I once sat in a drug clinic to get a certificate of rights. There my aunt was sitting with my son and showing me told about the horrors of drug addiction, but in the future I did not give up and sat down on the pitch)

I once bought a man in a car smell in the form of a fish, and the smell turned out to be just disgusting, sharp chemous. We tortured for a couple of days and her husband hid her in a mess. It smells anyway. Okay, they were thrown out. Since the cultural - thrown houses into the cage. It smells to the whole apartment! The man went in the middle of the night to take a can of garbage into the rubbish pipeline. In the evening on the other day we come back from work, we enter the entrance, looked around and such in one voice: "RHYBKA!.." Three days later, the smell stood on the stairs until the garbage was taken out.

I climb up to the roof of a 9-story house to fix the antenna and fall into a stupor - on the very edge of the roof an uncertain suicide guy stands. He notices me, but does not show sight. Okay, I go away, get the phone, turn on the camera, ask:

Because of the grandmother?

Yes, he responds with shame.

“Well, go,” I say, “I’ll take a picture, and she’ll look at your brains.

A minute of confusion, and then with the words, "But fuck her," - the guy tears and proudly departs.

Not my day... This video broke up)))

As a student, he brought to the class two completely identical round expander, but their similarity in appearance and ended - one was very light, the other - could be compressed by force no more than 10 times.



There was no pre-created insidious plan, it arose on the move, when a classmate (athlete, fighter) offered to compete. Immediately outlined the conditions - who will last longer, repeating one after another the compression of the expander.



The result is obvious, isn’t it? Immediately after my victory followed the exposure of the foundation – it was painful to watch a man who thought he was strong enough to break down.

One day, I go out from the corner of the house, and on the outing of the basement sits a gorgeously beautiful cat - furry, colored, like a siamese, the eyes are blue in half-face... I say to him so from the heart - "Well, what a beautiful you are!" The man who stood next to me smoking, surprised looking at me...Damn, the man I didn’t notice...

I once had a bar. Well, sometimes at the beginning of the shift I stood up for the DJ controller. There is no one yet (at night). I worked with a girl then as an officer, a pipet, all such a devout, right stereotypical nun, you will never hear a matte word from her, shorter than Mother Teresa. Well, here, I sit behind the controller, playing all kinds of music. I play loud. Here she quietly approaches me from the back, bends over her shoulder and pronounces, “Dolb**b.” I, slowly, scaryly, slowly turn my head, simultaneously twisting the volume to zero and so upset: What? and silence. And she repeats with a smile: Who sings?

Pharaoh gave the high priest the title of Hero of slave-owned labor.

Today at the entrance. A little girl comes out of school and calls the cellphone.
Who is there? Respond to a female voice.
Delivery of Five!

It was in the USSR that the title of a hero was given to anyone who got it - workers, collective farms, miners, soldiers, but in present-day Russia - to their own, proven billionaires.

There was a date with a man, he has a way of talking - to object to every sentence and tell how to do everything correctly. It was funny, like he asks, “Do you like coffee?I said, “Yes,” he said, “Why not tea? Here you are wrong, tea will be better, it is more useful.” Or asks, “Do you like the automatic box in the car?“I like to say, he says, “No, the machine is full of hernia, it is impossible to ride on it, you know what you are saying at all.” How is it possible to disagree with the feeling of “likes” or “does not like”?

Sometimes he arranged a combo and began to object, not even listening. Asked what soup I like to cook, I began to answer, only said about chicken, interrupted and began to explain that it is necessary to mix different meats, he knows how to correctly, I need to pay attention to his stories and record.



He finally got it when he asked, “Tell me about your last relationship, why did you break up?” I only had time to say, "In general, everything was good, but...", he sharply interrupted me, said, "A, well, I understand, but here I have...." and started complaining about my ex-wife, who had the greed to be dissatisfied that he came from work every evening.

After that, I was tired of trying to break into this monologue with questions purely so that he could move on to the topic he wanted, and collapsed. The emotional feeling of something heavy was then from this communication, as if after some pressure or aggressive behavior.