xxx: On the street, of course, the schedule is offgenic, but this is the story - so for yourself. In the computer, sooner or later you pump, change the inventory, weapons and transportation to the top, change several locations, and on the street you will remain a sludge Seroga with alcoholism, low salary and rust, forever broken by the Volga fifth, with permission to say, the automobile factory.

The old woman put before the young man an empty bowl:

The bank is empty, right?

and yes.

And now? Using large stones, she asked.

“Now the bank is full,” the young man replied.

Smiling, the old lady poured sand into her and questioningly looked at the guy. He reluctantly sneered, agreeing to some errors in his previous words.

Smiling even wider, the old lady took a glass of water and began to pour it into the already seemingly filled bowl. The boy could not withstand:

“Yes, grandmother, you are right: the bank was never full. But stop telling me, moving the half empty plate away from me, I am really already full.

This story was told to me by a guy with whom we were lying in the hospital. The boy was from the village. We were 16-17 years old.

Last year, he says, we were resting with his brother at his friend’s house. There were no parents, all the Spanish people gathered from neighboring villages. I was quickly taken away from a pair of glasses of samsung and I did not notice myself asleep where I was sitting. I woke up at night and my whole body was drained. In the darkness, I saw the silhouettes of the bodies with which the floor and all the available furniture were filled. There was nowhere to go, I decided to go home. He touched the body of his brother, threw it on his back and carried it two kilometers to the house. He threw his brother on the bed on the veranda, went into the house himself. At lunch, he says, I get up, I go out of the house to the veranda, I look at my brother. This is not a brother.

In general, it turned out that he was hooked home by some left-handed boy, whom he didn’t even know.

Why not...?



And did you know that now the football judges in the championship of Russia began to check on the polygraph, even to the "non-football" judges the hands reached!



© Dmitry Sviridov

Once a long time ago, a drunken husband stumbled on me, as it is, and turned to my mother. He did not find his favorite shirt (they are all his favourites, but most of all those he can’t find) thrown into the laundry.
He came and sadly asked:
Did you give my favorite shirt to my lover?
Then he was completely upset and fell to sleep.
In the morning I washed, the shirt hangs, dried up. Take, I say, I’ll smooth out and boil to my mom.
He started looking for the washed socks.
As always, a couple is missing.
Where is my favorite socks?! to
I gave her lover.
and pause.
Do you have a single leg?

And the maniac sat down with Putin and went out with Putin. Putin has even surpassed the maniac.