A well-known network of hypermarkets. I lavish among the shelves, in the wheelchair is a daughter, she is about 4 years old. In front of it is a car, so that it has sealed the whole passage. I just wanted to ask to move, and my daughter quickly gave me:

From the road, chicken legs!! to

My aunt falls into a crash like me, but goes away.

As it turned out, the grandmother was reading a fairy tale to her granddaughter the day before and she remembered the most emotional phrase.

It was 1990 years. Father went for a walk with a dog (Coker Spaniel, nicknamed Lorik). He walked with him without a guide, on a fairly large area along the river, where bushes, trees and a river. Well, as is the case with the cocker, the dog went in an unknown direction. The father and father said, “Loriko! “Lorry!” Someone else is hearing “Laura! “Laura!” He goes to the voice, and there a man calls his dog. My father is riding on this man, the man is not a man. As a result, the matter goes to a fight and here from the bushes resort to two cocker - Lorik and Laura. The man apologizes, the man too. They divide. Dad comes home. Mother sends him a knot, because the dog is fucking that! They confused the dogs - met on the boulevard, the benefit of the micro-region is small. The portion. This man gets a beer. They sat down and drank beer. Here, the wives went out to look for men with dogs. They met and became friends until the death of my parents. Now I am with them and their kids :)

When I was a little boy, my father made me walk, I was 6 years old. These are 2-metre barley sticks, 50-60 mm in diameter, with two degrees. The first stages, like stages, from the rod two pieces were cut off and crushed to two hundred nails, were 0.5 meters from the Earth, the second went through 0.5 meters from the first, and they were from the outside. The first time I stood up on the footsteps, I woke up, high, scary. How to move, move, maintain balance is not known. Once it fell, two, and everything became clear. In the yard, I began to look at everyone from high. A few days later, having mastered this instrument, I learned to run on them, and to give sockets. If you have two darts, you are invincible.

Just remember, and you are the Internet, the Internet.

In recent times, political correctness has become so complicated that I have finally become confused: who can not be called by who, and who must be called by what.

The Law of the Good Samaritan. I remembered one Russian celebration of this law according to the story of a doctor of the Emergency.

He pulled his uncle out of the world of the straight lines of the cardiogram. A mini-oligarch of some kind, judging by the situation of the apartment, as well as by the twisted character of relatives, friends and relatives of the half-dead. They immediately joined up and organized something like a press conference - crowded, excitedly walked and baffled on phones, trying to scream each other.

The atmosphere was created the most psychotic - someone lamented something, someone replied with a choir on the whistle, sharply smelled valerian. From her the cat went crazy and started to wear around the apartment with soul-breaking cries. Who rushed to catch a cat, who broke into the bedroom. One bully then broke in and pulled a whole crowd on its shoulders, hanging on it.
Let me go to him!! She called.
Only through my body!! The other shouted.

A new successful breakthrough from the flank of this fight - the guy had time to call himself a son-in-law, but as he looked at all this, he caught him. He crumbled, pale, and grabbed his heart. He leaned to the wall, the coat at the throat stretches, and the fingers do not fall.

- I have seen such cases in my practice - explained the further doctor - there is nothing to be confused with, and seconds decide. You won’t get a valerian. I grabbed him by the door of all his clothes at once and rattled from the soul, but the buttons across the room jumped - from the shirt, the jacket and the coat. Well, he pulled the discharge with the same defibrillator so he couldn’t get up twice. I felt the collapsed body - the pulse is there, returned to the main patient.

This son-in-law, when he stumbled, was grateful for saving the life of his precious father-in-law, but also upset - it turns out, he tried to stumble in his loaded pocket and was afraid that he had lost it. And he leaned to the wall, so as not to interfere with doctors and not get under the grandmother's decomposition. As he saw the angry faces of the brigade in white rushing to him, he thought that he would be beaten now. I thought it was time to get out of here, I can’t remember anything. Especially not bothered, the sensations after the electrical shock described as revitalizing. I managed to pump the aunt - and okay, figured with her with discolored clothes.

In the meantime, he woke up, slowly waving his hand to his grandmothers, but his face became sad, as if he was thinking about ways to retreat to another world. At the sight of the son-in-law of the toples and in the lush spots below the belt, like a papua, the patient began to revive, listen, and finally spoke. He assured him that he had seen all this from above from the astral, and only after he had restrained, an irresistible force brought him back into his body. The act of a good doctor, who struck an electro-shock in nothing guilty son-in-law, remained unpunished.

If I take a panoramic view of Vichino on which the temple will fall, will it be considered a photo of the ass on the backdrop of the temple?