Recently in Yaroslavl came a duo named Chekhov from the Kamedi. The organizer told me.
During lunch, the guys began to ask about the city, in order to prepare jokes with local color. I asked to tell you about the measure.
As a mayor, as an opposition. And here is luck - behind the neighboring table, Evgeny Robertovich is noticed as his own person, drunk in the meat.
As they say, it is better to see once.

To not be nervous xxx read poems.

XHH: Released
I guess that’s called stichomania.
Poetry, yes
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Poetry
You enter the library unpainted and pale, looking around.
WOW: and to the librarian "do you have Pushkin?"
Q: What is you specifically interested in?
WOW :
I need 1st volume of works from 1814 to 1822
But...
Give me a gun!
Don’t scream, this is a library.
Give me Pushkin, I need Pushkin! The storm clouds the sky, the winds of snow...shut up, give Pushkin!
Excellent ROFL

Soshial is *.rar? Are you serious? 21st century in the courtyard
Do you need a nanor?

xxx: I was at the ophthalmologist today, in a private office. I decided to check my vision and clarify whether I would pass the medical commission with my weak myopia before jumping with a parachute. My doctor, how do I know? Well, the doctor is not a sportsman, maybe not knowing. And then he asks with a sweet smile: "The parents agree? Or do you have a family with many children and if something happens to one child, then nothing terrible?

to this:

The Polish Compagnie. They were sitting in the hallway and playing a “card game” with a name not mentioned in my book. The essence of the game is harmless - a certain of the 4 cards (dama-king-valet-tuz) from the players is expected a certain reaction. For example, when a lady - you need to say in a choir "Good evening, lady!", and when an ace - put your hand in the middle of the table on the hands of other participants. The latter - late - or something confused takes away the dropped cards. When the pace of the game is high, it is really fun. Particularly - to watch a person confused, pulls his hand - and hurriedly cleans, or somehow unclearly feeds, interrupting the replica inappropriate to the map at its very beginning).

Tell me what game? All childhood in it played with friends, but since then many years have passed, I remember only this phrase about "Good evening, gentleman!" and the battle for the ace, and the rest - unfortunately. Please help me!)

In the line to the state registrator, opposite are sitting a business-looking mutich (M) and a young, innocent-looking girl (D). A man speaks on the phone:
M: Well, did they send your offer? How much have they charged?
D: (to take a look)
M: They have been swallowed!
D: (the nose is tired)
M: – Tell them that with the quality of services as a train station prostitute to take as an elite...
D: (full of panic eyes looking at the man)
M: - Eeee... hm, in general, say that their price does not correspond to the market condition.(Smile to the girl)

xxx, wrapping the thread with threads and sticking it in a plastic bag:
“I’m educated, I’m a foolish man,” he puts a check in the freezer, “I’m a foolish man, I’m a foolish man, I’m a scientist...” and he closes the refrigerator.
This is a session.

XXX: From June 6 in the movie about Gagarin. Surprisingly, there is only one thing about this fact: Gagarin doesn’t play NEM.
AAA: I don’t believe
BBB: I don’t believe it!! to
CC: It can’t be!
DDT is flooding!
Thanks for looking like...

V_k

by Habrahabr:
Well, which side do you prefer – the middle class that is close to you in terms of way of life, education, interests and goals, but does everything, or the drug addicts and the proletariat, with whom you have virtually nothing in common except dissatisfaction with life?
Strangely enough, there are only two people in my entrance to turn the bulbs: I and the addicts, close to me in education and lifestyle, the middle class for some reason prefer only to park on the lawn and throw the garbage under the stairs. It is difficult to divide people into two categories.

I sit like this, here, in the office behind the comp, I work, and here without a knock, the condor settler enters. Girl manager: "We are cold, cold!" The editor replied: "What’s cold to you, I haven’t turned anything on yet! I don’t want to go: it’s always cold! It’s a subtle hint to warm you up, to wrap you up?"...and I’m sitting like that, here, in the office behind the comp, working and thinking, "Here, he, here, he’s the pickup of the 80th Level";)

A new mayor is elected. The smoke is black. c) The Twitter

Habr, discussion of the engagement ring that shines if you take the hand:

In general, I think it would be more correct if the ring would shine, if it is not the bridegroom who takes it by the hand, but the left-handed man. It lighted red light and threatened.

The xxx:
- Here would do home cleaning and press "Save"!
YYYY :

When it all goes wrong, restore it from a backup.

Price in the store "Everything for the country and garden": "Heathouse hope"

From Habr:

xxx: And I have another example: my neighbors-drog addicts, who have no internet at all, only TV, do not believe the news and ask me to tell them how things really are, because only on the internet, in their opinion, the truth and write.

YYY: It is now. They are surrounded by their internet and they don’t trust TV!

How do you cope with the heat?
Yyyyy: I breathe) and you?
xxx yes
xxx also))
XXX: Wild humidity
Yyy: In the office today could be chicken fried.
YYY: Although, rather to stir up with vegetables
YYYYYYYYYY with us :D

The button "a portion of salt" in a gas machine is a remnant of Soviet times. These devices were placed in the production facilities. There was salt water. This is done to restore the salt balance in the body. But not from a hammer (although it also helps from it), but with intense physical activity - sweat is released, it is salty. The salt ends, the sweat is not released, the person overheats and loses consciousness. A slice of such - a spoonful of salt and this effect. On the "Norilsk Nickel"- in the melting workshops still stand.

A new mayor is being elected. The smoke is black.

I think my husband and I are serious.
YYY: Why do you think so?
Yesterday I asked for Ubuntu.

Ivan is AAA!
Ivan: More than people in the ranks
Ivan: I am angry
Ivan: an orange that is not cleaned!!! to
Ivan is AAA! How I am angry!! to
Elizaveta: it can just be taken and cut
Ivan is no. I do not like so.
I want to clean.
Elizaveta: And people can simply be taken and killed ahahahah