It is said that after the well-known events in the "Obronservisa", Serdyukov quickly removed suspicious persons from friends in the "Odnoklassniki" and calmed down.

There were many reasons why I divorced my first wife, but the last drop was when she took me to the toilet, dropped the chair and said morally, “Writing should be sitting, like all normal people!”

F: I just accidentally sent a draft letter to the corporate.
And I first write something in the spirit of "we need to fuck up and fuck up like dirty duttles until we get rid of all the living on the market", and then in a few iterations I turn into "colleagues, we need to make the most effort to dominate the market." The first went. I wait for the bricks!

We go with a friend in the car, he is driving. You need to turn, the turntable turned on, everything as it should be. And after the turn, the woman stands, apparently wants to cross the road, well, we walk slowly with the turn, she stands. The friend says, “No, you’re standing, you see that the turntable is turned on.” Thinking a little, it gives "although correctly, in Russia you know where the car will go, even with the turntable on".

just figue with inscriptions on kiosks, in shops: "I will be in 30 minutes". Where did I know when you left?

Even the most faithful and loyal wives - happens their Yuri day.

Kitty
The ship cat Froil returned to his guard N. The elevated mood was not ruined even by the wind that rose, blowing in the mouth. The descent to the shore was successful, without morderboys, full of love and songs. The wind intensified, it began to smell, and Frol walked boldly along the edge of the sidewalk, whispering about himself some melody. As he passed by a high breeze with yellow leaves, he caught incomprehensible sounds with his sensitive ear. Frol stopped and shrugged his head, looking closely at the crown of the tree. There, among the leaves trembling in the wind, on a thin branch, like a pack of cellophane stuck, sat a tiny kitten, stuck in it with a dead grip. He made similar sounds. How did he get there? Could the dogs have gone away? Frol looked around, there was no one nearby. He breathed, easily jumped onto the trunk, and as a refueling sailor on the vents, he began to climb up. Having reached the desired height, he moved the spirit, and carefully along the thin branches approached the kitten. The baby's eyes were tearing from the wind, he complained when he saw Frol.
Help me! I saw the cat Frol in his eyes.
Taken tightly, Frol tightly took the cat with his teeth for the cheek, and slowly turning, began to descend. Froome never had to work as a rescue worker. The kitten became heavier and heavier, and as if in the fog, he almost lost consciousness, reached the ground. Having dropped the cat on the chubby grass, he froze, as if he had forgotten to squeeze his teeth. The kitten whispered, and Frol, as if awakened, pulled out his numb jaw, and looked at him carefully. Age - three months, color - black spots, like the piton. The blow of the wind raised his wool, revealing his red undercoat. Something familiar Froome saw in the rescued. It quickly darkened.
“Well, be it,” said Frol in his own way, and walked to the side of the shore. After a few steps he turned. A cat followed him.
You cannot be with me. I am at work, Frol cried out.
But the cat was not behind. So insulting, Frol approached the guard's similar, and stopped. The cat sat next door.
Okay okay...
Covering his enormous body of the little one, he unheardly ran on board the ship. The guard, pretending not to notice the guest, smiled amusedly. Unnoticed, they reached the cabin of the ship's doctor. Lieutenant Ponomarenko Froome has long learned to open it by jumping and clinging to the door.
When Ponomarenko returned to the cabin, Frol sat on his cane and licked the found.
and Frol! Have you gone crazy? Did you put him on the boat? — The doctor went on to fake.
The law of fraud. I passed through the star.
What a scream? He pushed the open door of the cabin.
by Ponomarenko! What kind of zoo? When he saw the cats, he became angry. Frol tolerated and even respected. But having two cats on his boat is too much.
This in the warehouse, and this on board!
Suddenly Frol jumped up and, taking the combat stand, whistled. The fur rose up in the oak, and it seemed, having doubled, to look like a small but angry tiger.
Stopped, but quickly took himself into his hands.
And calmly! He rattled.
Starring Starr’s heels. Spit on the ass of Frol, putting the front legs on the string. Only the tail hit the deck nervously. Next to Frol, taking the same posture, and looking frightened at the starpom, the kitten sat.
The Circus! - he passed through his teeth with a starch, and sharply clogged the door, went to his cabin.

The whole night I wandered around trying to fall asleep. He fell asleep, and a strange dream began. As if the guard’s team consisted of red and spotted cats. He woke up in horror, smoked a cigarette, went to bed again, trying to fall asleep. But the cats came back to sleep. His hand pulled for the cigarette again.

Six months ago, his six-year-old daughter fell under a car. The doctors saved her, but she stopped speaking. For days she was sitting by the window, pulling something out with a thin finger on the glass. She was not interested in anything. No toys, no cartoons, no books with bright pictures. The daughter completely disappeared, becoming like a small statue.

In the morning, a loud knock was heard at the door of the cabin of the ship's doctor Ponomarenko. When he saw her, he saw the star.
You hear me, Stallone. Give me a cat, the doctor said.
Ready for everything, but not for that, Ponomarenko was confused. He leaned, and, taking the piece lying next to Frol, silently extended it to the starp. He took him carefully, and, shaking his head, departed. Frol watched closely, not moving from the spot.
Withdrawing from the ship, starting, carefully holding the shinelli board, he paid tribute to the Flag, and took a quick step toward his apartment. He hurried the step, as if afraid of being late for something important. What can’t happen without him.
Opening the door with his key, and kissing his wife in the cheek, he, not getting dressed, quickly entered the daughter's room. As usual, I sat by the window and looked out.
Starpom pulled out the cat from the sinuses, and stopped near the daughter, holding it on the palms.
and Daddy! She whispered, gently pressing the cat’s chest.
Stark squeezed a sudden tear. A woman was crying silently.

- This is Frol, - the starter uncomfortable snuffed st. L-tu Ponomarenko two banks of beef cane.
For what?
On the cloudy face of the star was a smile.

And Frol, seeing himself in the mirror, understood why the cat seemed familiar to him. He had two dark arrows on his mouth, like Frohl’s, going from his eyes, as if extending them. And a red shirt. There were no red cats in the area, except Froil. And the cat was then coloured, like the piton.
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What a terrible Russian nature! Snow, for example, falls every year in the winter, when all the money for its cleaning has already been stolen.

When I was eighteen, at six o’clock in the morning, I received a message from an unknown number that instantly woke me up.
We wish you all the best, strong health, sharp vision and good hearing. The Military Department"
The phone was turned off for 10 days.

America is a free country. Whoever they want, they shoot.

A grandmother looks at her grandson late at night and asks him, “Baby, are you sleeping?”? to
Grandchild without breaking off the laptop: no ba, and you????? to

Interview of admin(a) with the boss(s):
Q: What we have with the server.
A: With what exactly?
S is smoke. Do not be upset to correct me immediately.
A: I’d be glad it wasn’t so.
Sh: Fuck Dima, raised his ass, and quickly with a smile on his lips, stumbled to pick up this evil server.
This is what type of server you are talking about.

Zzz: I just want to go home and do what I didn’t do in the morning – go to sleep.

04:58 Do you want to sleep?
04:59 [stealth] Don’t be scared
04:59 Is it so?

XXX is:
In Germany from kindergarten in children "healed" aggression. They are subjected to a bunch of all kinds of programs, any toys on the theme of war; even plastic soldiers are perceived as a grenade brought to kindergarten. Boys are taught one thing - never give up, but complain to the teacher. After that, you don't want to look at the boys - some loose unisexics with cuddly blades that fall into the eyes.
When my son secretly brought toys pistols to the kindergarten, there was no rejection! It was like a revelation for the boys, their eyes burned. But then came the watchful aunts. I had to have conversations with them. And the threat to involve the police in the case was their first "argument".

YYY :
Paint the guns in pink. Paint them gay. They take a gun, that is, they are against gays. Tolerance enters into an internal contradiction within itself. To explain to the son that this is such a camouflage.

xxx: I’m the same deer who doesn’t want to be a slave to the system, I want to divide into zero and cook eggs in the microwave, wear shorts over the jeans and eat soup with my hands, scratch hockey and rub it in the sink, wash clean socks and wear dirty ones. The Innocent. To melt neighbors from above and cry loudly, preventing their child from living normally, to read in the dark and to sleep in the light, to boast of a small member and that I am a fool and ignorant. And I don’t understand why IT companies, developing their software, focus on me and not on normal people?! to

You know, but it’s good that we have such frosts!
WOW : Why?
xxxh: And I'm going on the street recently, -32 by the way, I look at people and think - and how would the vampires from the "summerek" mimic the mouth of a pair, red roses, frostbite, tearful eyes and sores on the knee???? to

Review of color music shower for the mouse.
First comment: Why write 18+? It looks like porn here.
Second, whoever would then have entered the examination of the soul, and how many people have read it?
Third: 18+ is quite logical. In the review are used the words “smoke” and “shell”.

He previously lived in the village, often travelling on a bus type PAZik. And often carried us, everyone's beloved dirty uncle Vova, a huge size uncle. He spoke loudly, with a loud voice and reluctantly. And here we just come to the village, the people began to go out, and in the passage came some annoying grandmother and asks the uncle of the woods:
When will you go back?
At fifteen ten
At what time?
At fifteen ten
I don’t understand anything, speak Russian.
I went nah@i
Everyone who came out last was roaring a long time. :D

When do you go to bed?
YY: Early
Is it at 23?
YYY: It is early in the morning