It was 10 years ago. A boring day. We sit with a friend, he plays a counter, I sit in an agent, I rewrite, each is busy with his not very important business, a normal day with students in general.

His phone is ringing, not breaking away from the game for a long and sweet talk.

And I only hear all the moments of conversation and (thousands of thousands) the sounds of the game. What is it like - Hello, hello, a thousand thousand, yes, normal, and you, a thousand thousand, funny, a thousand.

He talked for 10 minutes, finished the conversation, and continued the war.

5 minutes later, without breaking away from the phone, with indifferent eyes I decided to ask.

Who was calling?

The girl (not even the game)

What did she want?

He left me, thousands of thousands.

I remembered history from my studenthood. There was a fourth-year worker in the community, who smashed all the first-year students and collected money from them. I remember doing Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. And we, as pearls, at first often conflicted with him on this ground. On the third or fourth day from his side, we and a neighbor sent him to Yuh with direct text, after which a clash began right in the common kitchen. I, like a cannon-meat real hero, bound him with a struggle that quickly turned into a parter. You are naive, right? with a parrot in the parrot.

I don't know what a miracle, but I avoided the pain on my arm twice and saved my neck twice))

Plus, it was helpful that a friend was walking around us and hanging him a straw, not allowing me to break on the kitchen floor. And here, I turned successfully, closed the guard, and I try to press his hands to his body with my hands. In a slight panic, Comrade:

Volodya is crazy! Go fuck him!

He answered:

Good luck, keep it up!

It surrounds us around a circle and strikes a crushing blow with the leg straight... to me in the haru.

The stars burned in the turtle and the bell broke. I try to turn my face.

My root runs around our bodies again, tries to choose a favorable position, pulls my leg away... Again, it hits me in the board.

I shouted something like, “Fuck, better go away! “Then I got suffocated and left with relief.

That’s what I call the “your-foreign” system is working badly))

If they ban onanism, what will they do in Douma?

The story is not funny at all, but I want to tell it, since I first saw the difference between male and female character (psychology?). My sister and I studied in Leningrad and lived in a dormitory. I was 18, my sister was 20, and she was married. Her husband was also a young man of 22, but looked solid, with a red beard he had grown just for solidity. He had already served in the army, returned, but he did not find a job at the time better than a guard in our dormitory. The deviation is small - my sister and I grew up without a father and never imagined and never encountered how men can behave in everyday life, or in extreme situations.
The story itself is that one day my sister and I went out of the cinema in a fun foolish mood, and her husband was sitting on the watch that evening. So we decided to joke a little about him. The sister stayed outside, and I, leaving a frightened view on me, approached him, and I say that someone approached us and stood, I barely escaped, and your wife was there with him outside. Here my devil in a fraction of a second changes in the face, his eyes become just white, he catches out of the belt under the shirt a huge knife (I had no idea that he was wearing it at all), and the bullet flew out on the street. There is my sister, alone, naturally, and rocks. How he hurt us! “Two idiots! Are they joking about such things? Imagine for a moment that someone of your acquaintances would approach her, because I would kill him without thinking! Then I would sit down because of your foolish jokes.” It was a great lesson for me for the rest of my life! And then I realized how different we are, and that this immediate willingness to stand up for defense deserves endless respect. Feminists in note.

In the sport bar of Mahakkaly, 50 Dagestaners crashed into a TV hanging on the wall in an attempt to jump out on the ring.

From the Peter’s Entrepreneurs Chat:

A: Hello to you! Who can help with the opening of the cafe?

B: Try the door on yourself.

A client comes to us in a tour firm and asks for a cheap bus tour of 10 days in the Nizhny Novgorod region.

The manager falls into a light stupor and reports that in the area we can only offer one-day tours.

Client: What kind of specialist are you? ! to Here I was in an office in another part of the city, so there the girl is a real professional! She immediately offered a tour to Gelendzhik!