Button "I want more!" does it mean even more different quotes?
And the feeling that this is a reduction from "I want again the same, only in mix"

I wanted to write that I hate the cold and the melting... but then I sweat. Then the heat. Then sweat again.
I hate the weather at all.

> they laugh at you, the whole world.

It should be said: "Sharovers".

“Well, I’ve burned all my ears like she loves diamonds, how cool and beautiful they are and in general. And I took it the next day and bought an Offigen diamond crown on a cup. The king packed, the batch grabbed and gave her in the evening.
She opened and froze with her mouth open. Then he grabbed the drill and ran to the bathroom.
She pierced a huge hole right in the middle of the mirror, then, passing past me back in full space, stated that I was a horse and could not distinguish diamonds from wolfram carbide. She gave a crown with a drill, and went to cry.
I look inside the crown, and the ring with the stone is not that I glued it inside! Fuck, I think, while she was there drilling the drill, it probably went into the shell. I turned the bath. I broke the syphon. It all broke out. I sit and marry quietly. I hear chickens, infection, behind the back. I look around - looks, beast, with a clever eye and a ring shines on the finger.
Doolingo I look at her.

Well, I don’t think she can distinguish fianite from diamond.

xxx: A barbecue is a great way to lose all the documents together.

Yyy: I’ve heard it’s called a heart attack.

Dialogue at work during the preparation of tender documentation for the state company:
- It is very difficult to comply with all the conditions of this quotation request, this tender only Satan can win, bringing everything on paper... there will be something in the style:
Lawyer: - Something I don't see here the signature of the blood of the nine-year-old with a blue seal?
I – here is she.
Lawyer: -Sure, well, but why did you go not backwards, paragraph 358 of section 94 letter D of the quotation request?
I'm sorry I'll go out and go as I'm supposed to.
Lawyer: - Well, but next time without Marrakech, we will not accept anything from you!
Dada understood
Lawyer: Where is your goat? Did you bring him at all?
Yes, he is in the corridor.

The stove has its disadvantages - the uneven heating of the house, the products of combustion in the air (at least with a good stove, but still they are), some amount of physical exercise (two bags of wood a day and a truck of wood once a year) and trained automation to remember that wood must be thrown. But it has its advantages - you can turn off the water, electricity or gas, but no stove will turn off your oven!

For some reason, the window to the West, to take over the good, we cut a small, and the bubble pipeline to the offshore - a hollow diameter...

Our country is something.

We are used to spending our holidays on the beach in the Krasnodar Territory or praising Karelia da Baikal with Seliger.

And I want to share my impressions of Vorkuta.

I went, I could say, on a trip there.



The first surprise is mosquitoes. No to mosquitoes.

It is just 3.14 children of the universe scale.

Tasting jeans at once. And they don’t fly around with the hint that they’re going to bite now – they don’t eat.

I just saw you, you’re a star. The FAS.

Bite with direct pickling. The shit.



The second is the tundra. A huge green sea of grass.

There are clouds - the Urals are not visible, there are no clouds - the Urals are here. And before them, a minute, more than 100 km.



I came in summer. You get out of the train, hot. +20 is there. Everyone in their upper clothes goes on.

I think what for?

I didn’t take my jacket with me. And after half an hour it fell under the snow - the wind changed (tundra, like the sea). When it was south, it was hot.

When I went from the North Pole, I was barely frozen like the Germans in the 41st.



Many homes start from the 2nd floor.

But the streets are straight and the cleanliness in the city is perfect.



The people there are working real.

Workut, hello to you!

An avid citizen in an Odessa restaurant timidly touched the hand of a man wearing a coat:
“Sorry,” he spoke. Are you not Rabinovich?
No is! He whispered that.
“You know, I’m Rabinovich, and you’re wearing my coat!

XXX: And another man was successfully transplanted a pork. Do you know what this means?
YYY: Is he now trading in the calash line?

My mom told me recently how I met my relatives. Who does what now, who looks like, where they live, how many children and so on.
XXX: Yes, it's all like from another life, even wondering how Masha looks now, a hundred years has not seen...
WOW: She hasn’t changed much. She has improved a little, but not very much. And then she started doing it... herself... like him... HORROR! Turn around and lose weight like before.
The xx :? Do you mean the Pilot? ?
WOW: Yes of course!

semiurg: The cost of gas input to the site, when I was last interested, was called 180 thousand rubles. Yes, I think that for ten meters of the pipe comes somehow expensive, but I do not have to argue with Gazprom. He is a “public property,” and I am not yet.

Speaking the truth is much more pleasant when the solder is still cold.

This is:

and Costa Rica. There are no tanks, no missiles, not even an army. And no one came to cover anything, compared to the neighbors quite a prosperous country. The environment is the best.

LOL, tanks on the Costa Rican terrain are a very necessary thing, and missiles on its surface, too. Apparently, the Costa Rican army is called the Civil Guard and is essentially patronized by the United States, you do not call it an army. Well then strain and try to think about how it might be - there is no army, and there is a professional holiday for the Costa Rican military.

From the Women’s Forum:
I want a daughter, Ludmila Pavlovna. Only the husband Alexey."

I read the neighbor’s website yesterday. The story about the kitchen suddenly ended with a phrase, say, finally removed the room, but then the husband began to blow right in the toilet. I was confused by this story line, okay.
Today on the same site a fresh story - about the toilet. It ends with the same paragraph. From the story of the kitchen he was drunk.

guys, you there filter your content before submitting, don’t burn like that))))

I approach my car. A man departs from the stop and goes to me:

Go to the center.

I look at his criminal face and honestly say:

I do not take strangers.

He stretches out my hand and says:

and Tola.

In full seriousness. and what? In principle, he is right. What he heard, he answered. I found a logical answer. You won’t say it on your face.

Scientists have discovered the easiest way to protect yourself from severe old age.

Live fast, die young?

One man was successfully transplanted a pig’s heart. Do you know what this means?
YYY: Is he no longer cosher?