Book: Married to the dark Lord, or Men are the same everywhere

Met two robbers demanding for gold. Took the soul, driving them across the meadow. <...>. On the third round of the men did not go, changed his mind and crawled into the bushes complaints about disrespectful young people, leaving the memory of the axe. I was glad, that they are successfully attacked.

How imperfect life! When I hold all the cards - she suddenly decides to play chess!

Why is everything that is good in life is either illegal or immoral or leads to obesity?

Folk wisdom says: the woman loves ears, a man - eyes, dog - nose, and only the rabbit is what it should be...

In essence, endless I kind, gentle, compassionate and polite girl. Solely therefore you will not kill, but only injure.

And, the two deaths will not happen, but one can not escape!

Mother, and we watch in the kitchen will have to change.
Why?
- Deteriorated - said the Pope, never letting me out of his sight. - Represent, I hear: "BOM-BOM!" four times, mate... "BOM-BOM!" two more times, snide giggles, "Ding!" and again long like this "BOM!" four times. Silence. Voice: "the Gallop was that? Ah, well then "BOM!"" and two more times "BOM-BOM!" Then there was a terrible roar in the corridor, where it was "BOM", "L" and a long list of obscene expressions. So I say: spoiled watch.

Wedding makes a man happy only in one case - if it is the wedding of his daughter.

What can I say about dad? He's a big, beautiful, and... straight as rails.

Cursed traitors of bad words, I plopped down next to the barrel, is not to go for seconds, and continued purposefully to get drunk. Why? Because I began to turn sour. And in order not to turn sour, should sour! So I booze from the heart in one soul.

Once in the trap the hands, sighed, and told the world:
- "Here we are! - said little Red riding Hood and scratched his hairy chest."

Fortunately, all went well, and we got to the throne, where Conrad settled at ease, surveying all from above. And then I remembered: "our hero Sits on the edge of the bowl like a mountain eagle on the top of Caucasus."

- What you specifically do not like? - asked the man.
- Everything! You seem to think that chicken is not a bird, woman is not man.

The old lady looked at me like I told her something very indecent. And with such disapproval, like an old Lomonosov, which drunk College students brought to the lab to re-open formula of alcohol.