Always admired the informativity of the Javov exepshns.
You get into it by a programmer and you say, “Wooot, you see how everything is broken!”
of St Petersburg. The amusement park. A small cottage enclosed with a low fence. Worth a big figure, or a dwarf, or someone else. A few meters behind it is another one, and if you want to take a photo with it you need to cross the fence.
In general, the man approaches the distant pus, his wife photographs him. A staff member of the park passes by and makes a remark to them not to tap the lawn, say, the fence here is not just so. The wife begins to argue with her in the spirit of "And in normal countries everything for people do!", which the employee of the park quietly parises: "And our country is abnormal". And he leaves.
This is a story specifically for non-defeaters.
A couple of years ago my friend was pregnant, and here some month on the eighth we went with her in the bus from consultation, and she got sick: nausea, weakness, in the eyes darkened... In the morning I felt good, and in general, even when I got into the bus it was normal, or a taxi called. And then it worsened sharply - the breath, the catch, the smell of exhausts, maybe the pressure changed. In the full room, the next three seats in a row were occupied by the company of men. She, with a green face, polently asked to give up a place, the guys answered so, say, and what, we are not obliged, she jumped on the fox and now blushed, tolerated, ovulated, gyggy. It was here that she was pulled out of the fountain, on all three practically, and almost lost consciousness - I picked up, and the grandmother next to her sat in her place.
Morality: Sometimes giving up a place is not only beneficial to those who give up.
About the Cat with the Diagnosis "Dura".
most likely your cat had odor problems and cuts. Lack of perceptive organs causes refusal to eat, the cat simply does not understand that it is food.
The local newspaper publishes interviews with local frics. Another masterpiece came out under the title:
“To smell good, you have to be clean inside.”
Comments are pleased:
You have to hate plants so much that you don’t even eat meat! 8 to
You must hate animals so much that you can even eat their food.
I am lying 11! From all raw foods smells of compost and fertilizer!
Well, if they don’t clean up behind them;-)
He told me the story of Serog, with whom we lived together in a maritime school. In the last year of the USSR. This Seroga was not only an outstanding, but also a major athlete in three sports: chess, gymnastics and athletics. His father was a prosecutor, but this is for a different story.
One summer Serogah rested with his relatives in Ukraine. He met the boys there, and they took him to the farm for corn. They almost hit the bag, and suddenly the guard ran away. Young, healthy and medium-sized. Everyone threw their bags and fled, but only Seroga did not give up: he is an athlete, a candidate for a master in athletics! And just ran with a bag from the guard along the field.
It was hot. The guards did not stand behind, they ran quietly. Siroge was very sorry for the corn collected, but the horse was very tired and had to throw the bag. The guard who had already pursued him was backward again. A few minutes later he shouted:
Where did you learn to run? I will do nothing to you.
The serpent stopped. The guard walked with the words:
You are giving! I had one run, no one ran away from me.
I am K. M. S.
You are not local. Where did he come from?
from the Kamchatka.
You didn’t say it immediately! Let’s go for the bag, let’s show you where to pick the best corn.
Petya ransomware virus attacked Israel and remained in debt.and c)
Plans for Summer
☑ fuck June
☐ fucking July
☐ fucking August
“Sashenko, I didn’t understand, we agreed with you, and you didn’t come to me. Where are you now?
They are busy.
What is?
I marry
I can’t do without hats.
Memento_mori: Well, I’m going to go crazy — to jump on my heels all day. I prefer comfortable shoes.
Well, you can afford with your height, and I’m only 165 cm tall.
Memento_mori: I have 164 views. and ah.
Late in the evening, I’m playing WoT, I’m going to sleep. Please bring a cup of vodka to sleep better. He comes, brings me a bottle of vodka, half a bottle of cognac and a snack. At this moment my tank is being killed. The further dialogue:
Have they killed?
They killed...
Let us remember!
Ivanov: And to other news. Yesterday evening at the station "Technology Institute" Mr. Ivanov, who was travelling in a state of sleep and lost the support in the form of a closed door to the driver's cabin, committed an uncontrollable fall and a head stroke on the control panel led to the moving composition. Sorry...
xx: You read one post - "called a familiar colonel", you read another - there "talked with a friend-procurator", the third - "called a friend-investigator".
And you’re sitting like this – "accidentally – only my mom and I can call".
111: I probably don’t understand.
111: The last call is a general ban on the sale of alcohol. to all!
June 1 – No alcohol.
Graduation is the same.
Youth Day is again a ban.
111: today, June 29, the day of issuing certificates - again prohibited.
111: How the shops have not broken up yet
Day 111: the day of the lander - no prohibitions)))
222 What do you want? This government of schoolchildren is more afraid than the desanters.
[JJ, the eternal theme of "Do you believe in crypto stories on the Internet"]
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After 12 years of communication with the psychopath, five of whom were in a legal marriage, it turned out that he has a second clean passport and a second secret family. When I learned about it and tried to talk to a mother-in-law who, as I previously thought, had complete mutual understanding and trust (by the way, she is a psychologist with typical wise women’s advice), she said I need to think about what I did so that her son treated me so well. I believe in hell and hell. Life is sometimes worse than any fiction.
Boot-from-cd: People pierce the ears of one-year-old children, force them to eat only vegetarian food, beat for masturbation, do circumcision, baptize, write to a music school on a hated violin, force them to even in a hat at +20, do not vaccinate, send them to the sick with watermelon to get sick, prohibit listening to music, force them to listen to music.
They don’t like my tattoos. Their children can see.
I work as a seller of paints in the TC, but by feelings in the house of Cook. Three girls came to me, judging all the designers. I saw these virgins endowed in my hands, a clever device, called a spectrometer, so that the colours could be picked more conveniently. And they were so impressed that it led to such a dialogue.
A: What a useful thing you have. Give it to us.
I: What to be?
D: It is vital to us. A. You are not a man. What are you worth?
I: It is worth a thousand euros.
D: Well what is it. And for that, we will dance for you.
My eyes stopped shaking the next morning. But the feeling of being visited by Tzinc does not leave me to this day.
If you pursue two, the wife must strike.
Remember, in the movie "Men in Black" Agent Jay at an entrance exam shoots a little girl who is stuck among monsters.
Why did you shoot Tiffany?
What does a little white girl do at night in a ghetto among monsters?
and Tel Aviv. The central bus station. The Winter. There is a ugly rain.
To get to work, I need a bus. The local bondians live their ordinary life. Directly under the lighthouse in the lounge sits a beggar and cries "shekelok". An old boy with a beard like Santa Claus and a super car, full of all kinds of figs, sits on the bench and thoughtfully sows his beer out of the bowl. His colleague, barefoot and disconnected, lies next to him. Nearby, a group of Chinese builders, standing in a circle, a man 8, heating vodka right from his throat. Little black descendants of refugees - Eritreans are carried out on the street, moms pull them out of the wheels, dads somewhere cheer with stolen phones. At 20 meters from the entrance, an unshaken man of Caucasian appearance turns the "fingers" of paper glasses and even gives him money. A police car stands nearby, peace and understanding reigns around.
I go on my bus. And here I am - intelligent, in glasses, well dressed, white, friendly, with a suitcase for the computer - stopped by the guard and begins a thorough inspection of documents.
The best answer to the question: "Who will give you a glass of water in old age?" “The palace.”