When social life is suppressed, there are only two consolations: vodka or Hegel’s philosophy.

Open space is a mathematically calculated and physiologically justified scheme for suppressing the will of employees by the employer. It combines a barracks, prison and a poultry factory.
Not all coincidentally. The talk about corporate spirit and the rational organization of space is an emptiness for the light-believers.
Where are you going?

Authorship ‏@astroaist

The destruction of vanity is the duty of every decent person. If boredom is not in an angry state, it is a disgrace to others"Landau

Mr. Bugs
I today saw such a trick - the shorter goes from the station to the first way a man with a grandmother, they look like 45 years old, such a man is loaded with bags, they are overwhelmed. And the grandmother goes down with one bag and says: Ah, how good together!

Mr. Bugs
The expression of the man's face at this point is not transmitted!

I am a real girl. Even on the porn site I pop up advertisements "White cardigan - buy".

Dialogue in the building shop:

Buyer (showing something long and narrow with his hands): Do you have something for sale? These...

The Seller: The Seller?

The buyer: No. (He tries to remember the word.) These... (more quietly, thinking out loud) what a Petrosian humor... (in full voice) A! Do you have plants?

Commander: It was in place.

I hear a whispering child’s voice outside the fence – “Grandmother, can I go for a walk?”

The answer is: "No!"

“Baby, can I go for a walk?and "

"No, I said!"

" and why!" - so with inexplicable suffering

The answer killed

"Yes, because you are a d@wnuck!"

From the forum, the topic of why people confuse right and left.

The xxx:
I am confusing too. I am 27, they say, all creative natures confuse.

YYYY :
I’ve heard that all people without brains like to call themselves creative natures.

Commentary on the news: "A truck that woke up filled the MKAD with asphalt."
XXX: Well, now at least there will be asphalt.

Fraser Oleg doesn’t need to explain to his wife why he doesn’t wear the ring.

Suicide is not the answer
HH: Well, it is when
If you are asked, for example,
What is the name of a man who kills himself?

I sit at work, all day I am glad that there is no one in the whole three-storey building, freedom.
Then I realized that today is Sunday. My birthday. And I am at work.

Flowers of Sirens,
It smells dumb.
Fighting disastrously
My brain and my heart...

Oh these villagers! (from the conversation on the phone)
There was such a storm on the street, fuck! But you know, I would only want one thing right now: that if you were lying next to me, I would not care if it was rain, lightning, or lightning. Only you are there, and the rain would monotonously drum out the window.
He: Daaaah, it’s raining... I watered tomatoes yesterday.

In one large store, there was an action: as a result of the contest, 5 people were selected, who can take out of the store in 50 seconds everything you like.
Comments on Action: Interesting, but can cash machines be taken out?

""I go somehow on a scooter with a stand"

And then there further? Tell me. was intrigued.

You fuck my girlfriend!
I can clear the guilt!
Do you want to fuck your girlfriend?
“I could, but she left me when she found out I slept with yours, so it’t work. But...
What – but? Would you suggest that I fuck you?
Well, if it counts...

Hundreds of naked cyclists march through Mexico to defend their rights
My reaction: What can be the right of a naked cyclist?! to

The hell cake. She got the foundation from the oven, laid out everything needed, pushed the cake back, left. In 10 minutes I come, I open the oven... I hang. There is no cake. One home! Carefully close the oven. I open again. not there. I remember all the signs of schizophrenia I know. Then on the slot machine comes: "Play the slot and give back. It is very important" In case I leave the kitchen, well not to bother... I come back, I open the oven - NO! Why do I go to the mirror... as if there were no external changes. I pick up - a wave of time - in Google "out of the oven disappeared cake". I know I am doing something wrong. I shrugged my hand, there was a reaction. She said to herself: "Julia!!!!! You are an adult, smart woman. Well, where could he go?" I thought of the neighbors attracted by the smell of fresh baking. The balcony is open. I went out and looked. Not even a fig. I go back to the kitchen with a mental disorder. I am depicting aliens craving my cake in their plate and starting to roast... I drink a glass of water. I open the dishwasher to put an empty glass. From there my cake grows astonished... The doors are next to me.
I am sitting with myself.)

Sitting friends - one eats a hamburger, the other smokes. At the same time, they emotionally discuss how harmful it is to run on asphalt.