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It was a bit more difficult to organize. I still have the first node.

A friend wrote yesterday. His colleague at the end of the week was in Chelyabinsk on a business trip, lived in Radisson. On Thursday morning, he leaves the room, calls the elevator, he arrives, and in it - the idol of millions Sergey Shnurov. A colleague in deafening from the meeting with the star found nothing better than why to ask "In Peter drink?" To which he immediately received in response another quote in the performance of the author from the song "Drough" - "Hey fuck!"

I have two higher degrees - the first is purely practical, the second is obtained in the creative university rather for the soul (to not just write verses, but to know how it is done in science). There were both yesterday’s schoolchildren and adults with life experience.

So, a funny observation: the amateurs are curious about how women get everything on the hole, and men have to swallow, swallow, in the percentage of the most among the "creative" boys of the class "nothing heavier than a glass did not raise". Usually such immediately after school went to the creative university and slowly study there not the first decade, flying out and recovering, working in the intervals of some kind of decorative bring and give (officer in the bar, where the bohemian gathers, the third assistant of the second assistant on the filming site, etc.). Money is not concerned: either it is ideological poverty, who live with their mother and brother in a twin, wear pants bought for school graduation, and they are all arranged, or, on the contrary, the children of rich parents, or, as an option, the holders of wealthy dads / mommies. Others may think the same, they just have no time to reason.

My wife did not work. Years of 15. I did not let her myself. They earned more than well. But she has some superresponsibility and at any job, she was quickly invaded like a camel. In the end, neither in the evening nor in the weekend I had my wife as such. Pellets, ice cream vegetables, some pieces of meat, eternal fatigue, lack of mood. And that typically paid her very little.
At the end of the day, I said I needed that. The budget is common, the money has never been divided into mine. Now the year works 3/3, synecura and more, but I watch carefully so that there is no recurrence.)
Life is very multifaceted, crowded.
This is shit, little girl.

The eternal Hubble.
Well, this is the classic way of manipulating: to give fact A, then to give fact B, and much silence with such an appearance that their connection is so obvious that there is nothing to say here. The reader will feel uncomfortable and will find a correlation. And then he will defend this point of view as personal, because he is already emotionally attached to it.

I have two small children. Letter to an Unmarried Girlfriend
Q: Do you have that children sleep, that you are so actively rewriting?
YYY : No. Zhenya circles my penalty cow. She eats paper. A boring Tuesday.

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The Superman (Nem. Bermensch is a powerful creature that decided to go to bed earlier and went to bed earlier.

Modernizing the forum. There was a signal that the rules of conducting discussion in the news discussion branch of the city were violated.Armed with a spade to bring offenders, I go to watch.

The news from the district newspaper is discussed, as a 62-year-old retired woman was detained in a store that stole food. And one gentle user is crucified, that all, say, shit, poor grandmother, probably a veteran of the WOW, for you the blood shed, and you for her candy is sorry, fools heartless. And tons of shit on all "bad" and "bad". Especially for those who ask how the 50-year-old grandmother shed blood in the war that ended in 1945. In general, the user was really surprised that the concept of "pensioners" is not identical to the concept of "veteran". And it would be a good generation of EGE, so for thirty people!

Why did you eat my sausage?
I have a phobia!
What else is phobia?! to
YYY: Here are people—the heights are afraid, and I’m the sausages in the refrigerator.

Dictatorship differs from democracy in that in democracy the people insult their own government, and in dictatorship the government of others.

My grandfather was a military officer and my grandmother was a teacher. In a military town, the teacher in the only school overturned, she eventually led a household circle for girls.

One day a boy comes to work. In a military town in Siberia, in the 1970s, this was, frankly, not very common. He answers all the questions - and I don't plan to get married, because all the girls are stupid, so I have to know everything myself! This is what I call a thoughtful approach, and all of your "do not put a stamp in the passport, so that the property is easier to share"-profanation is something.

And also the husband of my friend, who is on maternity leave, one child 3 years, the second 1 year, coming from work and not seeing the pot of cheese, barrels of strawberries and cake-Napoleon, eaten ham and sausages and started to say - I don't understand what you are doing, you are at home all day?? to
But one day, a friend had trouble and she went to the hospital for a week. The husband had to take the hospital and be at home with the children. After that, he apologized to her for a long time and NEVER said it again - you're sitting at home all day. On the contrary, coming from work, he does not fall off to rest as before, and the wife leaves in the bathroom hot to sit and rest, and himself at this time with the children, or in the kitchen.
So don’t be afraid, girls, to leave young fathers with children for a long time. No, there are, of course, great husbands who understand everything, but there are different people who do not understand only to teach.

Sitting at home and not doing it is an intersex model of behavior. You are talking about wives, and there are guys who are not seldom even husbands who don’t work, and all day cut into computer games. Or on the couch with a beer in front of the TV, while ladies feed them at work, and then at home. I know a couple who are champions in this regard. They both do not work, are interrupted by random earnings, have no housing, so they live by relatives who shelter, one mom from the village each week kicks them the refrigerator, the other throws money on small expenses. They are sitting at home in front of the company, they are all satisfied. Three years of such life, flight is normal. The lazy people sit on the neck of those who are willing to drag them on themselves.

I remembered... We had a meeting of members of the garage cooperative (not very small). Well come to this gathering and just people living in the district. And it started - you need to remove the garages, they spoil the view and take up extra space - you need to break a square or a park with benches in this place! The square is fine, we said, but where will we put the cars? And this is your problem, they picked up, if you bought the car yourself, think where to put it! So we thought, we objected, here we have a garage cooperative, here we bought garages in it, here we pay money for land rental to the city, we serve all this business and our cars are not standing on lawns and sidewalks, but are standing in the proper places. by Neibet!! They have rattled! We need to shake and shake! Children have nowhere to walk, grandmothers have nowhere to sit in the shops! Your cars are your problems. They continued to mourn until they were forcibly expelled from the assembly.
And another case at the gatherings in the gardens. People refused to take off the roads in the cooperative, because we do not use the roads, we drive the electric car and the bus, let them take off who has the cars. The last bus leaves at 16.00. And here all these “we don’t use the road” after 4 p.m. stand at the fence of their villas with an outstretched arm and cats with potatoes/beetle/salmon/fungus and other shit, and catch a car that would bring them to the electric car. I will never fool them in principle. They said that they do not use the road, so do not use it.

My husband divorced his wife and he didn’t work for a day.

I had a familiar family. My husband watches at work. Wife at home with children. I have not really worked a day in my life. My husband was well-paid and everyone was happy. One day, the husband entered the entrance, called the elevator and was hit by a pipe on the head from a minor frostbite. Further, he was in a severe condition, ate through a pipe, remembered nothing, the speech was never restored to the end, still speaking as if he was drunk. All this time, she took care of him, earned money on medicines and took everything from her wife.
My neighbors have three children. The husband is an Afghan soldier on the farm, the wife is the only one working.
All families are different. Whoever contributes, can be agreed.

The bullshit newspaper helps people not to park on fireways. In order not to fly away, a brick from above. No hurt, no sense at all. Talk, read and become cultural.

I lost a cat.
They looked for 6 hours, ran under the balcony, thought he fell from the 9th floor. But no body, no blood, all floors were checked, the roof. They posted an announcement on all social networks about the disappearance. I calm my wife with a valerian, and myself with a bow. The road was for us this mocked Scottish p*z@#k.
Suddenly at 2 p.m. we hear a short MIAU and the sound of the falling pot. We run out, lighten the light and see the painting with oil: our cat in the borst and pasta. It turned out that we had a grid away from ventilation in the kitchen, the cat broke through this matter, pushed away with his leg, passed away (with just 5 kg!) And on the ventilation walked, somewhere he fell asleep! Extreme to fucking!! to

I had a familiar family. All this time, she took care of him, earned money on medicines and took everything away from her wife.
My neighbors have three children. The husband is an Afghan soldier on the farm, the wife is the only one working.
All families are different. Whoever contributes, can be agreed.

You are, honest word. This is about the moral wickedness of both sexes, and you are ruining everything with your stories about normal people!

It is simple. “The housewife is not a ‘unemployed’ person, it’s a ‘working for her husband’ for food and other basic necessities without retirement deductions and any insurance, including maternity leave.” Doing a small portion of the same work (single pensioners from the budget institution were cared for: similarly clean up, cook, brush out products from where they are cheaper) you can in the social center quite a lifetime salary, not chic, of course, but allowing you to live HORAZDO better than a housewife, the husband of which type as earns a lot, but she is forced to ask for the needs of children in the best case. Funny, but the divorced dad helped much more willing not only, actually, the child, but even the jacket of the former wife bought, when her winter clothes decorative rats eaten, and the family budget was not ready for force majeure, although he was absolutely not obliged, but the father who lives in the family believed enough of his merit that he lives in the family.