Erfurt Police (Germany) rescued two eggs who drank an egg liqueur from a broken bottle. They were taken to the zoo to shake them under the supervision of professionals.

WOW: In the sense of supervised by professionally drinking eggs?

Mom and dad often took their son to grandmother for the summer. When he grew up, he said to his parents, “I’m already big, why are you with me like a little boy? I can go to my grandmother!”

After a long discussion, the parents agreed.

Here they stand on the perron, accompany, give the last advice, and the son says, "I know, I know, 100 times have already said...! " Then the father says, "Son, if you suddenly get bad or scared, then this is for you..." and put something in the child's pocket.

And here the boy sits in the car, goes, looks at something in the window... And around people... strangers... push, noise, go in, go out, the conductor dissatisfied with him, someone also dissatisfied with him and... the guy becomes uncomfortable... and every time it becomes more unpleasant and more difficult...

He soon becomes scared. He stumbled, stumbled in the corner, tears rolled. He remembers having something in his pocket from his father.

With a shaking hand, he touches the paper, turns it out, and there is a note: "Son, I am in the neighboring car..."

One of my classmates turned out to be a real millionaire. Not those to whom the dad got something or an apartment in the center of Moscow from the grandmother, and not exactly those who used a gun in the 90s to make money. And really turned, rose and fell, but now there is a decent business, it is not shameful for people to look in the eyes. But it’s not so cool to be called an oligarch and try to take everything away. He has a small security service. Its chief is a former officer from the Organs. They shared a lot, shared a lot. The SBB chief was looking for it. Someone from the nearby circle recommended a landlord who recently moved to the capital. (The one-class director and his SBShnik are not Moscovites, they moved from the region together.) meet with. They talked. Former police officer (no longer serving in the police). He knew that he worked in the SB. Damn in measure, prof deformed in measure. It looks like everything is fine, but a worm is swallowing. And he decided "on a friendly foot" in the evening for a cup of tea to show his boss and "reveal." Well supposedly that "you understand, not all things are directly legal." And the potential deputy was surprised at some point and in support of "I am in the subject, I am my own" told how he in his youth, even before the Police was engaged in selling "confiscated cars from the special parking." Shareholders sent him people who wanted to buy a half-price Mercedes or jiggle (somebody in the pocket, both now and in the early 1990s), he acted as an intermediary - showed the car, opened the keys, launched, walked in the courtyard. It contains “preliminary documents”. There were many keys. Court of the organization. Everything looked credible. And then I took the advance, sometimes I managed to 100% and entered the office with a solid sign. And when the buyer was tired of waiting and looked into the office, he saw an empty room and an open window. Dissertations, as a rule, did not lead anywhere - his father was a big rank in the organs, 99% of the cases came down to the fact that "he went around, lost money, I promise to give as I could, there was no intention to steal." 1% had to be returned. Once he got on very serious, the father sent him to the army, then placed in the militia, where he "was crystal clear". was served. I understand you guys.



The head of the Board and the Director thoughtfully looked at the potential employee and remembered how after earning the first big money the Director wanted to buy himself and his wife a normal Mercedes, but the money was only enough for one. And Someone from acquaintances advised to buy "confiscate from the special parking lot". And that’s why the name of the landlord seemed unfamiliar.

Graduated from school, went to study in Peter, a year or two of the granite of science, returned home on winter holidays. Here is the meeting of graduates. I went, with the pot to reflect, said, I am there, in the cultural capital, and you are all fucking. Not exactly so, but you understand.

We sat down with classmates, boasted, picked up, in general, everything was standard. When I left, a classmate came to me alone. We were somewhat blurred at school, but I didn't need it all at the time, I didn't understand until the eleventh grade at all, why to start a girl and spend time on her. And then he grew up, entered the age.

So, she approaches me and says, say, come in tomorrow evening, let’s sit down, let’s talk. Well, I immediately understood what she was hinting at, I was transparent, like all the twenty-year-olds. Okay, I say, I will come, I say.

But the next day some events happened that did not allow me to keep my promise. It seemed like it was a drunk or something so fascinating. In general, I wake up after a day from a phone call at home. There were no mobile phones at the time. A classmate calls and asks why he didn’t come. Something unclear stuff, and she says, no problem, come tomorrow. Okay, I say, although somewhat strange...

But tomorrow, something distracted me. No, I remembered in the evening that I promised to come in, I could even call, but for some reason did not. of curiosity. I wondered how the lady would react.

Then another morning, and a call again. This time, I didn’t get stuck for revenge, I said, say, I just couldn’t and all. The alpha, ch. Okay, he said, come tomorrow.

The next day I didn’t go and didn’t call quite consciously. Well I wanted to go, it hurt somehow persistent was the lady. What would this be...? And after the third shot, she will surely suspect something and fly into the fog... or not?

The morning. The call. What did not come? Come here tomorrow.

I have already surrendered. I understood girls in situations with persistent cavalry. And curiosity, of course. Well, something straight I was very interested in the girl, until the pride and honor of the girl forgot. I thought I would come and explain that yes, of course I am crazy beautiful, but, girl! Have a dignity!

I go in, meet me somehow unexpectedly not dressed, I walk into the room, there sits some shit in a shiny jacket. He jumps, holds my hand and begins to roar:

- Hi, my name is Anton, and a representative of the company "Amway" and we have a unique offer for you! Only for today! Within a month, you will be able to reach a higher level of income.

And I stood and thought I had a normal classmate. Money is just needed.

The release of Terminator 2 Judgment Day produced a strong mental influence and personality formation of my friend and classmate, Ruslan. In order to be like Arnie, my friend signed up in a puppy, pulled off a leather jacket and tried to get rid of the facial mimic. Whenever it was possible, he tried to speak like a soulless machine with short sentences or quotes of a cyborg from a movie.

One morning we went to school with him. In front of the street we walked, there were birds. A lot of birds, as if something was scattered on the road.

I wanted to scream or shake to whisper them, and I got a little forward as I was left by a strong hand of the T-800. He looked at me with a senseless glance, waved his hands in the air as if he had recharged the blast, took a few steps forward, targeted and said "Asta lavista, baby" very loudly. I’ve been accustomed to these numbers, so I wasn’t surprised. We lived in peaceful times, so my Terminator could only shoot with this and no other method. But this time something went wrong. After shooting, Arnie stopped.

I approached the Terminator. He looked into the dal.

— Fuck, Andrew, I think it’s... It’s gone.

I looked at the robot. There was a drop of sweat.

Are you chasing? We are late to school, we are late to school.

I swear...

After a while, when I was finally able to breathe and wipe away my tears from laughter, it was decided to take this robot to his grandmother, who was just living on the way to school. The robot walked small steps, joining his knees, as if walking in a narrow shirt.

If you tell anyone about it, I’ll kill you.

How would you say, friend, you are not in a position to dictate conditions.

You can see when I walked, right?

“No, you’re like a Terminator who came from the future to save mankind, but something went wrong with him.

Visitors are interesting people. They always fall into stories. They came to us from a large land. The next day, the three mouths were broken and the finals. Not drunk, not drunk. Yesterday we went for a walk around the village, we went near the river, we watched the helicopter fly. We wrapped his hats. He gave a circle and sat next to us. The men of Kakieto jumped out and ran to us. What happened? We say nothing. How nothing? Why the Mahal? Just so. Oh just so. They beat us, we asked why. They say you won’t go like that another time. We also wanted to beat, but sadly these fools became. Only laughed.

I don’t know how it was with savings at lunch, but my father and I got caught one day by our brother by sorting empty bottles from under beer. We put together the supplies that were stored on the balcony in bags and dragged through the road to the tent where we took the glass. There were a lot of packages. And here, on the next walk, our father comes in to us. On a black volga with the chief accountant on the front passenger seat. I confused my father, short.

He got out of the car, gave us money, 10 times more than we could earn on the bottles, and the bags with the bottles ordered to put to the trash and roll home.

We dropped the minutes for 5, the money to hide, and then returned for the bags and took them away))) on which I spent the bubbles I don't even remember! )

The uncle sent a message to the family group asking for money. I wrote him in person to clarify the bank details to which to transfer money. He said he didn’t need money at all. And he asked that no one thought to ask him.

xxx: Keanu Reeves was at my job today and we started talking. In the process, I mentioned that my son needs a donor kidney and that I can’t pay for such an operation right now. He stood quietly for a few minutes, and then went to his car, when he returned, he gave me his kidney.

Yyy: One day I stood at the stop at 6 a.m. I went to a factory in Novokuznetsk. I put my hand in the coat and the clothes ended. I am sad. And there is a man in a coat and a shirt, he looks at me sad and says, "No! And stretches the papyrus "White Canal". I looked at you, Baa! This is a man from the Matrix!! by Keanu Reeves!

Zzz: One day I was lying on the couch and looking at the knot. Then I got my right egg. Scratching was so lazy. Suddenly Keanu Reeves approaches me and says, “How did you all beat me?”

The rich also laugh at the poor.

See you tired...

42-year-old Vladimir Beloborodov left his home on January 4 after a quarrel with his wife. Near its multi-storey on the Open Highway is just the Losinoostrovsky Park, - you can walk and air. But the whites got involved. He did not come home after a few days.

At first, the wife was not very worried about the life and health of her faithful. But on the third day, the woman's heart could not withstand a lonely life, and the lady to the police the disappearance of her husband. The search began, complicated, however, by one fact - the woman did not bring a single photo of Belobrodov.

First, rescuers reached the local manor and clarified if there were any losses in the district. Yager at this time celebrated the New Year with a friend and did not notice anyone. A friend also said that rescuers are the first people they see in a few days. The men walked away, and the woodsman and his friend continued to roast meat and drink.

Five hours later, Beloborodov’s wife found his only photo and handed it over to the search group. Great was the surprise of rescuers, when on the photo they recognized the same "friend" of the egger. The forest was immediately drawn.

By their arrival, the Beloborod and the Eger were deeply drunk. The escaped man pressed a bottle of cognac in his hands and shouted that he did not want to go home and remained living in the forest. He was somewhat reassured and, whispering, taken to his wife.

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Turn on the TV. I don’t know how and where to write comments, there are no twists. I turned off.

42-year-old Vladimir Beloborodov left his home on January 4 after a quarrel with his wife. Near its multi-storey on the Open Highway is just the Losinoostrovsky Park, - you can walk and air. But the whites got involved. He did not come home after a few days.



At first, the wife was not very worried about the life and health of her faithful. But on the third day, the woman's heart could not withstand a lonely life, and the lady to the police the disappearance of her husband. The search began, complicated, however, by one fact - the woman did not bring a single photo of Belobrodov.



First, rescuers reached the local manor and clarified if there were any losses in the district. Yager at this time celebrated the New Year with a friend and did not notice anyone. A friend also said that rescuers are the first people they see in a few days. The men walked away, and the woodsman and his friend continued to roast meat and drink.



Five hours later, Beloborodov’s wife found his only photo and handed it over to the search group. Great was the surprise of rescuers, when on the photo they recognized the same "friend" of the egger. The forest was immediately drawn.



By their arrival, the Beloborod and the Eger were deeply drunk. The escaped man pressed a bottle of cognac in his hands and shouted that he did not want to go home and remained living in the forest. He was somewhat reassured and, whispering, taken to his wife.