Aaaaand...she's truly a beauty! Damn...the A5 has been gone all day! And she's incredibly smart. Why does she take pictures of herself? (What are people thinking all day now?) 🤒
Troitsky Andrey, is there such a lightness in the words "pray away"?
Well, go pray so that the pain stops being pain, so that the stream of blood doesn't distract you. Try it. Go pray away! Try it. Or plow 15 hectares with a shovel.
Troitsky Andrey, is there such a lightness in the words "pray away"?
Well, go pray so that the pain stops being pain, so that your attention isn't distracted by the stream of blood. Try it. Go pray away! Try it. Or plow 15 hectares with a shovel.
Illustrator Voroschilin S D, 15 hectares? Where can I get it? What, are you in Naur, you fucking agronomist...
Troitsky Andrey, is there such lightness in the words "pray away"?
Well, go pray so that the pain stops being pain, so that the stream of blood doesn't distract you from your attention. Try it. Go pray away! Try it. Or plow 15 hectares with a shovel.
Illustrator Voroschilin S D, I wrote this under one photo, I'll repeat... talent, not related to helpers, Vakhtang, and no AI can handle the perception of this world. "AI", why they capitalize it, I don't understand... But it's related to the perception of the photographer's surroundings, that's what it's based on, from what they've stuffed into it, like it should be like this and that's it... The technique can vary, the lens and what's around it... something like that... but the sliders that change the original pixels are a must...
Ewa Strzelecka, I'm not like that, I work in an office.
Illustrator Voroschilin S D, drank, and this song is twenty, maybe even more... I once gave a ride to a system administrator, he was wearing glasses... to this (song)... back then... he was with a young lady... also from the office... they were silent until the exit... And I don't like Kogan... Alisa is awesome... and it's a shame... that's how it is...
Troitsky Andrey, cool treatment for a self-made couple of Twix.
One of my patients decided to complain of chronic hypotension. I measured it, and truly, hallelujah. Systole was 75, diastolic was inaudible. The stethoscope is expensive, hearing is normal. Influenced by the memory of the pathogenesis of hypotension, I treated the cause—that is, in her case, her thoughts.
I said: you have 30 minutes to live. She ran in horror from the office to another office to the head of the department. I mean, the head of the department. She said she almost died laughing after the patient left.
She began to respect me, the head of the department.
Well, you can't stimulate the patient with pills, because that would treat the consequences.
Troitsky Andrey, cool treatment for a self-made couple of Twix.
One of my patients decided to complain of chronic hypotension. I measured it, and truly, hallelujah. Systole was 75, diastolic was inaudible. The stethoscope is expensive, hearing is normal. Influenced by the memory of the pathogenesis of hypotension, I treated the cause—that is, in her case, her thoughts.
I said: you have 30 minutes to live. She ran in horror from the office to another office to the head of the department. I mean, the head of the department. She said she almost died laughing after the patient left.
She began to respect me, the head of the department.
Well, you can't stimulate sympathy with pills, because that would be treating the consequences.
My blood pressure has stabilized, I hope for good.
Illustrator Voroschilin S D, listen, general surgeon... tell me how much longer I have... 120-80... 35.8...usual... keep it up... Just don't tell me about Schrödinger's cat...
Only true Orthodox ones. And at least you can confess your sins after repentance.
Remedy: Drink alcohol in measured doses, until your blood clots go away. For the good.
Going to fortune tellers with such questions is a sin. And the question itself is on the level of secular prophecy, like, say, "Arakul." It's ridiculous to ask that in a monastery. They'll giggle.
Only true Orthodox ones. And at least you can confess your sins after repentance. Recipe: Drink alcohol in measured doses, until your blood clots go away. For the good.
Going to fortune tellers with such questions is a sin. And the question itself is on the level of worldly prophecy, like, say, "Arakul." It's ridiculous to ask that in a monastery. They'll giggle.
Illustrator Voroschilin S D, Oh well, I made you run to some young ladies, to your elders.... At 35.8, I'm doing quite well without doctors. I love surgeons, they really got me back on my feet.... I had an open fracture of my tibia, the rest of it was hanging at 90... And if I have any worms, I'll deal with it anyway...
Ewa Strzelecka, I got accurate information about firewood this past winter. But we're talking about Germany. For 1 cubic meter of deciduous wood, it's 70+/- euros; pine needles, 50-something.
They confirm any volumes accurately.
Right there, borders are a thing of the past.
How many cubic meters do you use in a winter?
I'd be surprised if it's more than 10 (for one person).
Damn...the A5 has been gone all day!
And she's incredibly smart.
Why does she take pictures of herself? (What are people thinking all day now?)
🤒
to fantasize
to dream.
I try to avoid excuses.
as best I can.
But here...it's a real plague!
Well, go pray so that the pain stops being pain, so that the stream of blood doesn't distract you. Try it.
Go pray away! Try it. Or plow 15 hectares with a shovel.
talent, not related to helpers, Vakhtang, and no AI can handle the perception of this world. "AI", why they capitalize it, I don't understand... But it's related to the perception of the photographer's surroundings, that's what it's based on, from what they've stuffed into it, like it should be like this and that's it... The technique can vary, the lens and what's around it... something like that... but the sliders that change the original pixels are a must...
I write: a ban on art (including icons), because the mind is distracted enough as it is.
It would be better to remain silent about worldly pictures (and) because they are an abomination before God.
Because it's ridiculous.
The idiot box was subjected to a barrage of lead.
Lead isn't a small pig, it's much worse.
Nota bene.
If I find a supercomputer, I'll also introduce it to banal, true lead.
For the good of the world.
And)))))
☦️💀
And I don't like Kogan... Alisa is awesome... and it's a shame... that's how it is...
Here, Alice is super-duper.... go draw, then have an hour and a half of gym... artist...)
One of my patients decided to complain of chronic hypotension.
I measured it, and truly, hallelujah. Systole was 75, diastolic was inaudible. The stethoscope is expensive, hearing is normal.
Influenced by the memory of the pathogenesis of hypotension, I treated the cause—that is, in her case, her thoughts.
I said: you have 30 minutes to live.
She ran in horror from the office to another office to the head of the department. I mean, the head of the department. She said she almost died laughing after the patient left.
She began to respect me, the head of the department.
Well, you can't stimulate the patient with pills, because that would treat the consequences.
My blood pressure has stabilized, I hope forever.
Where...ugh.
Chatterbox.
Just don't tell me about Schrödinger's cat...
Only true Orthodox ones.
And at least you can confess your sins after repentance.
Remedy:
Drink alcohol in measured doses, until your blood clots go away.
For the good.
Going to fortune tellers with such questions is a sin.
And the question itself is on the level of secular prophecy, like, say, "Arakul." It's ridiculous to ask that in a monastery. They'll giggle.
For 1 cubic meter of deciduous wood, it's 70+/- euros; pine needles, 50-something.
They confirm any volumes accurately.
Right there, borders are a thing of the past.
How many cubic meters do you use in a winter?
I'd be surprised if it's more than 10 (for one person).
P.S. No aunt...
From "My Duck"
I never even thought about it.
I'm interested, in short!
I'll be right there with her.
If I change, it's her fault, because she really is cool.