xxx: Try to mess with one of the daughters Stallone - and there will be a new episode of Rambo )

Yyy: "Veteran of the Vietnam War John Rambo in the hope of finding the guy who sent a photo of his member to one of his daughters, came to Russia..."

No matter what the story is, continue...

Upon arrival in Moscow, John decides to have breakfast at the KFS, where he meets Mr. Universe and Arnold Schwarzenegger’s best friend Alexander. Impressed with sympathy for the guest of the capital, Alexander decides to help John in the search for a...

XXX: Half the script is already ready.

YYY: The next half-hour insert, like Nevsky and Rambo go through the streets of Moscow under music. Then they go to the public toilet, the music changes to alarming, John and Sasha stand next to the pissuars doing the need and kindly talking, suddenly John's gaze freezes just below Alexander's belt... without breaking away from the affairs, John gets his daughter's phone out of his pocket, what he's looking for in it, and suddenly changes in the face...

I went to an interview with the recruiter agency. Position of engineer.

For about 25 years, the girl was interested in where she worked, who, what she did. In the words, an electromagnetic valve, a reducer, a signal sensor rattled the forehead, sneered and quickly picked up something on the keyboard with an understanding look. He thought of making his resume on me, but behind her back was a mirror door of the closet. She just googled all the incomprehensible words...After which she told me that they were picking up a person for a job in a company that deals with cooling equipment (industrial chillers are ordered). Then there was a thermodynamics exam. She googled questions, I answered what I remember, trying to add more clever words, so that she didn’t have time to swallow it all, and smiling less when she Dacala and Kiwa.

The last question word in word:

Have you worked with vessels under pressure?

to work.

Under what pressure was the vessel?

Working 300 atm, limit 650.

The atmosphere? How much is it in pascals?

- 30 million with a tail (good that not bars though)

Googlett, that can’t be. The vessel would not stand, why do you deceive me? I am afraid you won’t get to us. (Hey, she’s swallowed the pots, the pots can be any)

Are you sure you are competent in this?

and yes. to Goodbye.



The next day a man from that company called and offered 3 months of internship for 150 backs a month, because I have no experience and I need to be trained. I will not agree to this.

This was stated by the employee of the Kia Auto Show. of our days.

Three people came to the "Kia" car salon - a husband with a wife and pop. The prelude is this - before the wedding decided to redeem sins and decided to help the daddy with transportation, but not straight to take and give the car, but to add the daddy the missing amount. My father has 800 r.

They went, looked, chose and chose. "Kia Sport" at the minimum for 1 250 000. Well said done. Go to form. Father for the time being left to inspect the car, and the married went to the box office, with Father's money. But we did not get to the box. Through the service area they entered the backyard and left in an unknown direction. My father didn’t call the organs. He shook his beard and it was like that.

They built such a capitalism that there is no such a socialism that there is no such a socialism.
So said L. Simkin.

The antonyms “dry” and “half-sweet” reminded...
Gorbachev's time, with a cynical attitude to alcohol. My mother works in a wine store.
I am 6 years old. It’s a hot August, we’re coming to Odessa. I don't remember how it went, but not "wild" as usual, but on the most real base of rest. Now she began to recall, and in her head shuddered the voice of an old loud speaker: "The rest base of Dawn invites to lunch!" This is where I celebrated my beloved parent.
On the first evening, before the dances, local massivists from the directorate played games for recreators. The scenario is simple. I know five names of flowers.“I know the five names of trees!” Volunteers who failed to accomplish the task are returned to the audience. Mom is still staying in the cottage, and I am already depicting a "wonderkinder" in the central site of the base.
Questions are becoming more and more mature, the rows of players are rapidly decreasing. And I hold on, that’s smart. (When I look at my photo from that summer – a shuffle in a peanut dress and round eyes – it becomes fun.) Here are the three of us. A tall, beautiful officer in a summer shirt, a red-looking lady of the Balzac age (this is now everything I know about Balzac, then I couldn't understand why my grandmother had such a beautiful white dress) well, and I, my mom's joy. The question, another question, we go from nose to nose. There is a mutual understanding between the young officer and the lady in the dress. I feel it well, I think they conspired to prevent me from winning!
I know five kinds of cheese.“I know five kinds of sausages!” - Hey guys, my mom, right now, in a time of terrible deficit, works in a wine and ice cream store, and I am a child curious, well, you understand...
The host of the show obviously decides that it is time to bind with the little one, and to provide the story of a brave officer and a beautiful lady with a beautiful end.
I know the five names of alcoholic drinks. The lady answers first - and on the fourth name fails. Ura to! I thought it would not be red anymore. My turn: "Old Kiev" - once, "Karat" - two... I regret, I do not remember what I called the third and fourth number. The last one was Basel.
I have won.
The man in shape did not respond. He strangely bended twice, wiped his face with the sleeve of a white kitten and cried. Suddenly, I felt sorry for a beautiful officer, and I, still pressing the microphone in my hands, began to tell him: "Uncle, there is another "Sniper", "Ambassador", "Ararat!" With each title, the audience was increasingly delighted with my victory.
The host said that I am a real winner and that my parents can be proud of me. And that I run to my house, because my mom probably won’t come to dance with me.

The man who argued that: "Mathematics schools are a remnant of the past, and such professions as a mathematician and a programmer in the future will be needed less and less" today crumbles that: "lost billions of rubles because of mistakes of artificial intelligence."