This week one of our employees came from vacation. Everything was done, everyone brought a gift - to everyone with a hint. To whom a glass of beer, to whom a T-shirt "fishing troops", to whom a statuette of a man with a beer bottle.

Then came the turn of the boss. The guy gets a tape of some painted condoms (they are sold in resorts, with various pictures and inscriptions), and stretches them to the master with the words "it's you, without a hint if anything. I just saw why I remembered you.”

A bit of the investigator’s work.

In almost every change we see death. It is impossible to get used to it, but it is little that can shock. I was surprised today. Accident with the dead. The car was turned, the roof was cut by a fighter, things flew across the road. And here one of the drivers, passing by, stops, comes out of the car, takes the perforator of the deceased and goes...

The driver caught him, the stolen was returned. A history without morality, just about those around us...

Hi to you! This is the Sberbank Security Service. We recorded a suspicious transfer from your card to the name of Sokolov Ivan Sergeevich from Kaluga for 3641 rubles. Did you do this translation?

Yes of course!

Was it exactly done?

I just translated. Is it okay?

Oh... go on fucking!

Who teaches telemarketers in the Kirov colony? Well, how is it: just off the script and the whole dialogue will be filled up immediately!

Yesterday I heard from my wife the phrase that my mother said to my father, I was always wondering why my father agrees to it, because it is so disgusting. I realized that the report of a new stage of our life with our wife began and there is no way back. She opened the refrigerator, saw a potato that stood in the pot for a long time, looked at me and just asked:

“Will you eat or will I throw it away?”

From each department, someone had to be sent to the Society of sobriety.

The manager called me. Next to him was the parth of the faculty.

― Sergey, ― started with the snack carefully, ― You don’t seem to drink?

― I do not drink. ― I agree with you.

This is beautiful. ― The chief and the partorg looked over and breathed relieved, after which the chief continued, ― So you will join the Society of sobriety. You’ll be there... fighting.

― With whom? ― I asked him.

― Well, with whom, with whom...― the chairman and partorg again looked, ― With us.

A familiar Cossacks told how she was all called Alena, even in school. And it was only in the fifth grade that she learned that her real name was Altingul - her brother told me during a quarrel, something like: and you are not even Allena at all!

Yyy: Guli, Alguli, Altinguli This is a job for a witch.

I see this scene. The director of Bilayna enters a sorting in a restaurant. The poor man is running away. He touches the door, and he is operated by the speaker:

If you want a small one, say 1. if you want a large one.

D is alone.

A - We inform you that washing water today with a discount, $5 for 0.5 liters.

D. Open it now.

A - Also, the bonus package includes a refresher after the toilet.

D. I understood it fucking.

The cost of music in the toilet is charged separately.

D: You are fucking fucking!

Toilet paper is not included in the cost of visiting the toilet.

D. I want to go! Open the blade!

Remember, there are discounts in the evening. Now you can open the toilet door.

D. Go on, don’t have to...

O - You have $19 and 80 cents. A pleasant day. Evaluate the work of the operator you can...

I had a uncle and a aunt. His mother's brother is Gena (that is, Gennady) and his wife is Dusya (that is, Evdokia). They lived a little more than a hundred and a half kilometers from us. Despite the distance, we see each other at least once a year. Sometimes they are with us, sometimes we are with them. In general, they communicated not badly, I thought I knew them well. And here at the age of edak at 16-17, I find out that my uncle Genah is not Genah in fact. According to his passport, he is George. Well, he didn’t like his abbreviated name Jora and he decided to be a Genius. I learned about it from Bati, he “delivered” it in a random conversation.

Time goes by, people get older. I came in for Uncle Genoa. Unfortunately, my aunt did not survive too much. This year, he was at the “parent’s” in their town and went to their graves. They lie in a row, George and... Stop! So it turns out, Aunt Duja on the passport was Agrapen! And I only learned it now, and I, for a moment, already forty. She was called Dusai for the same reason: I didn't like the "native" name (that I learned later from my mother). This is the family of encryptors.

If I do a job in half an hour, it’s because I’ve been learning to do it in half an hour for ten years. You pay me for those years, not for 30 minutes.

The rainbow is the wet rays of the sun.

The professionalism is different, I was convinced of it again yesterday. I usually cut my hair on Favorsky and try to get to the same girl. She’s like a hairdresser, and not just. Master of your profile, she will do her job so that you start to relax - you don't have to come up with any shit about this word. Her movements and touches plunge you to the edge of sleep, and by clicking the scissors you can count the number of hair available on your head... After all, to each of them it fits individually.
But yesterday, by the will of fate, I went elsewhere. I stunned an empty bucket to wait, but I risked to look into the room. The master met me with his hands bent on the sides with a kick of his head and a strong phrase - come in! I realized I was late to run.
How to Cut? This is the official phrase of any hairdresser, but not always giving the right to choose.
Short and beautiful! I also answered on duty.
"Well, I doubt, beautifully, you will not deceive nature with a haircut, but in short, let's try," she breathed out and pulled out "Niva" or "Don" from there. Judging by the seizure of the carpet wearing on the machine, I could be mistaken in the name, but not in the manufacturer's firm, well, let's start. She spoke and wrapped the wire in my neck twice so that it didn’t talk on the floor.
At that moment I only thought of one thing – just not to slip, just not to slip! And if it slipped, I’t hold on to the machine... During her several swings of her hands and whispering “Don”, I only noticed that my ears live their own lives or have their own minds. I didn’t control them exactly, but as soon as the shadow of the machine fell on them, they clung to my head. Sometimes I even lost sight of them.
What are straight, straight, straight? The teacher spoke in 20 seconds.
already? – I’m excited – I don’t care, I never thought about it.
- Okay, I will make zigzag-shaped, - thoughtfully said she and captured my astonished look, added - you no difference, and I am funny! She clicked on her scissors several times and named the amount. Probably already included in the tea...
I did not see my head, all the attention was distracted by the ears, they then pressed to the skull, then jumped back. I thought it was a nervous tic, but then I realized that they applauded like passengers on a successful plane landing. I walked home covering myself, my girl was waiting for me at the doorstep.
Where did you shave? Looking closely at me, she asked.
Is it so bad? I spoke, pulling my head into my shoulders.
It is perfect!
I agreed with my ears, I thought and broke to the mirror in the bathroom. Even through the second hand mirror, I could not find a single defect. No “sweepstocks”, no cracks, nothing. Everything is perfect, beautiful and truly perfect. Yes, I’m on the go, not Alain Delon, of course, but...
"So that's why there was no line in the tambour, if people were not lazy to go from the other end of the city, then with its professionalism, it would be unlikely that even so they would be able to create it," I thought.

People no longer understand jokes. They think it’s news.

To my classmate her secret lover decided to make an original gift - put a pigeon in the school closet (the pigeons are her favorite birds). The living. And she just got sick that day and came to school only two weeks later. When she came and saw a dead pigeon in the closet, she cried for a long time and sought the one who so cursed her))))