EL: He participated in the congratulations. I remembered "$%@!".
We only have 3 ladies. They bought them flowers and drove them home.
To not hinder the celebration?
Tag: to work
They are the perversors.
Who will protect the homeland?
El is military. They are for that.
They cannot do without us. Remember, our ancestors, engineers, used to eat potatoes, because colloquial farmers were nimagli? here here. Lovely traditions.

In human interaction there is an interesting violation of symmetry. We willingly believe the one who says “I’m a fool,” but never the one who says “You’re a fool.”

We go out with my husband from the polling station, at the fence is a woman of 50, decently dressed, nothing predicted, shorter. Just matched with her, she immediately asks with warmth who we voted for. For Putin? No is? Right, he is a Jew! As I digest information, my husband is like this:
Wow, where were you before? Shirt, have you heard? How did we not know, we would vote for ours, not for the goy of somebody!
And he begins to sing "Hava Nagila". The woman looks around and, without turning her back to us, retreats to the corner of the house.
I'm glad to know that my husband fucking any city crazy.

xxx: she was not in the Russian Post yet, there she would have at all put a nuclear ""
yyy: She would have answered the police call "I know this department. It is time. Let it explode!"

At the next table, a man mixed chemicals in the test tubes.
The newcomer, thought Stirlic. – (c)

In the "Ashana" I’m looking for food for my cat and I can’t find it. Everywhere is written "for cats", "for cats".
What will the girl eat?

(I watched the first two Terminator films for the first time.)
XXX: How about you?
You know where I work. It is very strange to perceive such a film to those for whom the T-100 and T-1000 are tractor brands.

History more than 10 years. At the time, among my friends was a young family couple: Natalia and Sergey. Then they had some common small business: they drove around the city in a car for days and controlled small shopping points. Once Natalia asked me to arrange a consultation with a familiar gynecologist. Gynecologist Vladimir, with whom I am still friends, worked in a hospital on the outskirts of the city. Satisfied Natalia, coming for a consultation, called me by phone with a standard question, how to thank the doctor. In response, I advised her, if she is overwhelmed with gratitude, to buy a standard gift – alcohol and candy. The next evening, Natalia called again and in a sad voice asked for permission to come home to me. An hour later, when I opened the door, I saw Natalia and Sergey upset. As it turned out, in the morning they bought the recommended present in the form of a bottle of wine and a box of candy, put it in a bag, thrown on the back seat in the car, and then a few hours driving in business, went to the gynecologist. Having called him to the receptionist and listening to the traditional "Yes, thank you, don't need," they handed the gift with words of gratitude and again went "to business". And in the evening, after work, they suddenly found a package with a “present to the gynecologist” on the back seat of the car. They did not wait long, because they could not find another package, which also rolled on the rear seat of the car. In that package were Sergey’s old dirty shoes, which he was wearing at the country. Hardly holding back the laughter, in order not to offend friends at all, I took a bag of gifts from the upset Natalia and took the gynecologist Volode. When he saw me, he began to whisper wildly and told me the continuation of the story. It turns out, having received a gift in the afternoon, and without checking the content, he immediately went to the nursing room and said, "Girls! I have sent you a present,” he revealed. The curtain.

<Delirianna> A cat under the couch like a pimple between the shoulders - difficult to see and impossible to get.

Well, yes, the grandmothers love money, the grandmothers are mercantile, and the men are not. Men, as money will see, so immediately: "Fu, money. What an ugliness. No, I don’t need money. We give them all"

For whom did he vote?
Someone who cannot be called.
The Vovan de Mort?

xxx: We found out here that our fun pianist was throwing a sting in the piano.
yyy: So, it turns out that there are not only the piano in the bushes, but also the bushes in the piano.

Diets are extensive concepts. My mother has diabetes, in her diet even apples are undesirable (except for the already nuclear-acid), and fried corns are the norm.

Though the commandment would be steep, “Do not grieve in the place of the people, nor in the soul of your neighbor, nor in the comments under the post of a distant one.” It is useful :)
It is a pity that the Pharisees would have ignored it, as they now ignore the covenants not to judge, not to be sad hypocrites and not to stone.

>>> I’ve taken you to the temple.

>> God is not in the temple, but in the soul,

I don’t know what the dispute is about. It’s like you can’t fool your soul.

Girls in note. Friends do not go to the bathroom.

My father did not eat chocolate, chocolate candy, or drink cocoa for the rest of his life.
At the age of 15, he and his friend escaped from the Children's Home.
I went to work for Neptune. On the first day, he placed a pot of hot chocolate in front of the boys, swung in his hands on a fresh French bulka.
Then they felt bad... They could not only take chocolate in their mouths, but also put it in their pockets.
What do you think about taking bribery?

The Russians were looking forward to the “Day of Silence” much more than the “Day of Elections”.

>> Two law enforcement officers proudly walk through their affairs by a rolling drunk bomb. I feel my police guard me.

A drunk rolling bombardment does not threaten anyone until he dies. And after that, the problem is not police, but sanitary and epidemiological.

<Z> Everything is fine in North Korea and everyone is happy. Those who are unhappy are shot.