I would like to be a student in the American series of the 90s.

You are between 12 and 30. You are given hot school girls. You can drive a car and drink beer. Parents give you breakfast to school and money for pocket expenses. No need to work. If you work, then for exactly 3 series you will accumulate on a cool car. And most importantly, nothing changes. As long as the series comes out, you are a 10th grade student no matter how many years the series lasted!

The most important thing is not to be the guy who has been in a coma for 10 years and everyone has forgotten why.

I got TZ half an hour before midnight. Delivery time is the next day until 12. by 00.

In the language of managers, it’s called, “You had two days to work!”

Now the fashion went to extravagant names, hearing again in the courtyard the name of another Dobrinju, remembered a small case.

The acquaintances, or more precisely the acquaintance, decided to name the daughters Vitalina and Nicole. They are 8 years old, but only recently one of them complained, walking with my mother, that Dad calls them Vétal and Kolyan.

I was born on June 1 at 23:58, and my twin sister was born on June 2 at 00:03. Regardless of the difference of 5 minutes, each has its own personal birthday and individual gifts))

We had such a case at work.



A bus carrying children. Stopped the hiccups. Check the documents, everything is normal. He goes into the salon and looks around. He asks the children:

Are they all attached?

Here is a picture of the voice:

I am not attached.

The driver took his head:

How is it? I checked everyone personally.

The accompanying woman was also surprised, she herself caught everyone. When the parasite got out, a bad boy.



The result: a fine to the driver 3000 thousand, a fine to the official (mechanic) 30000 rubles, a fine to the organization 100000 rubles.



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I finally met my daughter’s boyfriend. I never thought the boy in class 10 would be higher and more muscular than me!But most offensive is that his beard is thicker, more beautiful.

I am standing in the shore at the Republican, drinking coffee, sluggishly leaving the pages of the book on my mobile. With orders of stitch, hunting to sleep, even coffee burns, but does not help to get excited. Immunity is already in progress.

A knock on my glass. A woman with a 5 year old girl. I descend.

Please help us!

What is?

- My daughter has diabetes, it's time for us to inject, take us to the sport please... We have drugs at home, and we don't even have money for the route. Please please.

I look at the girl. Dress, like her mother, is not rich, but elegant. It looks like something... poisoned. Probably, and really feelings are not important. Okay, I’m still standing, it’s hard...

and sit down.

I touch, run into the strip and run away. A woman gets a cell phone and calls someone. And asks the subscriber to borrow her money, at least five hundred rubles. I don’t hear the interlocutor, but the conversation turns out to be very short, and apparently ends with a refusal.

We go...

Sorry, can I ask you?

About what? I look at them in the salon mirror. She is crying. The girl, without saying a word, stared out the window.

Can you buy us medicines? In debt, leave your number, I will call you and give it.

How much do your medicines cost? A worm of doubt. It hurts... I am sorry. No money, sorry for this little dark child.

Three hundred rubles. Oh, thank you, thank you very much!

I slow down at the pharmacy, the mother with all her legs rushes there, quickly returns with a packet of some medicines. He is back in thanksgiving again.

When I landed them in the sports room, I, on the insistence of the woman, wrote her phone number. Of course, no one called me back. I struck and forgot.

The case was in autumn.

Spring, the morning hour of peak. I landed a client on the Green, I leave the courtyard - a woman is actively voting at the exit. I brake, turn on the emergency, drop the glass.

Please help me! I have a bad child at home, an asthma attack, and there is no money even on the road! Please take away!

The OP-PA All faces are known.

Where to take?

In his youth, in Frunze. She is, exactly she.

and sit down. Have you moved from sports for a long time?

From the sports? The woman is pretty confused. Milla, she is she.

I go with my daughter to a sports car. She has not only diabetes, but also asthma? Why are you silent? Do you say the PDN number, or go crazy? I will take the phone. Where did you crash? Stay up my mom!! to

did not settle.

The class in the 4th - 5th my friend Yuri gave a real sea binoculars.

Well, in order to test it as much as possible in the case, it was decided to go to the field where the geodesic tower stood - the highest available structure in the surrounding area at the time. The height was exactly 10 floors. Constructively, the tower had two "floors" - approximately in the middle there was a platform enclosed with fences.

Well, therefore, we went in there three, looked in turn into the binoculars and let the aircraft from the paper taken with us.

After an hour we got tired of this matter and decided to go down.

I went down the last and stayed on the middle floor, because I was caught. Accepted what?

And that it was already summer and green apples with unripe strawberries came to the grass.

Well, the boys down there are already standing and rubbing my heads, like go down.

I’m not tearing, I’m crying. You hide or turn away. “I will cast out.”

Well, one (the most astute) departed from the tower in general to the windy side, and Jurka decided to hide under a scattered bush near the tower itself.

Well, I looked up, strapped my pants, moved across the fence and relaxed the valve.

Honestly, I went to the opposite side of where I was hiding under the Yuri bush.

No changes to the wind.

In general, when Yurk, sitting on the grass under the bush, noticed that something dropped on him from a completely clean sky and that it was not water, he broke his legs across the field.

Without seeing the results of my actions, I continued to admire the sights that opened up.

Yuri has fled.

He ran as far as his feet glowed. He just ran by the wind.

It would be better if he stayed under the bush.

The wind normally sprinkled on him. straight in the course of its trajectory.

At that time, he did not get well.

“Spring,” as someone said then.

I had a schizophrenic neighbor. Not bitter but problematic. It wasn’t good to put him in a fool, but sometimes he went to bed for a couple of weeks. The relatives were waiting for him to leave the apartment by moving to a different world. Everyone thought it would be soon. The fact is that in addition to the shaft, he also boiled significantly, like this was the cause of the shaft. In fact, his anti-health was wild. The caterpillars walked and greeted by the hand. Then a grandmother began to talk to him. Washed it all there, it began to hold it in order. The grandmother turned out to be the widow of the general with a hefty pension and virtually moved. Behind her was another grandmother, and then there was a whole harem gathered. I think for a fist? And then I know from our neighbors that the one who has gone is a prophet. And all his nonsense about how he contacts with aliens, flies to the moon in a dream, and frankly hallucines on the blue of nothing but carefully recorded prophecies. Later, the ladies and younger people began to walk. I eventually moved, I don’t know how it ended, but I suspect the circus continues. I never thought that the blue odoring thing floating in the entrance was actually such a unique personality.

She was both stupid and lazy... and he felt needed and strong.

It is said that greed is the second happiness, and fools are always lucky.
In general, the case was in 2001. In my hometown, shooting in the streets from grenades then ceased to be fashionable - but serious guys in sports trousers were still riding beeches (which nobody had thought of calling "boomers"). And I was a young green fool who worked in a small computer company. The clients were different, not everyone confessed the principle of "duty - a matter of honor". But somehow they managed to negotiate with them without bringing them to extremes.
These are some inconsistent ones. They don’t want to pay for the work they do – and that’s all. They cheer with their roughness, participation in a single “social-political union”. In other words, natural...
I just decided to resign and move to the capital. And here the boss, when I came to him for a calculation, just said:
Their client? The Thy. Do they owe us? A hundred pounds. So go and pay off the debt as you want. If you bring a baby, I’ll pay you as much as I need, but I’m not sorry.
I looked at myself in the mirror... The ugly glasses-botan. The costume is cheap, with a collar colorful in the fashion of the time. Who is not afraid of me and will take it seriously? But nothing to do... I sat down in my broken box and went to the debtor’s office. And they lived on the outskirts, next to the factories. I come, go to the reception to the main, I am interested in the subject of his presence. Not there, they say. Okay, I’ll answer, I’ll wait for him on the street, in the car.
I go out and I realize I don’t even know how he looks. Only the name was given to me. But to come back, to ask, is inappropriate somehow. He went to his coffin. I sit and wait. An hour, two or three. In order not to miss - I picked up the book, read it, and periodically look at the booklet - a photo of my beautiful girlfriend.
The car was placed in front of the entrance to the building. My calculation - as a cool limousine approaches - so I'll go straight to him and approach. No one, except the director of theirs in such transport can move.
Until the evening, no limousines arrived. In general, somehow empty on the parking lot, and no one enters or exits the building. Only the curtain at the reception window sometimes rolls.
At 8 o’clock it was dark, so I think there’s no point in waiting. The area is not the most quiet again - I have nothing to do here at night. I went home without bread.
The next day is exactly the same. He came - asked - was sent - went into the car - sat down until evening. There is still silence, only the birds whisper.
And on the third day, in the morning, our boss caught me. brought to the office. The envelope is dirty. I re-calculated, there was, besides what I expected, a bigger sum. I raise my eyes at him with a silent question.
They paid, he said. The money fell on the account today.
“And yet,” he says, “their chief called me on the trumpet early in the morning: “You didn’t understand us that way, we don’t want war. We don’t need to send a wheelchair.”
The Waltz is a killer, if anyone did not know.
"I immediately painted it: a scratch in the glasses, under the student cuts. The car is clearly stolen, sits, pretends to read the book - and passes the entrance, and with the photo is checked. The nerves, of course, have ropes: it looks so beautiful, does not hide, does not fear that it will be removed. Mother of the Beast, short.
I took the envelope, pulled the boss's hand - and went to the first seat with my wife.

And what of the story above, and what was - you decide for yourself.

Al-Qaeda has taken responsibility for forming a new Russian government.