You know what is strange... So if you are a member of some terrible myth group, where the worlds are collapsing and all the songs about the blood-intestines have revolved everything, then you are necessarily a cultural person, with a higher education and a conservatory graduated, maybe even a doctor of science. A quiet family man and three children, all in Oxford. Most often, not without exceptions.
And if the shit about love - so immediately a drug addict, a prostitute, divorces and scandals. Abandoned children are pursued by plagiarism. Not without exceptions, of course, yes... but the overall picture is somehow so.

and man! Take me to the end of the world!
The light has no ends, woman.

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Cocktail, too, is a terrible story. A creature was born without hands and without legs. One head speaking. The mutant! A good fox got on his way, or it would live and bear fruit.
How would he be fertile? Without columns
And what about a puppy if, sorry, it has one head?
In fact, a cage needs a grandmother to breed.

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The doctor told my grandmother to walk 5 km a day. Where is she now, we don’t know how to catch her?"

Our grandmother a good doctor prescribed pills from the head, but they don’t really help. I put my grandmother’s GPS light. At least we know where she is.

To the names "cookie" and " cheese", as well as derived from those, ALL dogs react strangely.

Or have we already joined Antarctica?

As they say in Serbia: “Crimea is Russia, Alaska is Russia, everything is Russia, except Kosovo, Kosovo is Serbia!”

Elena Malysheva after the shootings does not throw all these sperm and organ costumes, but takes them home, where they are used in role-playing games.

Q: What about your personal life?
A woman in the kitchen is cooking, and it’s not my mom.

xxx: on the column announcement: "Husky dog found, responding to the nickname of Peach".
xxx: No, I understand, they do a good thing, picked up a dog, hanged an ad, but how, how did they find out?

A person who drinks alone is not necessarily craving.

You may be an individual entrepreneur.

The little girl is watching Disneyland. Here is what is busy.

Ariel seems to be the main good character, but: she demonstrately does not listen to her father (the king of the ocean for a moment), violates all the laws and prohibitions of the kingdom of the mermaids, lies, submits Sebastian to lies (the court master for a moment), confuses with the main antagonist, fulfilling all the requirements of the captain. And all this leads to a total pitch, behind this red pitch all the main characters strike, risk their lives, and King Triton gives his soul and power, only to save this pitch with a fish.

After that, she has a hippie-end. She should have died! Anderson is clear.

And the cartoon turned out to be about a major-dummy without brains, TP, a fool, a foolish sheep.

I hate Ariel, and this cartoon is now ugly.

I was about five years old and I was sitting at home with my marasmatic grandfather. He knows who was watching, because neither he nor I were adequate and intelligent. And then I felt the adrenaline in my blood and I took on the most extreme activity in the house - jumping from the back of the chair onto the sofa. The sofa was many times older than me, and even older than my grandfather – one of those Soviet sofas that were produced in the same factories as the tanks. The chair stood as a back to that monster, and right at the moment when I stumbled on it, using all my crazy climbing skills, my grandfather had to fold the couch.

I am already on my back.

The jump.

And I am welcomed in my arms by the subsoil of the couch and immediately stuck.

I scream, mostly out of fear, grandfather convulsively opens the fist of monstrous furniture, I fall out of there and run to the other end of the room, leaving a bloody mark.

A second later I realize that the knee was scattered - well so scattered, considerably, to the bone.

Well, humiliate us, the boys - raised for a couple of minutes for the shape, went into the mommy’s pharmacy, poured peroxide from the top, swallowed the cotton and wrapped everything to the cockroaches.

In the evening, my mom comes - all the houses of bloodshed, I, a spire of bloodshed, run out of the room to meet her. My mother was pale, but she didn’t look.

What happened, Seneca?

I hurt my knee!

Oh well show me.

I carefully pull my divine bandage of Scotch and Nihua, because the cotton has long since been filled with blood and has fallen, showing the look of a broken like Afghanistan after the bombing of the knee. A wave of horror runs through the face of the mother, but she holds on – not to scare the child. Slowly she takes me on her arms, puts me on the bed, calls an ambulance – and becomes faint.

So I got my first stupid injury and funny story.

It was during the first MMM. My friend, Zhenya E. was engaged in imports and at the same time invested free money in Mavrodi tickets. When the first time prices dropped by 10 percent, I sold all my tickets, and Zhenya didn’t. Then they grew up again, but a week later the pyramid ended and all the papers turned into fantasy.



And here we go with Zhenya in the car, in a suitcase of shares and tickets, which yesterday was worth two hundred thousand dollars, and today is nothing. I look at him and I can’t even imagine how he can accept it and survive it. And Zhenya stopped the car, took that suitcase and threw it off the side with the words: "Let them go on the X., I will still earn."

and all. I never thought of it again. and earned.

What to say, the self-confidence of a man was overwhelming. and optimism.

Excursion to Cape Town with the spoken name "Wine Tour". A solid restaurant.

Are you from Russia? The young waitress smiled.

It is easier to agree than to explain what Belarus is.

The guy breathed. I kept quiet and clarified, “Would you enjoy wine or drink?”

I stumbled on something very expensive and confirmed that ladies want to enjoy it.

In the end, we got drunk. Probably the Russians.

The same student. Standing in the corridor during a couple, one. I ask why not in the audience. I get a sure answer that the change is now. I start to doubt my own sense, I look at the clock, 15 minutes from the start of the class. I report this and repeat the question again. In response, he said as he cut off: "In my sense, now the change". You will not argue...

Clothes are needed for people to be naked. If you are already dressed - then just drop from there to all the hell and do not interfere with those in the process.

A lot of people are discussing whether it is permissible to be dressed in a dish. I propose to chubby on the topic, whether it is not hassle to eat in the dining room, sleep in the bedroom, or, horror, jerk in the toilet.

I just live and enjoy life. However, some people consider it alcoholism :(

My mom (62 years old) is hiding from my grandmother (92 years old) with smoking because my grandmother will be overwhelming!