One day I was invited to my birthday. I came in a new pink cocktail and, in the process of the feast, threw a cup over myself. Well, I washed it in the bathroom and let it dry (the mistress gave me a T-shirt).

In the evening, I think, well all, the stove dried up, went to the bathroom to dress.

I wear a coat, and it is small for me. It is so small that I look like a branch in a net.

I probably stood in front of the mirror for half an hour trying to understand how the cowboy sat.

And it turned out that the hostess had exactly the same coffe, only three sizes smaller and they decided to play me =_=

In a distant youth, my friend and I returned to a part of a short-term vacation, chronic insufficiency, early hours. In the last race, I swallow so that I get a twist of my jaw and the rest of the way to a portion of food with my mouth open and full of horror eyes. Felder fixed it in part. And my friend gets a beautiful, very fun feast story. A few years ago, my friend and I went on a business trip. We lived in one hotel room. One morning I got up earlier, went to the pot, and sneezed there so that I incomprehensibly broke my rib. The wild rust, the hospital and the feast story get a fun continuation. But this summer I got my friend. I went to another city for a relative’s wedding. Having drunk a lot of alcohol and trying to win a goat head-shaped lighter in a folk dance contest, I break my leg in two places! From the hospital, I call a friend, tell how it was, I hear the sound of the phone falling on the floor and hysterics. The curtain.

I worked as a student courtier and I had a one-bedroom apartment in an old foundation.

And here, in the fourth grade, my mother asked me to live with my friend’s daughter while she was in the institute.

The girl was very nothing, but we immediately started to be terribly embarrassed with her to the point where we called each other "you".

Of course, no friends and girls at the visit and could not wait for it all to end.

Finally she passed the final exam and the night before leaving timidly offered to drink a dry pinch.

The first was followed by the second and here we are already having fun, we carry all kinds of purge and find ourselves in bed.

Here she says:

I had to drink the first day.

I recently walked around the city and saw an open hole. He called the hotline of the administration, created precisely for such situations. But, in the end, it took five minutes to argue with an employee who tried to lie that I would call the water channel, but only not him. And I remembered one story that I was told in school, warning me of open loops. The actors are my grandfather and his old acquaintance, who then worked at ZEU.

The case occurred somewhere in the early or mid-1990s in a small urban-type village in the north, with a population of 10 thousand people. Then the cold came and the heating season began. Grandfather was returning home and also found on the way an unclosed loop emitting steam. From the house, he immediately called his friend in ZEU and told him about it. But this friend (as a whole chief of the operating department, and as I understood, this question was his direct profile) began to flatter that his affairs are more important now, that it is unknown who this open collector should serve and that there are no extra covers. In general, I made every effort to explain why this lounge would not be closed. But after my grandfather objected to him that this luke from the heating networks, so the care of it is entirely on the GEO, that crendel still agreed to "transmit to the boys."

But his "children" didn't come up with anything smarter than just covering the luke with a sheet of DSP. But that did not solve the problem. The couple drank the DSP, which made it fragile. And a few days later, the snowfall began, which filled this improvised lid from the top, generally hiding the presence of a loop from the eyes of passers.

And it was during this snowfall that a second-class boy walked into this unfortunate place. The raw sheet of pressed straw could not withstand and broke. The boy fell into a lounge and lost consciousness. Without recovering, he died in spirit. And the most ironic thing about this incident was that this schoolchild was the grandson of the same chief of the operational department, who was warned of an open lookout, who could react in time and avoid this tragedy, but together with his subordinates he preferred to approach his duties purely formally.

That same night, without waiting for the trial, this man swelled to death and jumped out of the window. He did not break, but was lying in the snow until the very morning, where he was found already dead.

And here I think, was it really so difficult to freeze and cover the luke more reliably? And how many tragedies must happen before people in responsible positions begin to realize all the responsibilities that are imposed on them? Because there seems to be no special changes in the past decade.

A phone call to the home phone yesterday evening:

- Open, I am from your entrance, I forgot the keys (the voice is unfamiliar, and too young - and we are almost all retired).

From which apartment?

From the third floor.

Can you name the apartment number?

is silent. Directly I hear the scream of his twists in an attempt to calculate the numbers of the apartments on the third floor. I think, I will tell you.

You are from the 21st, right?

I am very happy! ahah!! to

“Baran, you’re at 21 and you’re calling!

There are many ways to do nothing. But better sleep hasn’t been invented yet.

The 89-year-old American astronaut Thomas Stafford, who visited the moon, arrived from the United States to the funeral of Alexei Leonov, the first cosmonaut to go out into the open space and stood some time on his knees near the tomb.
Neither Putin, nor Medvedev, nor Rogozin came to honor the memorial.

I set myself on the wake-up alarm track Olga Buzova. Now I get up 5 minutes so I don’t listen to that shit.