Lesbians love to suck, but they don’t give them because they’re terrible... they’re angry.

yyy: Always pleased how the very fact of the existence of lesbians beats on male self-love :)

XXX is not hit. I really like lesbians :)

Yyy: In that case, I think you don’t really understand who lesbians are.

XXX: I understand it very well. I am a lesbian ;)

Yyy: Aaa... Do you also like to suck hives, but they don’t give it because it’s scary?

In the mid 1990s. We are two brothers in the family. I am 7 years old, my brother is one year older. I am a well-known monkey in our courtyard – I have overtaken all the available lighting pillars, trees, roofs, basements. This time, on the third floor level, I was hanging on an apple tree branch with one hand, and the other hand was eating the same apples. From the entrance, the father goes out to do his business. Near the entrance is a standard picture of three babies on the bench, grinding fresh speeches.

Where does Dad look? ! to He hangs his boy. It will fall! It will break! The grandmother struck his father.

“And I have one more,” replied the father and went on with his business. The grandmothers were silent.

has grown up. not broken up. I have sports awards.

I met a girl at a party, so lucky that they woke up together. She ran out in the morning, being late somewhere, and I hastily ate breakfast and took a bath, remembering the night and looking at my scratched back in the mirror. I see her earrings on the table. Old and heavy. Grandmother, she said again. I put it in my pocket and went back.

The door was opened by a cute lady in a robe, on the face - my mom, I stretched her earrings and said:

Please send it to me, Julia.

She trembled, insecurely took her earrings in her hands, questioningly looked at her.

I forgot her accidentally yesterday.

And yesterday? ? to ? to

Well yes.

and pause.

The young man! Julia died six years ago.

I stuck with a pillar, painfully contemplating, but at that moment Julia ran away from somewhere, shouting indignantly:

and Mom! Stop being so dumb!

My mother jumped and invited me to drink coffee.

So I met my aunt.

I met my husband by chance. We were stuck in the elevator. We stayed in a closed room for almost an hour. Why we couldn’t get pulled out of the regular elevator for so long – I still don’t understand.

I didn’t want to go into the elevator because I’m afraid of elevators and small closed spaces. I am a claustrophob!

At the fifth minute I felt bad. The pulse was so high that every heartbeat was given in the ears. I became difficult to breathe. The chest, like forging fur, expanded and shrunk. It was very bad. The man laid his jacket on the floor and took me by the ankles and sat on the jacket. I told you what was the cause of a panic attack. He turned, got something and gave me two pills. I swallowed them. The man said it’s a very strong sedative and I’ll feel better in a few minutes.

It really made me easier. I kept sitting on the floor. He also sat next to him and began to speak with a calm voice. I don’t remember what it was about, but a quiet, smooth voice acted reassuringly on me.

We sat and talked. When the door of the elevator opened, I was already completely okay. A man invited me to a cafe. And already in the cafe asked what this was for such a strong sedative. I wanted to buy it in case the panic would happen again. He smiled and gave me a box of mint tick. Aha, I helped two mint candies!

Agree, Suvorovskoye School sounds better than Shoiguevskoye

On April 26, we will celebrate the 34th anniversary of the Chernobyl nuclear disaster. I worked there with robots to eliminate disasters, the first robotic installation was, it was a "crossover". When the helicopter overturned and crashed near the reactor, all the pilots died, after which, the electricians were instructed to develop an installation that could move through the reactor, a wire. The transfer was carried out by the military, with the help of missiles. If it is interesting, I will write about it in detail.
Now in more detail, I wanted to tell you about the following:
During the construction of the sarcophagus over the 4th block, the task was set to launch the third block of the nuclear power plant. The fourth exploding block was technically connected to the third block. It was necessary to cut all the pipes between the blocks and all the pipes of the 3rd block to roll onto themselves. The cutting of the pipes was also done by automated installations.
And then the problem arose - how to weld zirconium pipes in the presence of a large radioactive background? The welding of zirconium pipes is carried out in the following way - a constant current and a stream of inert argon gas is supplied to the needle of wolfram, an electric arc of 1.5-1,7 mm is lit, and this arc welds the zirconium pipes between them. The fight lasts two hours. I knew only two welders who, in narrow conditions, could produce such welding. One finger led on the seam, and the other hand supported the burner. The second welder did this with the help of a removable mirror. But the use of welders was immediately refused, as the welders took the dose within half an hour. Therefore, for welding the seam needed 4 welders. And the seams had to be welded within 2 thousand.
At first, an order for the development of a welded robot was submitted to the Paton Institute in Kiev, but it was said that they needed several years to develop.
Development was undertaken by PRP BAER (Beloyarsk AtomEnergoRepair Manufacturing Enterprise), in a short time the robotic installation, and then two more were ready. Our engineers are a miracle. They calculated the step of the planetary reducer on paper. Without the use of calculators and computers, as, at the time, they simply did not exist! When I adjusted the height of the electric arc, the engineer looked at the arc through the dimmed glass and said the height of the arc: "Height 2.5 mm! It is now 1.9mm. Now a few microns less! Now the norm is 1.7 mm!”
Further, the robotic installations were brought to the 3rd block of the nuclear station and they began to weld the seams. The soldiers brought and installed them there, the operator turned on the program and they began to do the job instead of people. When the robotic installations moved to the next mark, after two minutes, they almost immediately failed. In my home, in a relatively clean room on the 3rd block of the nuclear station, I replaced their burned chips, chased them on all modes, but as soon as they were taken back on the mark, then in a few minutes they went out of order. It continued several times! Changing the chips, so that they immediately went wrong, no longer made sense. A, it meant the collapse of the task of launching the 3rd block! The whole world disappeared before my eyes. First, the room itself disappeared, where there should be walls, I saw some light lines, instead of people saw a cluster of curved lines. But the most interesting thing I’ve seen is how the robotic installations on the mark are failing! I saw them burning their microchips! When I recovered, I already knew that I needed to change the schemes so that they continued to work smoothly. The task was completed, the 3rd block worked, though, not for a long time. Further, the collapse of the Union, the separation of Ukraine, and all the specialists began to receive copies and became unnecessary to the country, which was no longer!
My friends, Soviet engineers, all the liquidators of the consequences of the Chernobyl disaster, are dedicated!

The police were allowed to shoot at defeat at any threat.
As we remember, the threat to them are plastic glasses.

A familiar unmarried and without children (over thirty) met by inability with a girl (also childless, and also over thirty). He arranged a meeting, comes on a date to her at the address, and there begins the circus. He opens the door, beautiful, sexy, in a fighting colour, just... He immediately sends him to the bathroom to wash his hands and haru. Then - dressed in a dress, but pyjama pants and the same shirt. Sitting on with wine in the hall, each at his table, so that there is no physical contact, she has a sprayer under her hands to treat viruses. They ate and put on a movie. She was a girl on the couch, he was on the chair at the other end of the room. Talked about something. The pearl of a friend on a cough - held back from the last force, otherwise, as he said, by feelings he would be shot, and the body would be burned. We talked about something in the room. He was about to leave, dressed again in the bathroom, his pyjamas dress in the bathroom and thrown away. Meanwhile, the girl “desinfected” the room where they were sitting – spraying the table, the table, the chair and in general the whole part of the room where he was.



has gone. They are now scheduled for another date. And... he says – a girl though with strange things, but so cute. The next meeting will be at home. From the job took a chemistry suit (OZK or as it is called there) - the squirrel will ask him to change his clothes. He also took our healthy balloon, which we process production areas at work (balloon on the back, long hose, sprayer) - he wants to hit her with security measures in response. Well, as a "chicken on the cake" - a gift - a welding mask for working in closed spaces with a filtration output (through which the air supply goes) and a set of regenerative cartridges to it.