An acquaintance told me.

He worked at the same time in the office. And in the office of the one as it is, the accounting office was, and that's all that lives in it. He got a call from the accounting office, and a panic voice called for a friend to come to them urgently. The printer went crazy: climbing to the ceiling! “” and panic. interruption of communication.

Intrigued (no) by these panic runners, the lady of accounting behavior, familiar with the admin speed, is wrapped into the department. Going into the monastery of accounting and reporting acquaintances saw a picture of complete madness and panic: a group of employees collapsed into a pile, in the remote corner of the room with pale faces stared at the window, rubbing the electrified atmosphere with periodic whispers.

There was something to be scared of. On the window hanged blinds with vertical lamels (these can be turned to the left/right and which from the bottom connects two chains). Because of the age and simply “because, well, what else?” A part of the lamels had long since no chains or even the plastic bottom for which these chains were held. There was a small printer on the window. Well, as I stood, at the time of my acquaintance's arrival, the printer greedy swallowed the lamellum into its interior from which it moved up the lamellum, that is, naturally "laying on the ceiling." Regularly under the force of gravity the printer slipped down, but the blinds did not splash out - the mechanism felt that there was something inside and started again.

The printer was safely saved.

When I was studying at the institute, my neighbor in the room was still a mess, playing all his free time. Once after the winter holidays he enters the room (coming from the house) and says "look at what toy I'm playing" and straight so without removing the jacket and hat gets a laptop and starts playing. I looked up and went for a couple. I come back in the evening, and he sits in the same position, only the hat on the back of the neck moved and the jacket broken.

The game is called Dead Space.

We sold the cottage, we lived ourselves. On the fence was the ad "I will sell a house, 425 square meters and a phone". A white Mercedes passed by, stopped, gave up and called us. I want to say to see. Not a question. He went in, looked into the kitchen and said, “Where is your toilet?” They showed. Could you? He asks. can be. He went in, joked, went out and left, saying, “I will call again.”

We become very old when we start drinking the same pills with our parents.

In Ulyanovsk, parents of one of the schools demand the dismissal of the teacher for buying underwear. According to the mother of one of the students, the students saw the teacher choosing a underwear in the store, and began to discuss the underwear of the teacher. It's good that she didn't choose cowards yet, otherwise they would be burned on the fire!

"He who feeds an empty veil - risks getting a speck in the forehead" - popular wisdom...