There was a student case. I gave some arch-complex colloquium on Matan (for me, in general, everything related to it was arch-complex), while preparing for the answer, biting out the whole pen. He got "good" and flew home just on the wings of happiness. Well, here I am all so positive in the route. And, apparently, a good mood was so key to me that even those around me noticed. The girls looked at me, smiling. But with one sweetheart they sat down and looked at it especially long. I just turn around and see with my side eye that he is looking at me. I turn to her, and she looks away and smiles so mysteriously.

I thought there was a spark between us. I was already going to shoot, shoot numbers, tell me that I have a fourth in the matan. Well, to make an impression, but I never decided. She went out earlier.

“That’s how people feel the subtle energy,” I thought. "We need to behave as confidently more often than we do today." And then I came home and saw that I had, it turns out, only half a fucking blue ink. Prepod, infection, also said nothing

At the end of the 1990s, he worked in a taxi service. And we had a "stable" there - for me, it was just a pipe that was allergenic. As he didn't sit in the car with me, I started to squeeze from coughing. And from all the service only I had such a reaction to her.



They hated each other. I repeatedly heard her asking the controller not to send this tuberculosis to her and he constantly refused to go to this syphosis.



I took a taxi yesterday through the in-driver. I approached the address, the passenger sat down, and I didn't even look at who was there and what - greeted and went. He almost immediately began to cough. Just like an attack. And the voice:



Oh hello to you! I did not recognize you immediately!



I go back and look at her. We have not seen each other for 20 years. Pleased each other. All the way he coughed and rejoiced, coughed and rejoiced.

Xxx: I also don’t like the noise, the jerk in vain, the whisper, the noise. I am an introvert, I love being at home, I love my home, it is dear to me, it is good and comfortable. It always seemed that people who disappear everywhere are those who don’t like their home, they don’t like it. I love movies, games and books. I love to come up with something and merge, play at home on electronic drums and guitar. I like to go into the electronics and sleep. Especially to sleep. This is without exaggeration. I do not like guests. It is very difficult when acquaintances come, and there are no common interesting topics, I have to pretend that I am interested in their topics, this is a titanic work, but it is necessary, because of this. I don’t want people to think badly about me. I like to be, but so that in the memory of others about me there are only positive moments in the surroundings. I do not like to cause inconvenience to anyone. (Yes, in drums and guitar only in headphones) At the public on their own will only if there is a close topic or just curiosity. It’s amazing how different they are, even though all people seem to have grown out of the same cave.



YYY: I understand you very well. I’t come to visit you or invite you.

If God did not give a woman patience, then he expected that she would somehow become hysterical.

Change of Generations

We sit in the house and rest. My wife is sleeping, my kids are with me. At the box some militant, and the hero shoots the clock with a knife.

Here, the elderly 16-year-old suddenly says, “Do you know how to throw knives?”
I : of course. As a child, I played with knives.
In the sense of childhood?! to
I: Well, there was such a fun before. When I was 6-7 years old, I started playing socks in the yard. In the territory or ships.
She: at 6 years old? Are you scratching again?! to
I: Yes, if you want to, let me learn.
We go out into the yard, I learn how to properly hold, how to approximately calculate the distance... I draw a circle. We start playing.

She after half an hour: "I still don't believe that before at 6 years old in knives played, children with knives walked..."

The woman goes out on the doorstep: “Oh, you’re playing with knives? I want to be with you! She hasn’t played since childhood!”—the daughter’s eyes are rounded, and the wife continues: “You don’t fix the brush, so Dad wins. I will teach you the right way!”
No scene

by Chupakabra981

A wife of soul:
and dear! I forgot the towel.
Man (without breaking away from the monitor):
Remember to...

I was divorced a long time ago. There were scandals, clarifications of who was to blame, flights of chairs on me, me on the floor, on my side of objects. There were bouquets of roses in my face when I refused to tolerate.



In one of his flights, the chair hit the heater standing next to me, leaving an impressive blur there.



The divorce took place, my son and I marked it with ice cream and swimming in the fountain and began to get used to the usual normal life. My son went to kindergarten, I went to work, we got well.



At the beginning of the year, I was asked about divorce. I was very upset, but I told you something. Including a chair and a heater. In response, my boss told her story, very similar, in which the chair flew into a luster.



And then, thinking, she added, "There was something that I doubted whether it was worth divorcing. After divorce, she sometimes regretted. And you know what helped me stay with my opinion? I got a luster that I never removed. The broken luster, which should have been my head instead.



Twelve years have passed since my divorce. There were many things, there were doubts and regrets. But I still keep that old terrible heater with a deep inhalation.



And you know, it helps.

Xxx: No doctor will tell a patient at the examination.



Yyy : Why? My gynecologist told me that I have a lovely whisper 😂



Xxx: Brother, such loud statements and without a photo, in a decent society to do is not accepted. So let’s, so to speak, provide evidence. At the same time, local specialists will check if it is not swollen, or how)



Yyy: I won’t buy it anymore!!! to