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About the cold
A funny incident happened to us with a friend of our Spanish family. They invited them to visit and decided to treat typical Russian dishes. Including the cold. The guests, after reviewing the dish, politely noticed that this soup was a bit cold and obviously forgotten to warm up. Even after long explanations that this was planned, the Spaniards did not dare to try it.
Listed here translation of an English book on human anatomy for toddlers. A person is depicted as he is depicted in biological books, such as a cut - a body with internal organs. And signatures, the brain, the trachea, the lungs, the heart, the stomach, etc. On the man dressed shorts, at first translucent, the color thickens to the opaque to the place of the connection of the legs. And among the names of human organs there is an organ - Shorts. And then again - the femur, etc.
And the essence is this: they called me in one office, fixed something, and at the same time asked to sort out the scanner, which supposedly suddenly stopped working. I go to the office to the head, an important one, about 55 years old, and I see on the table a shitty hand-held scanner. Only I try to take this article, as a hysterical, wailing cry is heard:
- Do not you dare! I do not allow anyone to touch anything in my office! I'll show it to you!
Then he sits down in an armchair, takes out a document from the drawer of the table, puts it on the table and begins the circus:
The scanner is taken to the left hand of the scanner, to its right 25-pin connector, a complex thought process is displayed on the face, after which the lanyard cord enters the technological socket of the mini-ATS hanging on the wall. You're still laughing, and I'll tell you later.
The scanner is slowly, but very strongly rolled on the lying document and put on the table strictly booty up (so that the information is not erased?). The document is postponed to the side, and the face of the thought is again displayed, which ends with the following actions: the index finger is sloshing, a clean sheet of paper is extracted from the pack, placed on the table and slowly and strongly rolled by the same unfortunate scanner.
After that, the paper sheet is brought to the face and for some time is carefully studied from two sides and the lumen.
The focus was not successful and the paper remained clean.
The scanner is pulled out from the mini-ATS and a verdict is issued.
- Does not work.
A curtain. Want to know how I otmazalsya from this event? Just demanded a scheme for the device, which was searched in the table, in the closet, in the tables of all the employees and, naturally, was not found.
The printer hanged himself
Employees of our company serve a network of retail outlets. During the change (at 8 o'clock in the morning) calls from frightened aunt-operators go on a regular basis. And here's the oil painting: another call with a cry for help - we have a printer hanged. The people are trying to figure out what happened, how it hung ...
At the other end of the wire just hysterics - everything hangs.
They take the car out on the "scene of the incident," go into the room and against the window, the jalousie is seen:
A dangling printer with a cord pulled out of the socket. In short, the rope from the blinds got inside, wound up ...
I hope everyone imagines how the people in the office narrated about this
Phrases that can spoil everything.
Sometimes it's better to be silent than to talk. Chewing at the same time is not necessary.
You go on a date. You are young, good-looking, earn good money. Your career is taking off. You are clean-shaven and smell nice cologne.
Your tie is fine, the shirt is fresh, the shoes and teeth are polished to shine, elegant dark gray socks are stretched like a string.
You are in a hurry to a woman. You just got acquainted, but, it seems, you are already in love with her. To be frank, you're just in love with her. And you have good reason to hope for reciprocity. Perhaps, today you are her ...
... But in a couple of hours you are trudging home. The tie hangs dully. Complete failure. No, well, at first everything was just cool! And suddenly something happened to her. She became boring, angry and very quickly washed away.
What's the matter, huh? Maybe she just has schizophrenia with sharp mood swings? ..
HARDLY. RIGHT THAN ONLY, YOU JUST SAID SOMETHING NOT THAT. And even this was not noticed. Generally speaking with women is not so difficult. For this, it is not at all necessary to be a genius in the forehead and to complete special psychological courses.
Just try to avoid the typical mistakes that most often lead to fatal consequences. In our opinion, there are about fifteen of them.
1. "Wow, you have torn pantyhose!"
Do you know how a gentleman differs from a well-educated person? If a well-mannered person accidentally walks into the bathroom, where an unknown lady is washing, he exclaims: "A thousand apologies, madam!". And the gentleman calmly says: "Excuse me, sir, I seem to have forgotten my glasses here."
I bet 100 against 1, that she already knows. Up to you the nightmarish news about pantyhose she was informed by five colleagues, the headmistress, the guard and eleven case attendant passers-by. To imagine how she is feeling now, imagine that you forgot to put on your pants and showed up at a restaurant in blue underpants.
Strictly speaking, she might well have canceled the date. Minor trouble, whether it's a broken nail or a blot on a blouse, a woman often seems like a catastrophe. But she did come. Because I wanted to see you and sincerely hoped that you would not notice anything. Or notice, but behave like that gentleman. Alas, she was cruelly mistaken.
2. "You are very beautiful! Well, just like Christina Orbakaite!"
On the way to a date, repeat the mantra: "She is the best, she is the best!"
This will help you avoid comparisons that are fraught with unpredictable
Consequences. "Do you think I look like that ugly creature ?!" Here is the softest, that you can hear in response.
If you compare it with Venus Milos, she will decide that you are hinting at her coldness and lack of hands. If with her adored grandmother Anfisa Vsevolodovna risk a slap in the face. Note that comparing a woman to a man ("Honey, you work like Papa Carlo!" Or "Ha-ha-ha! Well, you're right Zhvan-netsky!" Is also not recommended.
But this phenomenon has the opposite effect: the phrase "You absolutely do not like anyone!" Your girlfriend will take as a compliment. Always. Even if in fact you had in mind its unique ability to drop a pizza five times per hour.
3. "Do you have an orgasm? Vaginal or clitoral?"
Clumsy attempts to talk on such a delicate topic will not lead to anything good. Women do not like to talk about sex, at least until it starts. It is not necessary to describe in the paints your fantastic erection. And please do not retell her articles from our magazine, they are not written for this.
If you are lucky, then it will give you a chance to demonstrate all your sexual talents, knowledge and skills in practice. More work, fewer words!
4. "Are you like in a divorce? Or was not married in general?"
Destroyed or unsuccessful marriage to your companion this topic will not please, in particular, if she is already in her twenties. She was going to have a good time with you, so why remind her of the unpleasant? There is such a piquant moment: your lady may well be married.
A terrible situation, in which you put it your question, will not in any way contribute to your rapprochement. And what if she answers "I'm a widow" and furtively whisk a tear? Here you are in an awkward position.
The rest of the evening will be devoted to embarrassing apologies and talks about the prematurely deceased. Who needs it?
You can rest assured that if you do not bother asking and you can get into the trust in a lady, very soon you will learn everything about her personal life. And even more. In truth, you will dream that she will at last stop describing the scene of her second husband's acquaintance and the fifteenth lover!
But at this stage, you should not call her to frankness. Everything is too personal and sad (death, illness, abortion, dismissal) is best left for later.
5. "I have not been lucky all my life ..."
Pity brings together. Be sure to tell her how cruelly the evil boss hurts you. Do not forget to mention that you stole a purse, dried your favorite cactus and broke the exercise bike. Add that your billboard recently fell a billboard, and it sobs on your shoulder, saying:
"Poor you, poor ..."
Then he blows his nose, pays for your coffee and leaves for good, leaving a bundle of paper handkerchiefs to himself.
In the eyes of a woman loser is not the most attractive male type. In particular, if the loser is also unsure of himself a bore. Therefore, even if in recent times your business is not too rosy, do not whine:
Complaints are unlikely to improve the situation.
6. "You need to go in for sports!"
One of my friends believes that most often this phrase is pronounced by men who are only familiar with two types of physical exercises: football on TV and art rowing. The whole day, you know, rowing and rowing food from the refrigerator! Of course, you are not one of them. But even if you do not get out of the gym and colleagues respectfully call you Van Dam-moom, it's still not an excuse to insult your Van Damu! For the language of your call translates as follows: "In my opinion, you are too fat!". Do you know what will happen next? Either you will never see again, or in half a year it will turn into a skeleton, and in windy weather, she will have to carry a couple of irons with her, so as not to be blown away.
... And maybe you just wanted to invite her to play a game of chess?
7. "Last summer I bought a castle in Monte Carlo, but with my residence in Hawaii it can not be compared."
You were not taught as a child, what to boast of is not good? Or do you consider money your only masculine dignity?
Of course, if you are sure that your companion also has his own villa in the Bahamas and a six-figure account in the bank, then all is ok.
8. "The woman behind the wheel is a natural disaster!"
Since this is a men's magazine, I, of course, will not write anything about the fact that women know the traffic rules better, drive more accurately, and their reaction is faster. What for? The editor will still cross out. There is a much more flattering idea for you:
A woman by nature is a terrible coward. She is simply afraid to overtake and cut, and accelerating to 45 km / h, feels like a lick.
And only because of this, it rarely falls into an accident.
But seriously, before you allow yourself such generalizations, make sure that your girlfriend really drives much worse than you. And did she study at the Academy of Physical Education in the specialty of "auto-sport"?
In life, after all, anything can happen.
And do not forget that a female driver in some situations can be very handy. For example, on a frosty winter night after a corporate bachelor party, you do not have to stumble on an empty highway: it will come rushing and take you to your destination. Of course, provided that you change the wording: "The woman behind the wheel is ... so comfortable!"
They bring some two cops from the night shift to the sobering-up station, and they are absolutely none at all. They can not say anything and everything, sorry, pale. Take a sample for alcohol, and they are sober like glass! Later the cops came to their senses and that's what they told: they appointed them on night shift to be on duty in the park on the alley of amusement. Well, there fucking wheels all sorts, carousels, etc. And among other things a carousel called "Surprise." This is such a healthy circle, on the perimeter of which are standing places. It starts to rotate and from the horizontal plane goes into the vertical plane - people are held by the sides by centrifugal force. Then all this is switched off from the switch and this circle again goes to the horizontal plane and stops. So these two friends decided to go for a ride. One climbed onto the attraction. The other one turned it on ...
And while he was racing, he also jumped ...
The watchman came at six in the morning ...
There are qualifying competitions in armwrestling. Against a man with a set of "shaved closet with mezzanine" comes "long and skinny" (apparently on a dispute). When the judge gave the command to the beginning and removed his hand from the hands of the partners, the skinny man rises and kisses the closet in his bald head ... after which he quietly flops his hand ... The skinny won the round, and while he ran away, the audience was holding the razier's closet ...
You will not Recognise Me?
Went on the bus and watched this picture. A drunk man comes into the bus and sits down. A grandmother-conductor comes up and asks what his ticket is for. Then the below dialogue takes place. Man:
- You will not Recognise Me?
Conductor, with a dull face:
"Do not you know seriously?"
Conductor, with an even more stupid face:
"No, well, what in nature do not you recognize?"
- No!!! And who are you?
A man, with a satisfied air:
- So I'm a hare.
Stage one: Romantic.
The first weeks of cohabitation are characterized by increased accuracy of both sides, frequent sex in the kitchen, in the bathroom, in the bed, on the wall, on the chandelier and God knows where else. The aunt daily shaves her legs and wears beautiful underpants even under jeans, she is shocked by her culinary talents, the whole apartment is waxed in stains from romantic candles. The muschschina is also always clean-shaven, socks neatly hides in an unknown place, washes dishes, submissively takes out the garbage, drags out expensive products, brews coffee in the morning and brings it to bed.NO: really steaming about how to quietly poke. Pukat smell in tubzike romantic beauty is impossible. Not wanting to swim away the shit turns into a problem of universal scale.
Stage two: addictive.
The first six months of cohabitation are characterized by gradual tapping. The toilet problem has disappeared, the red panties from the rubbing anus of the tulle have given way to sporty underwear, the streaks from the candles have been scraped off. The regular sauce is more and more traditional. Legs shave daily, but you can already afford to stagger around the apartment in an old stretched T-shirt with a large inscription .. pa (gift of friends on the 18th birthday). The restaurant switches to the traditional menu, or even McDonald's or crab sticks. Wash the dishes, but the garbage and the dog is still behind it. In general, everything is fine, BUT: during this period, the first quarrels begin about the scattered clothes, the dirt and other nonsense stuffed with shoes - crap, cache, but the tetkinskaya nature of such things can not be forgiven! Hard time, the strongest survive!
Stage three: the family.
The first one and a half or two years of living together is a serious relationship. Moms and dads have already married you, they are waiting - they will not wait when you can call relatives from Ukraine to devour salads at your wedding. During this period, roles are established, responsibilities are assigned-someone is engaged in the distribution of the budget, someone with economic problems, etc. (and lately I have been meeting couples where the aunts are the first to do it, and the last to be mushchshchina, so these Roles are not axiomatic). Sacks - at will, the couples are less and less likely to find strength in this sporting feat. The mother goes to bed in a nightingale at the darts and clicks on her daily shave of her feet, the muschschina in the morning scratches her eggs and rushes around the apartment in the Extended families. Farts in the toilet and unsinkable shit - an excuse for a family rzhachki, scattered clothing, an occasion for sawing, garbage and a dog-in the mood.
Stage four: family.
Three to five years of cohabitation, whether there is a stamp in the passport is absolutely not important. Oh, this is a wonderful time! Aunt and muschschina are so related that without problems they are engaged in such wonderful things as squeezing acne from each other on the back, studying and treating each other's sores, wandering around the apartment in unshaven legs and underarms, in severe cases, in hair curlers and dirty gowns. Common, the dishes wash weak, the dog died, the trash can be taken out after a long psychological treatment. They say that this period accounts for the largest percentage of divorces - like any routine, family life can get bored: acne on the back can easily lose to the red tulle underpants of another aunt.
The man in the women's collective.
The first week at work.
Well, just Otpad! That's what I hit successfully - eight women in the room, for every taste! Still, how great to work with women - clean, cozy, flowers-cacti! Lunch at home is fed - grace! To the right you will look whose-thread ass, on the left - a leg, and next to me there is such breast! All quietly doing something, the working moments are discussed in a whisper, no one is yelling at the floor and does not laugh at the jokes with udraff.som. Eyes shoot, stockings sparkle: Well otpad, guys, I'm in paradise!
A month at work.
The chest is next to her, the most beautiful legs in the room are lesbian. And in general - nothing! I work in three directions - a widow at the age of a window, a young intern at the door, well, I do not leave my chest next (if there is at least one chance, I must take it!). The widow wears lunches, she brings her trainee to the subway, and the chest inspires. Yesterday I told the girls a trite anecdote, turned red, but they giggled-normal aunts! They like to be secretive - they will gather from someone's computer thread and whisper to themselves, come up - diverge. Three months at work. Breast resigned, the old woman fell off, the widow switched to a new object. He planted his aunts on udraff.som, hung over the entrance poster "All power - padonkam." To feed, paint and whisper ceased - discuss the pads out loud: my mother, how many they have there all is fancy! Now I pass the master class "female orgasm for teapots" - I get the information first-hand: I learned to distinguish between the fake and the present. Oh, suddenly all the same luck, and it will reach practice? I go for rolls to tea, I carry heavy folders, move tables. In general, it is tolerable, but there would be another guy here at least one - it would be more fun.
Half a year at work.
I know everything. A gynecologist for insurance - a man, Leonid Arkadyevich, pads for every day - is harmful, with pregnancy you often want to write, a tampon should be changed once every four hours, with a monthly drink, a bra and panties should be the same color, lacquer on hands and feet - too . Loreal and Bourgeois - rolls, Garnier - shit, peasants goats (under the statement the actual base is put in), George Clooney - sweetheart, preziki often rub, Poor Nastya - serial, instead of the abstract woman-loser. Aunts often quarrel among themselves, but in the end they always get to me - at the first sign of scandal I squeeze into an armchair and mimicry under the keyboard. Damn, how hard it is with them - they would take at least one more normal man!
Seven months at work.
What could be worse than PMS and March 8? Only PMS from eight aunts in the same room on the eve of the eighth of March. I'm silent. I'm transparent. I'm not, it's an illusion. The main thing is not to move - there is a mazo to get a punch through the head: I bought them a cake, and they all stuck to a diet - stumbled. Pipets, guys, I'm in hell!
Year at work.
Yesterday I was appointed head of the department. Today I took a job with one breast and one with legs, threw out all the cacti and punchers for fuck. Again they started feeding, silent and smiling: Chest planted next to him. Vse-taki is kajf in work in a female collective, muzhiks, I answer!
A woman in a man's team
Month one. Good.
That's the horror - all around the muzhiks alone! I'm alone, and there are ten of them (and among them there are cute ones)! You can get rid of it: you do not have to put on a skirt (it's like naked), you do not have to ask for anything (or another hour around you there will be a crowd of scampering peasants), you can not pee (in front of the cardboard door there is always a group of smokers They all work very hard - they stare at the monitor like crazy, you can not talk to a friend - all the men talk on the phone for no longer than 5 minutes and solely for work, you can not go to a site with pantyhose, and Jennifer Lopez does not discuss You can go nuts!
The second month. Well, it seems nothing.
You can write to the neighbors (there is a separate women's toilet), you can sit on the site with pantyhose, if you make a muzzle brick. Jennifer Lopez does not roll here, some kind of Anita Blond is driving here. All the talk about winter tires, motor oil and computer brains, my Peugeot 206 causes them contemptuous spasms. To my requests are all much calmer, cute men with every day is becoming less.
The third month. You can live.
Anita Blond is a German woman with a chest of 10 numbers, Jennifer Lopez really does not roll against her. Studded rubber - sucks, now no one rides on it, the best oil is synthetic, the site with pantyhose is approved, the girlfriend is presented and also approved. The skirt is approved, the number of cute men has decreased to one. Guys at tubtsik evaporate after the phrase: "Boys, I want to write," the phrase on the phone "I'm on a different level!" Refers to the network shooter, and not to hard work.
Month of the sixth. All their own.
I changed Peugeot for a nine, I do not ride a bitch on a sludge, Lopez has a fat ass - she does not roll, yesterday the logistics department was done with the men in Doom, with them a box of beer. They ordered prostitutes on the site - advised their guys how to distinguish their own tits from silicone. All right, guys, I'll go get the piss. No one nice face, even work change!
Changed the brains of the company, made the men in the brothel, drank the sysadmin on Friday. Yesterday a new girl came, nothing like that, with a strong ass. She hesitates to go to the toilet and sit on women's sites. Salaga.
A note found on the windshield:
I'm not kidding !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DEAR FRIEND !
From March 1, 200 * your car "Toyota Lexus" state. No 307-56 is located in the parking lot near the house on the street. Lermontov, 10.
Every night tenants of this house are forced to listen for a few hours to a variety of tones, issued by the burglar alarm of your car. During this time, you have never deigned to remotely or directly cancel the alarm, having the opportunity to do so. But you are absolutely unable after your nocturnal orgies to wake up and turn off your "siren".
I have a huge request to you: it's more respectful to treat people living near you and try to control the sounds produced by your new beautiful machine from now on. I highly recommend that in the next few days it is a good idea to turn off false alarms issued by your car's security system at the slightest extraneous sounds in due time, such as: the passage of a patrol car along this parking lot, the barking of stray dogs, a brief alarm on the neighboring car, and other.
In the case of dissatisfaction with my request in the near future (two days), and ignoring the disconnection of the "alarm" signal within 10 minutes, your luxurious car will suffer the following fate:
First, a sharpened drill, I almost silently pierce the glass of the driver's door, penetrate into the interior and press the button to open the hood. If the alarm does not give a command to unlock the lock, then, by mounting the hood slightly lifted and, through the formed gap of 2 cm, I snack the hydraulic lock with the hydraulic scissors, the hood lock, I will penetrate into the engine compartment and break off the plastic "siren" of your E # signaling. Then I'll tear out the ignition wires and put my "spider" wires with a processor for distributing pulses.
After the "siren" will fly and bitten locks on the steering wheel and pedals. Then I connect the hose to the fuel injection system from the pre-stored 5-liter gas canister, I will throw it directly under the hood. There I will stretch the "whip" wires, to bypass the electrical system.
A minute later, I pass the hydraulic locks to the larva of the lock "Multi-Loka" on the gearbox and start the engine. In two minutes and twenty seconds I will leave the parking lot on your "Lexus".
After a week of unsuccessful search, when the power supply of the immobilizer sits down, I will pull out the car in a secluded place from the river, I will find a # $% immobilizer and do it in a rented garage. And a week later your former car will be sounding a new alarm already in another # $% like you, in another yard, in another city, where I fortunately will not be at that moment.
You have two days to think about. During this time, I will try to improve my skills and try to steal your car in 53 seconds, like the one # #% "Lincoln Navigator" that gave night concerts under the windows of my mother's apartment ...
GREAT AND MIGHTY NOT ONLY RUSSIAN (real story about the discrepancies)
A certain young lady successfully settled on the specialty (engineer) in a solid Israeli firm. I quickly got used to it, got a decent salary, bought a car. And it took her to go on business, she asked the head of the hospital and went. And the chief made a meeting. Everyone is sitting, talking and there is a call. The chief was too lazy to pick up the phone and pressed the selector button, as a result the whole staff heard a touching story in a still fragile Hebrew:
"Haim, I'm in trouble." I went out onto the road (that's it, the promised differentiation: in Hebrew, identical to Russian, "went to the panel") and some goat fucked me from behind, I told him "What are you doing?" And he " You're to blame. "I say," I'm not guilty. If you fucked me in front, you could argue, but you fucked me from behind, so pay money. "And he replies" You got up so that I could not fuck you. "I explain to him that it does not matter , Because the one who fucks from behind, always pays, and he says he does not want to pay, and I say that I have men who will not give anyone who wants to fuck me from behind and not pay money. you are welcome".
The employees turned out to be gentlemen and when they could get out from under the table, they plunged into the car and went to rescue the victim. She worked in the company for a long time, promoted, but from time to time, one of the old-timers was interested in her how much it was worth fucking her from behind.
Inscriptions on mattresses
Pioneers - fuckers! 1991
Pioneers - chmyri! 1992
And who are the pioneers? 1996
I want to go home! Olezhka, 3rd unit, 1997
We are very sad, we so do not want to leave! .. Hooray! At the father's factory there was a fire and the bus did not come for us !!! We stay for another day! Hooray!!! Anya and Olya, 3rd unit, 1997.
I will NEVER write on MATTRESSES MORE.
I will NEVER write on MATTRESSES MORE.
I will NEVER write on MATTRESSES MORE.
I will NEVER write on MATTRESSES MORE.
I will NEVER write on MATTRESSES MORE.
I will NEVER write on MATTRESSES MORE.
Leader of the 7th detachment is a fool! Serezha, a senior educator.
I want to go home! Oleja, 2nd Detachment, 1998
And they bought me Dendy! Sanka, 2 children.
And to me - SEGA! Lech, 2 ex.
Simply I was less humiliated! Sanka, 2 children.
Sashenka rests here for the third year, he likes everything, thank you very much! Antonina Nikolaevna, mother.
We told this to Mama Sani Bald that it is a mattress of complaints and suggestions! And she believed! HY-GY !!! Boys 2 otr.
Yesterday night, the boys from the 4th detachment fastened me to this mattress.
They fastened and left. Children ... Lucy, the leader of the 4 detachment.-
Zemfira - RULEZ! I got stuck in this gadyushnik with pop youngsters!
Zemfira, if you did not like working in our camp, you could write a statement.
Pattsan from 2 children. SMOKING!
And they beat the informers! HY-GY !!! Boys 2 otr.
I love Sergei from the 6th squad! Olya from the 5 th.
I love Olya from group 5! Seryozha from the 6th detachment.
I want to go home! Oleg, 1 detachment, 1999
What a fool I was! Serezha from the 5th order.
Yes, you were a fool! Olya from the 4th order.
Sasha Masha = L! Jean, 1 squad.
Jean! Enough to sing! Zadolbal!
Fizruk is a fool! Girls 3 otr.
You yourself are fools, who writes on mattresses like that! It seems to be adults, we must understand that on the mattresses they write only stupid little children!
They will fill the whole mattress - there is nowhere to insert a word for an intelligent person!
The upbringer sucks! And we are such cute cormorants and all that! B. and B., not in the detachment, but so, drove to the heifer ...
I want to go home! Oleg, counselor, 2000.
Enough to write on mattresses! Olya, the 2nd.
Olya, put stress in the word "write"! Kostya, 2 flights
HY-GY !!! Boys 2 otr.
Anarchy is the mother of gymnastics! In the third unit there is a thin boy, and the cook has stolen a kilogram of butter! The system of our camp dulls the free person! Give the UN address !!! Ksyusha, 7 years old, 8 squad.
Write to me at the address: Kemerovo region, Kurkino village, Bold Cattle Breeders, 7 Olya, 5 otr. 2000
Sign the index, scarecrow! Such boys missed! HY-GY !!! Boys 2 otr.- I want to go home! Oleg, educator, 2001
NIRVANA, METALLICA, NAPALM DEATH! BlackHateGirl, 4f.
Jura of connecting rods !!! Backstreet Boys, VIRUS !!! Nataha, 4th of the.
Do you dishonor the detachment, gopota? BlackHateGirl, 4 ot
Shcha neformalke all pins from the nose pull out! Nataha, Mach and the implied Gray and Kostik, 4f.
Mom, take me away from here! Anton, 8 years old.
Antokha, but what for 8 years? HY-GY !!! Boys 2 otr.
I want to go home! Oleg Ivanovich, Senior Teacher, 2002.
If you are reading this mattress, then I'm no longer in the camp ..
Anton Vera = L. Sasha Vera = L. Anton Serega = L ... Serega and Anton! Here either A or A!
I want to go home! Oleg Ivanych, Camp Director, 2003
OFF HANDS FROM OUR HOUSE !!! Bedbugs.
What an old mattress! Urgently replace! Casteljansha, 2003