I have lived in the fifth floor for about a year. We have no rubbish. I always pick up the garbage bags that lie on the way to the first floor. Well, little, maybe my grandmother lives alone, and I am not broken. I go to the container. And then I was lucky to go on vacation, for the first time in 3 years a week. I got back today, I get up. I see, on the fourth floor there are three huge packages of garbage and they smell very strong (the week turned out to be warm). I call the apartment next to which there are bags to get a little upset, well, or to make sure there is a lonely old lady. I am opened by a woman aged 30-35. On the backdrop, a child eats, a man in cowards is drawn from behind, and then a stream falls on me:

“Here he appeared. I will write a complaint against you at the JEK, and you will be settled quickly.” In short, I could put the word in three minutes. All this with a lot of matte and real scream. The lady thought that I was an employee of the JEC and was obliged to keep the entrance clean.

I’m going to take a bag there. From the third, where I was convinced that the disabled person lives - ok. But here...

I cut my hair before the last call. The girl shaved-cut me and she pulls out her tail and she shaves me with a naked machine. The silence. I look at her, her eyes over the glass. He says, “I’ll get out now.” “Well, do everything under zero,” I answer, and I see myself as a ceiling! “You can’t pay,” says the barber. I go. Two days later, the last call. One “but” is a teacher. I surprised the kids at the last lesson. Teachers are more.

Outside: And also liked such a creativity: once took and on all mirrors (in households, in bathrooms, etc.) This person is responsible for your safety".

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They are moving, they are children.

and answers
Is it possible to see from the behavior of the girl that she is clean? No certificate from the gynecologist.
ZZZ: It is not possible. Even the most apparent angel can be a mother gangbanger.

Zhirinovsky caught a kilogram forel at a fishing and recreation festival.

Feel the distance. I didn’t catch a two-kilogram squid.

"The rate of the ruble is rising, as does the income of the population"
How did you find the breakdown? How do you feel in the parallel universe, how have you been able to contact us?

The magical power of friendship.
Two Omicha went to visit a friend, but he was not at home. The deceived guests did not give up. They broke the glass with bricks, naked hands (!) They folded the window bar and went inside.
Waiting for a friend, they drank a bottle of vodka and stole the TV.

I was 7-8, my father got an apartment from the factory, settled, but the city phone was not connected, and there were no mobile phones at all. My dad was at work, my mom was at home with my little brother, and I was walking in the yard. I hear my mother shouting from the balcony: “Aloha, go home.” I run, she turned her leg, barely walking, says, “Call an ambulance.” I run to the phone machine in the neighboring courtyard, call 03, telling the situation, in response approximately - "ahaha, stop talking, don't call here anymore." I click again, tell you again what happened, and it’s not a joke – ignore again. I have tears from the fact that the real trouble happened, my mom is bad, and the ambulance does not believe me, hopelessness is just a gesture. I am standing at the machine and crying. Some uncle approached, asked why I roar, I told him what it was, he called the ambulance with me: "Why are you there for people like that, the child here is crying, and you refuse to help!" - gave me a phone, I told the operator again and promised to send the car. 15 minutes later, the car arrived, the mother was inspected, helped.



25 years have passed, and I still remember that situation in detail. Since then I have been constantly afraid that if something like this happens again, then no one will believe me again.

Outsider: Or here another idea was born, on the wave, to tick. The movie is "Tora". And the poster to him - a Jew in a black hat and with combat pairs, in brilliant armor, holds in his lifted hand a ma-a-alian hammer, in which a careful such expensive lightning hits.

At work, a small aural took a few documents to fill the house. I sit on Sundays, work at home, look at the clock on the monitor at 17:05, and I think it’s time to go home.

In short, I dream that I, Kanye West and the spirit of Nikola Tesla have developed an algorithm to solve any problems in the universe. There is such a function. We tried it on the creation of a conceptual God and almost broke the universe, but the algorithm was working, with protection against it and it all worked out. When I finished algorithming the process and started compilation, I tried to remember the formula, I know I'm sleeping and I need to remember when I wake up. But Tesla grabbed me and told me not to repeat his mistakes, the world is not ready! I push him, I shout at Kanye, that he may help the world, so pathetically, to decide whether he is ready or not. The wind in the haru, I try to disassemble the formula and remember. Kanye cries for exorcism on the car, but Tesla strikes it, then runs into me and tears me out of sleep. I open my eyes, I try to remember the algorithm and I understand that the nifiga doesn’t work. I think you’re a fool, Tesla, and you’re going to get rid of it. Here is this.
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I wonder what Kanye dreamed today. It would be fun if I was looking forward to a new track on the autotune on the subject of exorcism.

I want an orange farm and huge mechanized spiders like slaves.
Why the spiders?
XHH: They rely on points and will not shake the beds

The first TV channel turned from a federal channel, into a stinking show-cloak. In the morning we are treated, then we are dressed, in the evening we are married, and then we are judged, and there is definitely a deputy from the state, and the whole repertoire ends with a cheap series shot by an amateur video camera. This "Malakhovshchyn’" with a dirty outer cloth...

This is something else. I once stumbled upon the “Vatican, this Mecca of the Catholic world.”

Do you really live in Jamaica? My wife dreams of meeting old age.

I was in Jamaica. This is not a place where you want to meet old age.
Negroes, drugs, poverty and crime.

Maybe it will just suit her. The picture of a small homeland from childhood will be completely recreated, only in a milder climate and with the ocean.

Judging by the TV advertisement of any cute girl on the street, who goes and smiles: monthly, drops, she endlessly pierces, removes her hair 24 hours a day and feeds her cavalier with packs of Viagra. And so many old fat babies are healthy as sailors before landing.

I got the idea of the game. Not even the game itself, but rather the concept. I am very annoyed in the games such moments - I agreed you will meet with one guy in a certain place. I went to perform a side quest. And you walk and walk around the game world, on the other end of the card visited, the beard grown, on three levels ripped, you come to the established place, and there this guy is waiting for you, like a cracked Hachiko and even in the sort never got out.
And what if the player ceases to be the pope of the earth and the one that determines the course of history. What if the events in the game will unfold on their own.
Here is the task to save the lady in trouble and there really need to run and save. And it’s not because everyone around the “run and save,” it’s been 1000 years like it doesn’t work. There is no need to rush if nothing changes from this in the story. Everyone knows that when you come to the place, you will see a certain video and it doesn’t matter if you ran out of all your legs or stopped to sleep, heal and eat.
Why don’t all the other heroes live their own lives? He ran faster, the lady was dragged into the basement. Delayed - she sits in the basement, stunned for a long time - she is already in torture telling your positions to the enemy. And if you actually hit the main story and somewhere scratched for a month, then you will come to the grave.

In order for an ordinary European to get lost in the crowd, three Chinese are enough.

A round fool is much more pleasant than a bone.