This story happened to my distant relative, a Moscovite.
My native country is wide, there are many peoples and peoples, autonomous republics and regions. Here is our hero - let us call him Ivan Petrovich Sidorov - not purely Russian, but for a quarter... let it be a papua. His mother’s grandmother came from the Papuan SSR, where the young papuas are famous for their non-terrestrial beauty. Outside, Sidorov looks like a purely Russian man, light-haired and blue-eyed. But the Papuan language he is taught and mastered in perfection, as well as Russian.
And here in his work appeared a new employee - a true papua. Young and beautiful. Ivan Petrovich fell in love with her at first sight. And she did not reject his pleasures, they became close friends, she went to visit him, and he visited her family, who lived in Moscow on a rented apartment. But until then he decided not to devote the future bride to the mystery of her origin.
And one day, when he was visiting Papuanka and her parents (and they spoke exclusively Russian with him), the phone ringed in her apartment. Papuasca removed the telephone and spoke in her mother tongue. Ivan Petrovich quietly talked to his parents, pretending that he did not understand what his lover was talking about there. "I found a fiancée in Moscow, soon we will marry and move with his parents and younger brother to his three-room apartment. The youngster is not rich, but, as you know, suddenly there will be a more profitable party in the future."
When it was time to say goodbye, Ivan Petrovich told her in the purest Papuan language: "You think in vain that I don't understand Papuan."

A devout Muslim sits in a London taxi and asks the driver to turn off the radio because there was no music at the time of the Prophet, and therefore he cannot listen to the music of non-believers.
The taxi driver stopped the car and opened the door. The Arab asks:
What are you doing?
The taxi driver says:
There were no taxis at the time of the Prophet, so go and wait for a camel.

I watched football. They fought like lions. Small, ugly, dumb, legless lions.

XXX: My father is the world. Even when I matured to cam-out, he didn’t shout, “I don’t have a son anymore!” but sat down silently for a few minutes and asked, “Son, are you at the top?” I am such:"Always yes", and he, with ease:"Well, and young people!"

FailEngil: Well, did you go into the darkness with Gold? How is the film in general?
DrDeathPanda: Well, how do you tell me... The first hour I was mistaken in smoking. When the game started, it became interesting. In short, Bella after the transformation became a vampire, and they all have songs there. It is like a shield. Karoche she throws the bubble and absorbs the damask completely, wiping off any magic. The funniest thing is that she can throw a full buff on a patte. Well, they went on to farm under this theme.
FailEngil: It’s hard to be a shit, right?

From the comments of the accident - Daewoo Matiz turned over.
In general, IMHO Matiz is the capsule of death. The future (possibly) of the purchase of this rainbow.
YYY: It looks like a not yet experienced comrade...
zzz: just he decided not to rely on the will of chance and persuaded her to buy an order of Kalina

by poker.by

>>> and>
>>> You won’t believe it. Most normal people don’t need to be fooled in the internet of porn, sites like KillMyPlus and other similar shit.

No need – let them not go, what’s the problem? I don’t like marinated cucumbers, for example, but I don’t ask to ban them.

Excerpts from the actual vacancy of the assistant manager:...Work ahead: anticipating the needs of the manager, reading between the lines, understanding everything without unnecessary questions, the ability to foresee the development of events, which means being able to prevent many problems...· Control and coordination (meetings, projects, everything that the manager orders)... · Execution of orders from business and everyday life... Assistance and accompaniment of the manager on all commercial issues and journeys. High technical literacy in office equipment and means of communication and communication... Ability to adapt to the rapidly changing conditions of the business environment (!...presentable appearance, type of character choleric (!), service (!!Good diction, the ability to arrange affairs in order of priority... Unregulated working hours. Always be next to the boss, vacation only in autumn. The opportunity to get an invaluable (!!!) Experience in our company. During working hours, the use of personal telephone is prohibited. Possible bonuses: payment for GSM, a fitness subscription. by Finn. Support for hobby staff.
And they say that they have abolished the right of serfdom.

52x max>woman does not give, and yesterday on my nite stated
52x max>no no, the nits of the babies do not give
52x max> and right...

Do you have a charge for Nokia?
WOW: Why to you?

That uncomfortable feeling when you sit back to the director’s office...

Good morning, no cough after the flu no longer know what to drink, tormented
No one knows the recipe.
thanks

All our illnesses are from our thoughts and feelings.
From a psychosomatic point of view, chronic cough is a protest! The desire to roar the world: "Look at me! Listen to me!"
Think, maybe this is the cause of your cough. If so, then repeat the affirmation about yourself: "I am noticed and highly appreciated. They love me. I have enough attention in my life. andquot;

Are you fucking fucking?? to

Q1: What was the name of Slucki?
D2 by Leonid!
Chapter 1: Paul
M: Wait, what kind of sludge are you talking about?
D2: I am about Leonid
I am talking about Paul!

I went somehow to a friend at a guest (he is a single man with an experience) and came up with a couple of shades - unforgivably dirty-white and opaque-black...

I struggle with our communalists all day long. This fucking something. 7500 communal + 1500 for electricity. How about you? In a month...
I knew you lived in the palace.
A classic medieval palace... rocks on the perimeter, holes in the walls, crossroads, lack of heating...

In 1C, 2 commands are missing: "Maybe" and "Anyhow", as well as one error message: "Well, I couldn’t!"

[10:03:36] xhhh: zch about op address)
[10:03:39] xxx: op*
[10:03:43] WOW: op
[10:03:44] xxx: fucking fucking
[10:03:46] WOW: op
[10:03:48] wow: op
[10:03:50] xxx: op gangnam style

I am still on my heels.
She made her hair beautiful.
Wife: My boyfriend in the subway helped me cross our branch
Wife: Then I’ll tell you what we talked about.
I: Why are the guys clinging to you, and you are still talking to them?
I don’t want to communicate with people anymore.
I: Valley, I am sometimes stunned by the irrationality of your thinking. What you can do, I cannot.
Because you are playing and I am not.

In connection with this comrades on the game I name both on the phone and everywhere on the game race.Yesterday I forgot the phone at home.I end up coming home from school,woman from the threshold asks a quite normal from the point of view of an adequate person question:"Dear,you were called and written by the Imperial Guard,Demon of Chaos and some Grey Knight,interested in meeting.And Black Templar and Space Wolf called Skype with questions about the exchange of chain swords and plasma for some shit.I and mom worry about your new hobby,so my mom will come to the weekend to talk to you..."

Well, why can a 5-year-old beaten to get a mind-mind, and a 25-year-old girl for the same purposes can not?