He went to his VTB department. It was a complete dissonance with the atmosphere there. This VTB-privileged department - employees are pathetic, and customers are sitting in fashionable coats with fur.
And I came all troubled, joyfully rolled onto the chair a semi-transparent bag, which saw a means for cleaning pipes, pads and kefir. She asked for coffee, tastily drank it, chewed it with candy, and began to figure out the question of not counting me on the card 660 rubles.

XHH: Sorry colleagues, but some experience is hard to go through alone, so I’ll just leave it here. The man knows life, fuck him.

Director of the Lymnographic Institute of the Russian Academy of Sciences Mikhail Grachev: "Baykal is huge. Even if all the people on Earth drown in the Baikal, its level will rise only three centimeters.

Are you coming back from the disco? My friend and I today returned with two new lifts in bags: the hostess of this runner-up used to trade underwear, something went wrong, and the stock remained, gave us as dear guests. What is remarkable is that they both came. We were so roaring in a taxi that the driver is unlikely to go to this address a second time.

And for walks without a leash and a hammer, fines would not hinder either.

>>>>>>

I support. I know just a bunch of people who can’t go for a walk without a leash and a stitch.

Violence in prisons:

You have never thought about what a man thinks.
When does a sweaty hairy man fall on top of him?
WOW: I am interested
Fuck, fuck, I’m not interested.

And a friend went into bots with pedophiles!

Dialogue with a colleague.
You have to change something in life.
Socks, cowards... a tea bag.

Once a year, even in a country where the beatings are "family values" and "rape is the fault of the man," and if the husband is a marital duty, you can hear: "Oh, you are the most beautiful, the most fantastic, you get everything and the horse jump in and into the burning cabin, hold a flower!"

Oh, so it is still necessary to ban the novel of Jules Verne "The Mysterious Island", there is really a good recipe for dynamite and nitroglycerin. As a child, I dreamed of repeating it.

YYY: I have a note in the book that says that the recipe in the novel itself is not very accurate. And then follows a detailed explanation of what is not there, and how it should actually be. It was well translated in Soviet times.

No later than March 8 I will go to Sberbank in the ATM. Of the three ATMs, the line to two people is 10 to each, to the third there is no one. I take the turn, in those two and in parallel ask: What about the third ATM? My aunt in front of me in line answers – It doesn’t work. Well, it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work, I stand calmly waiting for my turn.

Five minutes pass, a boy comes out of the street, looks around the line, then goes to the third ATM, takes the money and leaves.

The number of silent "blowing" in the row was not to be counted.

XXX: I can not. It is gesture. It is wonderful
Aunt in a neighbor’s shop says that young people are boring – they’re going to get into gadgets. We ran, jumped, cut hemp, then dried, frozen, and then ate. It was so great.

M: I know you.
Yes, I know you too.
M: I would like to know more.
I will think...

Sometimes, you wake up in the middle of the night, in the dark you hit a cat, you touch him to move toward yourself, and he is unnaturally soft! This is only the case when the animal has recently died. You start to inhibit him that there is strength, but he does not react. You feel the horror-softened body and realize that your cat died for unknown reasons. In one jump you find yourself at the switch, in this second of such a powerful charge of horror and fear on your head has time to appear the thread of gray hair, the light is turned on, and this sleepy furry cheek looks at you, cuddles and does not understand what happened - you slept well!

I work in an auto parts store. My desk is at the window, the windows go out to the parking lot in front of the office.
The next customer arrives, we begin to order and he dictates the necessary goods:
"Colds, discs, oil, etc..."
Suddenly, a deaf blow and the sound of something broke out from the window. Behind the window unfolding Gazelka drove back into one of the parked cars.
The client turns his head, looks into the window for 5 seconds, and with a light and relentless voice continues:
"... and the left lighthouse"

Meanwhile, the company is in business again. I saw a pedophile in the hardening.

I think somebody is watching me.
What did you take?
I am currently writing in word, and he answers me.

In design, all the rules are also written with blood, and this blood is from the eyes.

Apolonold: there was the idea to make the entrance to his apartment from the balcony...the second floor. the height of about 3 meters...just you can go out directly to the parked car...naturally to make the stone staircase here problematic with documents..I would be easier to spray something like a descending staircase...with perils..in the raised state he just would not bother anyone..drive from the ordinary electricity, plus to it the controller du..with electricity disruptions does not happen, well on the edge there is always an entrance from the entrance...thought the resemblance of an elevator...but I don't know what to bring the platform
Andy-aaa: To be honest, I never understood why to walk across the balcony?
Victorian: I had a neighbor cutting a cave in the basement and walking through the basement. In the neighboring apartment sold drugs, on the third floor of the car. Then someone is beaten, then cut, then carried out, or just into the mess drunk with dirty urine and blood.

Yoga is not a recursion.

Buried in the setting of Ubuntu, periodically swallowed tea.
Then I noticed that I fell into recursion: I want to go to the toilet - I want to go to the toilet - I want to go to the toilet - I want to go to the bathroom - I want to go to the toilet - I want to go to the toilet - I want to go to the kitchen - I want to go to the toilet - I want to go to the kitchen - I want to go to the toilet - I want to go to the toilet - I want to go to the toilet - I want to go to the toilet - I want to go to the toilet.

This is a cycle!! to

The peasant women had no choice: they worked hard in the field, and they gave birth at least fifteen times, so that at least five Demushks survived. At the same time, without any of these your childcare leave.