I go on the street. Sunshine is all work. Right in front of me to the mirror window flies the blue, hanging like a colibri, evaluates its reflection and also drops sharply. Stopped girl.

Who doesn’t give you bacon? All my once bought discs were poured onto the windshield, and where the discs themselves are now, but my music is all with me. After crashing the laptop, I went to the same outfits and plugged back everything, once bought, without questions, any expenses and completely legal. You are straight like little children.

I will disappoint you, our laws do not take into account such concepts as a cloud service, and if you personally do not have checks or anything else to confirm the fact of the purchase, then for the law you are not different from a torrent user, because you download without paying for music from the internet.

No matter what right row, not rushing, you do not drive, there will definitely be a racing genius, who will hang tightly on the tail. After a couple of such meetings today came up with a name for the domestic parody on the Fortress. It will be called “and the left row is little.”

In Peter, the expression “after rain on Thursday” means “on Thursday, weekly.”

I repaired you so beautifully!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Mushuz: There is an opinion that at the time when people learn to read cats' thoughts, the popularity of the latter will decline sharply. :P

And did the tax named Mikhalkov on making interest on the cost of everything that can be stored information not accepted?
There was a discussion and battle on this topic a few years ago.

And then it was unclear that the authors would not get a penny from it. The new May law also brought some deductions to certain persons. Neither the authors nor the consumers will get anything from it. And there will be an injet tax, it will be the same with him.
All supporting copyright laws here simply support that from them will be taken even more money, under the guise of fighting piracy, fighting the influence of the West, the East and even the unknown to science sides of the world and the rest of the world. A reason for new deductions, not even to the budget of the Russian Federation, but to abstract funds, will always be found, as long as there is a bunch of agreed to simply pay money there.

From correspondence in VK with my best friend

Three-two one
I want to go to go to go to go to go!!! to
And the kids!!! to
Five of them!!!! to
all
You have not seen this.
That I disputed.
That an eternal single man (aka I) confesses to someone in person that he wants to marry.
Sorry, but such terrible things I can only write to you.

Nothing is new...

Doctors are such doctors. I once had a botanist with a psychofak cake, so, he called me in intimate moments, so gently and gently, "flatulence you are mine." Until I knew what that meant...

In addition, I have prepared a wonderful name for the first swamp: the Duchess of Cascaro Sagrado, daughter of the Duke of Cascaro Barbe. Even in the magazine “Niva”, from the cover of which I took this name, it was, I remember, written that it sounds “easy and gentle.”
“Listen,” continued the cadet, “you, the young man of the state... are you not ashamed to call the lady such unclean names?!!! Do you know what Kaskara Sagrada is? This is a pill for constipation, sorry for the expression. Oh, you are unfortunate! The doctor’s son..."
L. Cassil "Conduit and Swambrania"

My grandmother had a pearl. At night he lived on a three-litre bench, shob form not to lose :P
And here I hear a very pleasant cat's cheerleading, tarrachit like a tractor, and it feels unrealistic to him. I look behind the curtain, and there on the window...happy until impossible cat, like the harp plays, and actually destroys the grandmother’s pearl :shock: :shock: :shock:
In order not to spoil my relationship with my grandmother, I quietly removed my hair from the window, pressed the cat on the pop and went to bed. When I went out to work in the morning, and my grandmother swam out of the darkness of the bedroom in a pearl...I roasted so that the neighbors couldn’t stand and came to us to see if everything was okay.

xxx: for the first time in five years, watched the news
The world of Toli is developing
Tolly goes to all the hell.
XHH: Toll both at the same time

X is so. Names: Koshkin, Dogs, Petuchs, Crows and Sheep It is clear. Which people have animal names?
I watched for interest. You also have enough in the names-families of all kinds of lion pigeons-solovies. There are even sheep. All the beautiful, the magnificent, the princes, the slaves of God, and so on. Just that. We have names that were given by the name of the area or the landlord there (there is no need, you were also given a name by the name of бая-khana). But here is one big BUT: we often encounter surnames by profession (Gonchars, Plotniks, etc.). And your names in most cases do not mean anything, because they were given for a long time and from the bull. Mehman Khalid means Eternal Guest. And I did not find any names related to the work, except the Shepherd. Here it comes out - shepherd the sheep and robbed. So that "Growth of Nadoev" and "Oboev Factory" are not so far from the truth. Not to insult. The Indians are short.

I am a terrible pirate.

He made an unlicensed copy of the bread. While the baker was installing, he went and made an unlicensed copy of the gym on the carpet and made an illegal copy of popular gymnastics exercises. He went for breakfast, made a copy of the popular salad and sown it. After rendering himself an unlicensed service of shaving his face, in the process with special cynicism illegally performed for himself one of the popular in the people musical motifs, whistling it under his nose. Since it was a weekend, I went for a walk. On the way I met a friend, exchanged unlicensed copies of the news, after which he provided me with an unlicensed service of transportation, throwing me in his car to the park...
And your torrents are a scam compared to the damage that I and myself do to many companies.

When people write, I imagine an old lady who raised 10 grandchildren, stood 10,000 hours in line and broke 100 bags of carts in the subway at the feet of passengers.

07:07, 3 May 2015
In Nebraska, a woman with a brain dead gave birth to a healthy baby
It is...
We not only give birth, but also drive machines.

As by the Ministry of Emergency Affairs in St. Petersburg, at the 67th kilometre of the internal ring of the KAD collided cement car and VAZ-2115.

Commentary: "As in Chicago. Taze in concrete and ends in water"

XXX: when will the work be cancelled, and the food will be free in the shops?
XXX: This weather is gone!
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XX: Our communism, what we want, we do!
XXX: And the most funny thing, I really spoiled him. When Communism was supposed to happen, I was six years old, and I was sitting on a pot all day, probably eating something. As I remember now, there should have been a solar eclipse that day. But I was more sorry for the youthful stupidity of the eclipse than for communism.

From the memoirs of Standardenführer Heinrich Müller:
...from June 1941 until May 1945 the Führer was convinced that he was fighting with the Red Army...but when he learned that he was fighting with the UPA...he just wavered and shot himself...
c) Ostman

We have everything. We want to sell it all.

To finally become rich.

It was told by a friend from Ukraine, then from the first person.
In connection with the repair in the office of our lawyer (Sergey Petrovich), he was resettled for this time to me. One day, we sit. I collapse in my numbers, he has some claims there. The door opens and a man falls in. I see cut. And from the threshold with such a terribly evil voice:
Who is Sergei Petrovich?
I immediately squeezed a little. I looked at Petrovich. I see he is confused too. And I'm scared, or I don't know what I'm answering with a soldier-correct voice:
I am...
What do you think...? He, bypassing Petrovich, approaches my table, sits opposite and says:
Hi to you.
I am in shock again, again with fear, apparently, replied, "Hello, I listen to you carefully" and I sit, already smiling.
Here this man, apparently, something in his brain or vice versa got into place, embarrassed, apologized and went to Petrovich. And, strangely enough, the anger passed away, talking was already quite normal. Of course, we told the staff about this story, everyone laughed so much. But then from time to time they greeted me:
Good morning Petrovich.
The fucks...