What a quiet dog. I cut my leg a week ago. Everyone in the blood, neighbors in shock. We have to wait another week to get out of the back and continue the execution.



YYY: If you see blood, you cut it wrong.



XXX is my blood.

A boy came to me in the hospital, aged 5-7. I started to look through my shoulder into the phone, to see what I was doing there. I don’t like when people look at me on the phone, so I turned away carefully. He started twisting his head, as if hinting, “Well, show me, right?”

His mother came, and he immediately came to her:

“Mom, he doesn’t let me look at the phone!

Mother :

Show him what you’re sorry for.

I am :

I have blood, murder and weapons here, do you not fear that a child will hurt the psyche?

The boy is happy:

I’m not afraid, I’ve played these games before.

I am :

You look at what he plays, there is blood and violence!

Mother turns to her son and is very angry and terrible:

Is it Maxim? What are you playing like that? Where is your blood and violence? Show me your games!

They go under the boy’s scream.

Excuse me, Maxime, I didn’t have to look at it.

A familiar therapist told me.

He was on the bus to work and was only thinking about how to buy a cake with kefir in the store.

And here’s his stop, he tries to get out, but he’s beaten down by the grandmother, who jumped sharply from the seat and pushing everyone away and all flew to the exit. Such a force will probably envy the tractor, dragging a 152mm haubice during the war.

My colleague, after recovering, goes out and goes to the store and then to a reception at the clinic.

And now guess who was his first to the reception with complaints and stones about how the body hurts and she barely reached the clinic.

On March 3, it was exactly 160 years ago that the bonding law in Russia was abolished for the first time.

and Taxi. At the same time, he took the girl from the bus station. The luggage is an impressive size suitcase. I asked for help to load. and helped. We go. The girl says:
I have to get there in 15 minutes.
I: I can’t get a hundred percent. One hour, not less.
D: – Better you have time, otherwise I’ll make your fucking counterfeit rid of you.
All attempts to urge the chicken to adequacy were unsuccessful.
She calls and complains:
"I am here your driver when the luggage was loaded, all the crystal in the suitcase broke. Let’s make a complaint.
I mean, lying is not good.
D: I warned you.
I stopped. I open the luggage box and throw the suitcase away with the words, “Now everything is fair.” I sit and leave.
Is that what she wanted to?

I am often accused that I live for my own pleasure. Sorry, but for whose pleasure should I live?! to