D: I’m fine, I should write a funny story about how you can drink beer, walk barefoot on the lawns, and something else. will not succeed. Something inside me burned and burned.
M: I’ve already repaired a vibrator.

I don’t like when people get married. But yesterday I saw/heard something amazing. A 15-year-old girl spoke to a guy:
You don’t understand me either!! He is the fullest! He was at war with Prussia when the ceasefire agreement was ready!
I could not listen further. and rjal. I think she also read a few volumes of historical literature.

Fuck the 21st century.
The buyer. The morning. The Dark. People are standing at a stop, people are pulling up waiting for the tram. The grey girl is unnoticed. Around the morning dull silence, here this girl cries out "blat!" and begins to call somebody:
I have forgotten my keys, can you take them with me?
–...
Are you going nowhere? Fuck the fuck! fuckingly
–...!! to
Oh wow...
–...
Ahahah, it is cool. Go to.
He puts the phone and waits. The tram approached five minutes later, everyone sat down, walked through the stop, at the next girl halves out of the door, the drone flies! On the copter is an isolated key band. Madama is pleased with it and sends the pigeon’s mail back in flight. Grandmothers in Houston. I am delighted.

There was one uninteresting story about the relationship between the Japanese and the letter "r" - the time of that sluggish interference on the Pacific TVD, which the Americans pathetically consider their contribution to Victory.

In short, the Japanese do not pronounce the letter "L". The word “in general”. In particular, the Chinese name Liu in them turned into Ryu. So, the citizens of the samurai, as well as the descendants of the Asigar, wishing to cause damage to the enemy with even a carcass, but in case of injury, crawled somewhere beyond the dunes and cried: "Doctor!"In the sense of "Medic!"Sanitar with a sharp iguana passed under the flank fire to the "injured", and that with all gratitude put a stick in his throat - after which it was possible to go to Amateras, with a sense of fulfillment of duty to the Motherland and mycado.

Yankees did not approve of this approach, obviously. As far as Mr. MacArthur
Comrades rattled their foreheads, cuddling, as if to understand the yellowish macacos, that for such jokes you can also walk on "Missouri" (in a bad sense, please note), the initiative from below was ripe. Now, if the patient urgently needed a little bandage, iodine and alcohol, it was supposed to yell “Talula!” that is, “Talulah!” The maximum that could come out is "Taru!" which, of course, was burned by American doctors at once, and the patient was eventually sent not a red cross, but a couple of salves from "Garanda".

And the second day the stomach hurts, what to do?
3@P@3@: Go to the doctor?
GenoaBukin: For what?
3@P@3@: Gastroenterologist
What is Gastritis?? to
I don’t have gastritis.
Genoa: It hurts the life!! to
3@P@3@: Wow. Then to the Geneticist

XHX: Madness is when your 14-person web studio moves to a new office and there is no wired internet there, and all those 14 people are sitting on the same 3G modem.

Yesterday I was in a store where sellers in red shirts ran. I looked at the refrigerator and decided to see how much the laptops cost. I see a man in a costume with a guy in a red polo and shoes argue.

Dialogue is as accurate as possible. P-boy in the red polo.



Q. Why are you leaving work?

P - Eeee (looking at him surprised)

N - to work quickly, or deprimate.

P - (begins to smile) so I have a break, according to the labor code I have a right for 15 minutes.

N - And to me, you came to work here or now I will throw you out of here with the article!

P – It’s me, I want to rest, I need to go, fuck the fat shit.

N - Oh you (a lot of mate)

P is gone! (Going to the sunset with his hand)



A girl runs.

“Igor Viktorovich is the director of the sports store, not our employee.

It took five years for the word “split” to cease to be associated with the phone. And what would the word "loot" begin with...

Read from 2 to 5 books per day.

I take Strugacki. I read the Day of the Child and the Inhabited Island (take a minimum). The next day, I already have a frog in the ants and the waves are extinguishing the wind.
And so without stopping.
What’s going to come from the read in the head?
Anna Karenina and Crime and Punishment in a Day. Next is The Rider Without a Head and Master and Margarita. Destination Eggs and Dog Heart.
Even Donzov to read two books a day - a bite in the head of names and events.
Why is this race and who is the competitor?
Or I understand something wrong under the word "book"

Redf: In 200 years it will be.

The Internet of Things, here. The steering wheel has its own, the gasoline tank has its own, even the gasoline tank. And all of them actively exchange data, and tweet that she was driving like a grandmother.



by alexferman:

And then your car, which you considered a friend, writes to your wife that you are driving to your mistress.

What does it matter to me about the number of books you read? Tell us what the books were about, what you were affected by, what was revealed to you in the books, and what you would argue with and why, which books you would recommend to others.

I wanted to rehearse parties for the choir, but was afraid to strike the feelings of the neighbors with my trolls, because I live now in a warm climate and, accordingly, a house with cardboard walls.

I waited until the daytime, when everyone was at work... Hypothetically, only visitors and staff of the cafe under our apartment could be hindered, but there was always such a noise that the risk of disturbing the audience by singing was minimized.

A quarter of an hour later, a bell came to the door. Everything, I thought, I will now scratch.

At the threshold was the owner of the coffee shop... With a plate in her hands and a decent piece of their brand cake on it.

Are you going to bite me for the lack of tomatoes or are you just hinting that it’s time for me to shut my mouth with a cake? I try to smooth up the situation immediately.

“No,” the aunt smiles wide, “I ask you to come down and sing with us.

I was lucky, I thought, I was lucky.

I went singing for food.

and yesterday. The evening. A man talks to the bus and answers the phone call:

Yes, my cat, I am going.

–...

Yes in the bus.

–...

It’s such a mess I can do. I called you from the electric car, I called when I got in. It’s not my fault that I’m stuck.

–...

Okay, this is the last time. I will not be so anymore.

The station was opened in Bestahah. So, Putin or Medvedev should have come to the opening, I don’t remember exactly. He flew to Yakutsk by plane, then on the ice crossing in Bestia. The incident occurred in the winter on the street around -50. And I was just working near the road connecting the airport and the ferry. In general, the hole repair of the road was done with the help of a boiler with water. They poured water into the pit to the very ends, and this is the perfect road.and :)

They catch Pokémon in the church.

It is hard to enter the church. You get a smartphone, and you will be accused of catching Pokémon and landed.

Don’t take children to church, they can get stuck.

The rich have no ponts. They buy what they need and are comfortable. The pockets are for the poor. Those who buy status items so that everyone thinks they are rich. At the same time, status things can be both a fake under the real (otherwise the poor do not buy it at all), and in general a advertising abortion: a thing of the type status and for the rich, and in reality it is not surrendered to the rich and buy their poor people only for the point.

Never regret what you did. I regret what I did not dare to do.

The proletarian vigilance.

On October 11, 1922, at 5 o’clock in the evening, a healthy drunk buggy walked through the Factory Street of the city of Samara (now Venetska). On the column near the house #74 the monter Erofeev set up a telephone network. Buggy stumbled at the toolbox, pulled the monter from the pillar and started to beat him. One of the passers whispered “Our officers are beating!” He went to the earnings of Erofeev. Bugay threw him away, but the help was already coming from the doorsteps: "Beat the officer!“”

Buga was struck by the crowd, bound and dragged to the 1st division of the militia: "The officer was caught." The drunk bug was a servant of the Gubvoenkomat and a member of the party comrade I.A. of Antonov. The citizens who brought him themselves were bullshit, except for the injured Yerofeev. The police detained everyone “until clarification”.

Antonov first shuddered and asked him to let go. Well, what: a respected man, his offence for Samara is not out of the line, you can also let go with a message at the workplace - let the partisanship deal with him there. But here all the other detainees stumbled, bringing through the mattress the strong arguments that Antonov was a self-proclaimed and an "officer".

The police informed the GPU. The Chekists came, looked at Antonov’s ticket and took it with them. The other detainees were asked to be released, prior to giving them the agenda.

The next day, the entire party of the Gubvoenkomat and the hubvoenkom was taken to the interrogation in the Samara OGPU. I.A Antonov turned out to be indeed a former Denikin officer, the ticket was fake, the primary partisanship mentioned in it never existed.

What are the arguments of the vigilant citizens? Antonov first gave Erofeev a bark and only then began to beat him.

I would have dropped my fist in the roof - I would have walked in freedom.

According to the materials of the Samara "Communy" dated October 14, 1922 #1150.

- What do you think, with these "people's bonds", which Siluanov pirates, there is some risk that the people will be invaded?
You are what? What could be the risk here? Talking about risk is inappropriate. A guarantee that they will be wrapped...

Shortness of breath, joint pain, sometimes difficulties even with clothing are constant companions of a lot of weight. The number of diseases, including fatal, which leads to obesity, I will not list.

And now stopped, exhaled and remembered what is called “overweight” in Russia. We have a woman weighing 60 kg already "fat", she does not see her bones! Better not list. We should fight the propaganda of anorexia, it will be worse than the blue whales.