The mass mode smoothly moves into the armoured armor mode.

A friend told me. He is a Tatar by nationality.
I went to the sales department yesterday. There is noise, or. Two managers argue with the mouth foam, the rest split into two camps, support teams, someone quietly neutral in the side hides. The war is hot, the eyes are shed with blood in the killers. One is for Putin, the other for Ukraine and Europe. Words are no longer chosen. One, of course, Benderovets, the second Kremlin fascist. And I had to clarify the question one on the job, get them, distract them. They suddenly notice me and are interested in my opinion. I calmly tell them, when you Slavs kill each other, our time will come, and the great Turkish flag of the Malin Jihad will rise over Eurasia.
Both athletes and supporters shower together. Misunderstanding in the eyes turns into anger. Both are ready to hit me.
See how easy it is to reconcile you. We need a common enemy. You are brothers again. Find a common enemy, but not me, and stop this hoerga.

With a pickup.

Vladimir Vladimirovich, the rate of the dollar has risen strongly!
Why do you need dollars if you don’t have a place to fly?

I have a good smell. This has its advantages: when she lived with her demented grandmother, she saved the house from a gas explosion a hundred times.

The smell helps to choose restaurants to eat.

It helps to determine which store is worth taking meat - and which not. Right from the threshold. By the way, recently an unclear trend: a lot of meat smells very poorly.

I walked by the KFC every day. Different changes smell differently. Hear who normally changes the oil and who is lazy.

There are many curious cases - a colleague stands with you about a serious conversation for half an hour, then goes to the toilet for 2 minutes, goes out again with a serious face. And from him the sperm in the nose straight fucking.

To the smell of sweat I am already quite normal, as well as to the smell of garlic. What do you do with biology? Except for clinical cases. Sometimes a person’s sweat smells sweet. It smells hell. Some serious illness, probably severe diabetes (I only heard this smell in the subway, not from acquaintances).

And so I treated that odor: well, there is.

After a month, the smell went away. and fully.

And suddenly! and suddenly! I learned to communicate with people! I don’t know how to react to their emotions, how to behave. I work on old patterns. For a long time I thought I was mad. Then I realized it was a smell.

I probably defined many emotions by smell!

When the smell returned, people became voluminous again. So the smell needs to be taken care of :)