Talk about languages:
In Russian, a wrongly started sentence can be immediately restructured so that it sounds correct. In English, this is not possible: if you started the sentence wrong, then it will sound wrong.
“Nifiga, in English there is a keyword “FUCK”: just say it and start a sentence again.

Dr. House of Moral:
Season 1: Don’t eat викодин.
Season Two: Don’t Eat the Whiskins
Season 3: Don't Eat the Whiskins
Season 4: Don't Eat the Whiskin
Season 5: Never Eat a Whiskin!
Season 6: Don’t Start Eating Whiskins
Season 7: Okay, fucking with you.

Q: Call her now.
WOW: No, you call, you communicate closer with her... Well, dish yourself in the first you work with her in the second she slept with you on the couch...
Ohhhh with you!
WOW: It doesn’t matter...

It was a big company, shared with us. At 2 a.m. she went home and persuaded me to stay. She went out to prepare me a meal. We’ve been with her for a year... making an offer?

yyy(23:02:48 4/06/2011)
He was waiting for me near the entrance, my father is coming out. "oh, hello!" - "Hello" - "and what do you do here?" - "I wait for you, she said that she will soon go down" - "aa... well she always speaks all kind of shit";;

From Habr:

Marina, a girl from the organs.
So natural and so unusual it sounds.

Words of acquaintance.
On the Kashir highway near the city of Stupino, GAYs brake a father who did not have insurance.
Well, our brave internal bodies, as always, begin to pay a hairy fine. My father is nirvana.
This continued for a long time until Father, with his face already red from anger, said to one of the guardians of the member Zebra:
I hate you while I am alive!
So quickly, the Gaishniks did not even run for a salary, as they ran away from the angry Father who began to read the book.
:D

If scars decorate a man, then bath a cat every day - and you will become the sex symbol of your area.

Are you painted? O_O
A: It is a coincidence.
YYY: Is it a coincidence? How! → Have you dropped your face in a suitcase? O_O

And where does this passionate desire to save Erafia come from every time before the session?

In Japan, a white rabbit was born without ears
Comments: Pokemon hotels - get

In my opinion, the main genre of modern cinema can be described as "a film about special effects".

Koffboy's twitter: You go into the woods, you say "Barbara Streisand", and there are wolves from all sides: "Wowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowow

Some go on vacation abroad with enthusiasm, others with hope, and others with their wife.

Mechanics, Mechanics and Mechanics
At one of the Russian art exhibitions appeared a portrait of the writer
Uspensky, written by Kramsky. Gleb Ivanovich was drawn to the exhibition. He wandered through the halls modestly, as he was suddenly stopped by a fat gentleman with a massive gold chain decorated with diamonds. The man grabbed the writer’s hand and waved in praise:
– Gleb Ivanovich, I just bought your portrait.
What did you suddenly think of? Asked by Uspensky.
“Because I’m a big fan of your works,” replies the fat man.
Having learned from a friend that he had talked to the messenger, the famous vodka farmer Smirnov, Uspensky rushed to look for him.
“I wanted to ask,” he turned to the farmer, “where can I buy yours?”
The portrait?
What did you suddenly think of? He asks astonished and surprised.
The factory.
I am also a big fan of your works.

What is the noise in the street, Barrymore?
This is a gay parade, sir.
What do they want, Barrymore?
The same love, sir.
Does anyone prohibit them?
No to sir.
So why are they still making noise?
The pimples, sir

Rin: I saw the store today "SadDomik". Inside, of course, grabbed and pots, but as it sounds. I should have thought.
Rin: Immediately pulls to write: and Gomorruška. : 3

About the harm of driving young boys to the women’s bathroom or the Humiliation of Pride.

I always washed in the bathroom, my grandmother washed me and then washed myself. Since I was a child, they didn’t pay attention to me, but I addressed. And here we go somehow with my grandmother in the bus, in front of us sits an uncle with a liquid beard of red color. Since there was nowhere else to look, I stood up on him, and he, polished with such attention, began to communicate with me. and loud. The whole bus. On his head, on his beard.
Do you like what kind of beard your uncle has?
I cried out. I was taught that adults should be respected. Then he inspired continued, “Who am I like with such a beard?”
I don’t know what he expected to get in response, maybe he thought he looked like Lenin. But I enlightened him by opening him and the whole bus’s eyes to the bitter truth.
So who am I like, boy?
To my grandmother! I guessed loudly.
At the next stop, both we and the poor man rushed out of the bus, the rest wiping tears from laughter, went on with a great mood.

When did you realize you were God?
Well, I prayed and suddenly realized that I was talking to myself!

mimi: you know, after the occasion when I was saved from the drunk mint by the local gopars, I am no longer surprised by anything in this country.)