The ability to “hold the bank”
The epigraph.
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Between the buildings of the Pokrovsky Boulevard!
To me - I hear the smell of strawberry -
The young Alcatraz.

Where is the nearest gastronome?
In their tone I hear notes of respect,
I explain the location.
Here they go for wine.

I am standing, looking at the lilies, at sunset.
I am now a “young dad”.
How fast life goes by,
You won’t know who’s to blame.

I have always envious people who can fall out of two drinks into the astral. What a savings! From half a liter can be arranged a week of drinking. Unfortunately, I am not that way. For appetite, real fun begins with one and a half and ends with the unsuccessful counting of bottles in the morning. Unsuccessful, because half of the truth was thrown into the window and the eternal question, "We jumped yesterday?" You will never get.
Some of the expenses. Plus, it is a doubtful pleasure to scatter comrades around the houses.
I remember when I was a young girl who was carved into a shaped pig.
She hangs on her shoulder and thinks bitterly about the subject- "What will I say to my daddy?"
“I’ll come and say, ‘Daddy, I’ll never be like that again!(Ugh how is it)
No is! I’ll say, “Daddy, I’ll never be like that again!
We arrive at the hut. I knock at the door while throwing the body off my shoulder. Behind the door-mother in the bedroom, daddy in pyjamas-both in the shower.
A sweet child opens his mouth for repentance, and then he starts to shake. From what it becomes militantly clear and command.
and so!! Toothpaste, toothpaste, toothpaste, toothpaste, toothpaste and toothpaste!!!! to
He rushed through the tired parents and turned strictly:
Do not bother!! to
The other beautiful woman, whom I attached to the door of my grandmother's house and dropped, called the door at all, almost led me under the monastery. Daddy was there a rough rage (so I dropped it, by the way)
So, while the children-parents wept in the bed, cracked, curled, climbed to the door, the clever child decided to take off the jacket. No time to waste. After the coat went the coat, then the shirt, etc., then the father found on the staircase cage an absolutely naked and untouchable daughter. At midnight he was trying to get the name of the ugly obedient. It was good to remember where she was dressed.(Read more... )
One of the crendels was interesting to pull. A creative personality. Name of Kinto. understandable enough. Grandfather Kinto was twice a genius of the Soviet Union.
The first time he became a genius to come up with how to treat herpes. He is not treated, but healed. And Kintot's grandfather came up with a way to destroy him at the root.
And did not tell anyone. Two times a genius.
Pope Kinto, of course, also became an outstanding peach dog, and Kinto, of course, was already born as a well-off and respected man with a clear bright future.
With such brilliant prospects, why stress? That’s why Kinto became Kinto.
So: I bring the representative of the glorious dynasty home. He is busy with hopeless reasoning on the subject: "What if I told my parents that they didn't understand that I was eating?"
Oh wow how. This is not to say after 100 meters clear that it is in the woods. But Kinto is an optimist and believes in his gift of NLP.
I’ll come and say, Mom, fuck!No, I can’t talk to Mommy.
Oh! I will come and say: Mommy, the fallen woman!!!Again, what a shit it is.
We add. I put my grandson on my feet. I call. At the door as usual.
Family in gathering.
Kinto opens his mouth to convince his ancestors of his crystal sobriety, and then his mother brutally breaks the whole plot:
and Oleg!! You have eaten again!! to
Kingo has a system. The only thing he can make out of himself is something sad:
Fuck to fuck!
The father enters the conversation:
Are you staying with your parents?! to
Kinto turns his eyes, then handed out to his father with sarcasm.
and ahhhh!
He falls his mouth into the floor. Molorick-proved to his father that in no eye.
By the way, that fucking link came to us later on.
In the institute, only two people—Behemot and Evpakhov—could drink me.
Evpakhov was generally an alcoholic talent. He could be found on all the dormitory drinks. Often at the same time. That is to say, you go on February 23 (the commonwealth is loud) out of 402, for example, in the 733-opaths of Evpakh. The weather, he was like a quasar down... descending on the 5th-Evpakhov with the PMP dusting the port wine on the stairs, came in the 504-he here as a whistle of vodka. Is he being cloned, shit?
Evgeny entered the institute "by distribution". There was such a practice - that the factory sent a man to the university, he was taken without exams - and for this the young specialist was obliged to work for three years in production.
At the seventh year of training, the factory was fascinated - where, mol, our young specialist? The passion we miss him. Production cannot be done without his basic knowledge.
At the institute, he also borrowed all of the order, so he was blinded by his diploma at the rate of the valse and pulled out to the factory. Get behind your steppe seamless eagle, Suki. It will work, it will work.
Upon arrival, Zhenetchuk was appointed to the meeting as the master of the workshop - there was a shortage of certified personnel. A promiscuous decision.
The workers met with the new chief of humoro. I also stood on the mountain, waiting for you straight. Prior to him in the shop was the favorite of all graduate Mikhailich-and here this on our head. The proletariat decided to unite the intellectuals. The idiots found who.
On the first day, the furious workers surrounded the boss and began to look at him in silence. The sights were delayed.At last, the overthrown Mikhailich asked:
The student?
The student kicked the guilty head of the Euphrates.
- And heaven and vodka you can't drink, and the student? - with contempt splashed the former Mikhalich.
Evpakhov, who was hunted for vodka for 7 years, and here - pressed for sobriety, he was suffocated.
The vodka? I can’t do it???! to
- In the evening, your appointment was a swing, the student summed up Mikhalic and shrunk cleverly.
According to the example of the elder, the workers waited and flashed each other all day long.
I was sick, Suki.
In the evening, Eupakhov did not shame the Alma-Mater and drank the whole workshop. At the end of him and the underdog poured, and drank with him in various ways, nothing helped. In a single moment, he spent the night in the workplace. Sedomudo Mikhailich Evpakhov victoriously delivered to his home. He was in complete ignorance.
Destroy the dry.
The working class did not accept the defeat and demanded revenge. Evpachov raised his gloves from the floor. The same result. Drawing into wood, Eugene drags his defeated predecessor to his wife for execution.
The fighting took a lengthy character. Labor pride prevented the proletariat from acknowledging defeat, and health prevented victory. About the plan and work all forgot - what dumb work, when such things are done here? Not immediately, but in the plant management worried.
There has been no news from the third quarter. Products cannot be seen. How does the young expert handle it?
As he does - a bunch of blue bodies were found on the floor in the workshop and a very vivid boss.Who explained that he found such a picture at the parish and has been watching it for two weeks. You are so accepted, right?
The headquarters for a long time buried in the bodies, and Mikhalych was put to oversee the young chief and introduce him to the course of affairs.
Mikhalych was shaken for a long time, motherly mocked, and then dragged into the director's office. Where hegemon with a shameful journals.
Mikhailich was washed, laid on the couch, raised and mocked in the morning. Then they interrogated.
With difficulty, but to him the gift of speech returned and Mikhalych was able to more or less clearly communicate to the director the reason for the collapse of production.
-Hunt him naked, Peter Stepanic, this alkasha-and not that we all will go in the LTP!
You know me, I know the measure, but this cough whiskes vodka like water! What there! You and I don’t drink that much water.
Don’t go after me, Mikhail! That student?
A student?? Mikhalich coughed and blew his face for a long time – it was a fool, not a student! This shit, I don’t even know what it is! I started drinking before the war, but I haven’t seen it in my whole life! Chase him in the shit, Peter Stepanic, Christ-God I pray to you!!!! to
Once you ask...
Interested Peter Stepanich still called Evpakhov to talk to the souls.According to the results of the conversation, the director left under the drop-down and as he came to himself signed the order to dismiss Evlakov "by his own will"
By the second order he abolished the practice of "distribution" Well, his Dunka in the Kiku this institute with its specialists.
There was a shortage of graduates here. to manage their own.
Thanks for attention.