"... The only thing he loves, it's cracking pads of plastic packaging."
Well, relax?
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Labour Charges Service Tax
olia_tandoori @ 2010-01-23T12: 46:00
And yet, I love the Sabbath.
And vpolshestogo morning to get up,
and meet that same unwavering mysterious nun ,
and fill up the train,
and was horrified to jump on each of the last 5 stops to the end,
and crawl into underground among the eternally young, eternally kissing, drunken,
sometimes have time to grab coffee with milk,
and then work - The relaxed, lazy, hard-pulling,
and then back to the subway and the train ...
all in fun!
A house I will have to wait for unsurpassed chicken с хрустящей корочкой. И её автор
.
And yet, I love the Sabbath.
And vpolshestogo morning to get up,
and meet that same unwavering mysterious nun ,
and fill up the train,
and was horrified to jump on each of the last 5 stops to the end,
and crawl into underground among the eternally young, eternally kissing, drunken,
sometimes have time to grab coffee with milk,
and then work - The relaxed, lazy, hard-pulling,
and then back to the subway and the train ...
all in fun!
A house I will have to wait for unsurpassed chicken с хрустящей корочкой. И её автор
.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Concealed Toilet Cistern Remove
olia_tandoori @ 2010-01-17T21: 37:00
Было задание написать сказку.
The Locust "So sang? Then now please to dance "- was the last cicada heard before the heavy door of the house of the Ant is closed in front of their noses.
"In front of my nose. How odd - thought the Locust. - If only I have a nose. " And he touched his little face, just in case.
Indeed, only a nose, and also has begun to freeze. Tried to warm up dancing, but the movement of their wings produced small fine air currents that only increased the feeling of cold.
"What I do now?" - He asked, while a tiny tear fell their eyes and then turned to ice.
The snow kept falling, tiny white stars that made the valley seem the Milky Way on earth.
"If I do nothing, if I stay here crying, and may never see the flowers" - was said and the light of hope shone and was reflected in every facet of their eyes.
Then he looked around and saw that on the other side of the valley where the forest was already beginning, grew large and strong oak branches, in which she might could find refuge. Before I did not think that someday I could fly that far, but not freezing, it was time to act. Flew to the oak trees, as fast as he could. Approaching
saw a hole in the bark of a tree, enough to hide from any cold. Picked up pieces of acorns and keep inside the hole. He spent the winter
arranging their new home, and when at last the sun began to warm the air and earth, the Locust emerged from his house, climbed a branch of oak i started sing. Valley residents heard their music and were delighted with the realization that the heat would soon return, and the world again be filled with color and life. His song was the Prelude to Summer.
*** After a few summers and winters, a Swallow explained that I had the pleasure of visiting the famous Valley School of Music and even met Miss Locust itself, surrounded by his students - the creatures ants.
Критика приветствуется.
Было задание написать сказку.
The Locust "So sang? Then now please to dance "- was the last cicada heard before the heavy door of the house of the Ant is closed in front of their noses.
"In front of my nose. How odd - thought the Locust. - If only I have a nose. " And he touched his little face, just in case.
Indeed, only a nose, and also has begun to freeze. Tried to warm up dancing, but the movement of their wings produced small fine air currents that only increased the feeling of cold.
"What I do now?" - He asked, while a tiny tear fell their eyes and then turned to ice.
The snow kept falling, tiny white stars that made the valley seem the Milky Way on earth.
"If I do nothing, if I stay here crying, and may never see the flowers" - was said and the light of hope shone and was reflected in every facet of their eyes.
Then he looked around and saw that on the other side of the valley where the forest was already beginning, grew large and strong oak branches, in which she might could find refuge. Before I did not think that someday I could fly that far, but not freezing, it was time to act. Flew to the oak trees, as fast as he could. Approaching
saw a hole in the bark of a tree, enough to hide from any cold. Picked up pieces of acorns and keep inside the hole. He spent the winter
arranging their new home, and when at last the sun began to warm the air and earth, the Locust emerged from his house, climbed a branch of oak i started sing. Valley residents heard their music and were delighted with the realization that the heat would soon return, and the world again be filled with color and life. His song was the Prelude to Summer.
*** After a few summers and winters, a Swallow explained that I had the pleasure of visiting the famous Valley School of Music and even met Miss Locust itself, surrounded by his students - the creatures ants.
Критика приветствуется.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Do Guys Like Big Breasts
olia_tandoori @ 2010-01-09T08: 22:00
Who yesterday heard the news about the span from the snow French-English border, and many kilometers jams? Before you surviving participant in the events.
And friends miraculously managed on an airplane.
Who yesterday heard the news about the span from the snow French-English border, and many kilometers jams? Before you surviving participant in the events.
And friends miraculously managed on an airplane.
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