Xxx: List of used literature

The biggest lie of any student.

When I was studying at Doshafe, the instructor told me. He had meant one student, drove off the field, and here is the first exit to the city. Prepare to leave, and here the instructor remembers the documents forgotten on the table. He goes out of the car, goes to the docks, returns... No cars, no students. and panic. They jump into the cars and go looking for them. They find the untouchable quickly about a kilometer from the field. The car in the cube on the side. A student stands next to me. I was scared and bleak. When asked why she left alone, the answer was unexpected: “I wanted to surprise you.”

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End of the 90s. We sit with a girl at her house and argue. I say that the entire female sex is talking and can’t keep secrets. She said we are not like that. I say that I will go to the pharmacy now, do this and that, and then it will be seen.

The pharmacy was on the first floor, where our friend worked, more mine than my girlfriend. I introduced them. I buy a pack of condoms and in a conspiracy tone I say to my girlfriend that I don’t get broken. I go up to the third floor, open the door, my girlfriend looks at me, puts the phone on and silently goes into the room. has proved.

But right now I understand perfectly that the men in terms of balabolism, too, have not gone far.

The largest number in the world is the Chiclo Pi.

I am 48 years old, they say, old age suits me.

And I suddenly remembered – I was placed in the hospital when I was only 6 years old, I did not go to school at the time...

August month, summer... on Saturday my mom came to visit me.... and here we are just walking on the pine pine... around quietly... no one... and I am so happy - so happy - that I just go with my mom!!! to

This is the happiness that...

(Now here - my mother has not been six years old - and in those times, when I was only six years old, - I was ashamed of my mother with the boys - then the most offensive nickname was - "Mommy's son" - DOBLE BLA!!!@ by

How stupid we were when we were children, we didn’t like our own happiness!

We will not embrace my mother, we will not kiss her. The boys will not understand!

Since childhood, society has been so disturbing.

and further...

Xxx: The guy took the towel out of the box.

I: Oh, the last as I am in your life.

He: silently gets two others, who were lying on the bottom of the box.



She: Oh you are a cowboy. Who are these prostitutes?

Xxx: Bolshinctsvom golookov belocnežkya and ceмь gnoomov ppogolookvali za cexc, ppy oднom golookie ppotiv.

I’ve noticed where you need to go, at this moment you’re usually not needed by anyone. You don’t need anybody. This is just where you need a puddle.

has long been. and Spain. The Command. I decided to have dinner with a colleague. We sit in a bar on the shore. They ate, and then a colleague remembers that he learned how to "girl" in Spanish. I went to the bartender and said:

Friends, help us, we need muchachos.

Mmm, are you sure of that?

Of course...

The bartender started calling someone’s number.

And then, of course, we learned that muchachos are boys and muchachas are girls. Only one letter can change lives.

A man sent his wife with children to the village. Drinking beer and breakfast. Just sat down, relaxed, ringing at the door. At the doorstep is a beautiful young woman.

I am your new neighbor, just moved. Here, I wanted to celebrate, bump and fuck. Are you free tonight?

by Daaa!

Do you sit with the child?

It is good to rest before work. Have a good rest after work. But the sweetest rest is to rest instead of work.

A blonde goes into a building store, long confused looking at the stands with nails and tails.
The consultant decided to come to help:
Girl, do you have something to say?
The Blonde:
Please tell me, do you have a dough?
The seller walked and found:
- Yes, there are two (shows on colleagues), I can bring three from the neighboring department. Will you all watch?
The Blonde:
Oh no, I’m sorry, Dybala!

Soviet Workers' Delegation in America.
Whose factory is this?
and Ford.
Whose cars are these?
of workers.

American Workers' Delegation to the USSR.
Whose is this factory?
It belongs to the workers.
Whose car is it worth?
Director of the factory.

I sat in the kitchen, cooking. The daughter approaches and says:

“Mommy, when I’m going to work, I’ll buy you food and pay for the service.

I was blinded.

She is 29 years old.

To die for the Motherland and to die for the Fatherland, as they say in Odessa, are two big differences.

Nina walked through her country on the third day..When she looked at, translated, touched endless little things dear to the heart - old read books, photographs in homemade frames, clothes in the closet, simple dishes in the servette.
“Yes,” Nina understood, “son is right, she has no reason to stay here. It barked something. have to sell. Jurkish money is needed in this Germany.
She has not seen her son for seven years. As I left then with my wife... only calls when something is needed. Now the money was needed. It requires. And Nina has only one in Khrushchev in Izmajlovo, and this...
Previously, they lived as a large family in a spacious three-bedroom apartment in Sokolniki. Ninina’s parents were still alive, a beloved husband was alive. When Jurka grew up and married, and Nina was widowed, the son insisted on the exchange of an apartment. Nina humbly moved to a single house in a strange area. Then Jurk and his wife moved to Germany and sold their home.
Nina was alone. 6 months a year she spent in the country, where she spent her childhood, where a small apple tree and straw garden bloomed in the spring, smelled sirene and jasmine.
Selling the house was the end of Nina's life. But a son is a son. There was no exit. Nina accepted it.
To buy this piece of land with a tiny old house instantly agreed neighbor Nina Kolka. The forty-year-old good neighbor, Jyrki's mate, with whom his son grew up here, was playing, riding a bicycle.
formed the documents. Nina immediately transferred the money to her son. She cleaned the house and the plot and clicked through the fence of Kolku to give the keys.
“Aunt Nin,” asked Kolka, “That’s so! I signed the paper. Live a hundred years, it is yours. You cannot sell it anymore. For me, this money does not play a special role, and Yurek will have enough of you to do it! They are insatiable with their wife.

by Olga Malceva

There have been so many incredible and unthinkable wilds this year that I’t be surprised if I stopped crawling.

The richer the female inner world, the more sophisticated the hysterics.

Waiting for the MFC, cnyala paltto. Handcuffed at the coft by the elbow, seen the tattoo of Pushkin.
In the midst of the lion's eyes, the lion's eyes, the lion's eyes, the lion's eyes, the lion's eyes, the lion's eyes, the lion's eyes, the lion's eyes.
Issue of Issue:
The guy of you? Going to Tata.
I would eat, I say. I love the ego.
How are they called?
and cash.
What is it, broccoli?
and dying. They killed.
A long time?
of old.
Is the man Chechnya?
My husband is.
And what? Reacted to?
Beethoven at least.
Are you something?
I molts.
Wow, a very nice little. You will be killed, you will be killed, you will be killed.
Yes, and the ctixie can write.
A pizzard?
of offices.
That’s all that!
And then he said, “Happy.”
Close to c AC at this moment was almost a chance. I love this tattoo, I love it. She squeezes the mesdick in the cough of realnocti.