Author of quotes: Katya Metelitsa

Why, then, to bring in the Christmas story just salad and other champagne-sprat fake. Hug together and sit under the tree, and it will be Love and Happiness.

Hate, by the way, any of these talk shows. The impression is that all of these nuts sitting in my house and yelling bad voices at each other.

Generally pregnant women tend to be treated as feeble-minded. Type, normal person to such a ridiculous state will not come.

These old women - like aliens, really.

But just a runny nose - it's the kind of thing that kills all the senses. At the root kills, just sadoulet. Brain dissolve and flow, definitely.

About her ex-husband, she says, "You have no idea what it was an external stimulus!"

I remember how I dreamed that I had a little mommy - such that mono was discreetly keep it in your pocket and no one would see. And in kindergarten, among the hostile environment, she would give me moral support. That is, while I certainly not expressed such bastard words ("moral support"), and just imagined how wonderful it would be to move on with your mom somewhere in the corner, softly whisper and all that.

- Are you all so-rastakaya? The groom finally found? Well, thank God!
Wonderful how people are able themselves to ask the question themselves and answer it.

The trip to the cottage has two good chances. The first is to leave the station and breathe the clean suburban air. And the last one to get out of the subway and breathe normal air and normal human Central life, especially on Sunday.

But these genera are terrible - as I remember, so tremble. Especially the moment when doktorica have salasala some terrible knives, and said earnestly:
- You are disturbing me!
J. Her. Normalnenko. And I already bent by bare hand iron bars by the bed, so I was fine.

I wonder why the boys fight all the time? It seems to me that because they grow quickly, they have all the cells all the time in motion, and from this the whole body as it itches, and so you need to fight to not itch.

It is not necessary to take food and drink outside of school time, dear Louisa. And that mug would be like a pillow, you know.

Really want somewhere where it is warm and elegant. That is, simply put, abroad.

Here, even I'm beginning to see through the cough: Martha's just hard sometimes to drag another young professional from the kettle to the bed. The distance is too great.
- Yes! happily yells Martha. - Finally! Finally, you understand, Louise! This is my problem: I'm still not La Boheme, I am a top Manager! I hate to carry the damn tea in the bedroom. It's clear - in my BEDROOM!