurosport on the article about the departure of the Spanish national team from the 2014 World Cup:
Lev Skudaev: Dear Santa Claus! When I guessed that the Russian team would perform no worse than Spain at the championship, I didn’t mean that.

Amazonka: Tomorrow I start a new job, now I have to do English every day :(
Wall: Who are you working for? The Secretary?
Amazon: Head of the Department of Foreign Economic...

Sori Ay Don Spike English
YYY : what?
xxx: ne govoryu ya po anglicki bleat

Only Niger can be called Niger Niger.
Same with the glasses.

Shimon: 0nell7: Man can leave the pearl, but not the pearl from man
0nell7: shimon: I agree. But the hardest thing to get out of a man is Pascal :D
exception13: normal pascal digested
exception13: only to digest with C
0nell7: exception13: I don't know, sometimes it's worth a little relax - and it begins to germinate from any function.
Deniska: Pascal hernia, the same you are with begins instead of clamps
Here are the people whose first language is rnr.
0nell7: deniska: I have the first Russian, the second - English, the third basque. Those who have php, I sympathize.

NN: Yes yes. Let us do, think and say only what never angers anyone. I personally get angry with almost everything. Everything else annoys my wife.

It was epic! I stood smoking, moving away from the stop (yes, swear to me and mock me! I am a smoking girl. A police officer. I understand that I am pulling for 500 rubles. It begins to explain to me that it is not possible here and let us prepare for the penalty. I raise my eyes at him, remove my scratched hair from my forehead and say, “Valar Morgulis.” He, in some confusion, raises his eyebrows. A second pause. "Valar Dohaeris", he answers me, gives honor and goes away.
My mood has improved.

XXX is
Do you like my taste?

YYYY
Strange question

XXX is
Why is?

YYYY
You don’t like my taste" It’s like your taste is peppers. I can love them or not love them.
Your taste is an area of emotionally painted reality for you.
Positively painted
And at the same time, it is only her chacne, which is in your own perception.
How can I love or dislike a part of reality in your perception of it?
Do not break my brain.

XXX is
Excuse me

We have been working since 1996! As you can see, we are not the first year of poaching on customers.

Anteater: Lord, do not confuse the weapon of crime and the cold weapon. I once had a neighbor cracked while drinking another on the head with a stick of sausage - that shit from the table - and hello. But the sausage is not okay.
chivaz: Collapse shot to death, straight ready plot for Donzova)