Цiкаво
Фото, що обійшлися його творцям «дорого» у всіх сенсах!
Люди, особливо жінки, люблять драматизувати власне життя. Тому, коли їм не вистачає драми у житті, то вони її або вигадують, або починають шукати з інших джерел – книг, серіалів та розповідей подруг. Не дивно, що у минулому століття так швидко розлетілася фраза «мильна опера».
Найдорожче фотокартка падіння!
Спрей, що мав допомогти, але не встиг, тому що собака розправився з ним швидше!
У мене лише одне питання: як туди потрапив кросівок?!
Ну пощастило ж якомусь Ігорю!
Шпагат за декілька хвилин!
Коли очікував веселощів, але наступила осінь!
Головний поліцейський Котик зумів швидко затримати злочинця.
Мені здається, що ти їм завадив чимось!
Найдорожча весільна фотографія з кортежем у полум’ї на фоні.
Маленький «кусь»
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