In my phone, my husband is recorded as: Husband Ivan Vladimirovich. Because, at first was - Vanya MTS (two sims were in the phone) - he saw:" That I have you recorded as a manager of some of the MTS, as if not a close person." I corrected it to “Push”. For a week, I was angry whenever he called. When he saw the shame, he asked me to change my name, and I said, “You won’t please me”... I got a lecture: “If you get into trouble, you get into an accident, or something else, the police will try to contact your relatives... and how will they know that I’m your close relative? Pushakukuya is who, a lover, a former lover, a stupid nickname of a school girlfriend? “....

In general for the police signed: husband and father's name, so that the police did not have to suffer, how to treat.

I go to the store. It is cold. A female athlete runs. It runs well enough (which is important). She compared to me and ran on. Suddenly, I hear something scream. I look around and see the keys. I say loudly, girl, you wiped the keys. Zero reaction from her side. I came and picked up the keys. He cries after me, he does not hear. I tried to catch up, but where I, the old man at 42 years old... can’t, generally. I stand, hold my hands on my knees, breathe, watch how beautifully the girl runs away from her keys. This is a guy, 15 years old. I think I have seen and heard all this. He says, let’s catch me. He gave him the keys, he caught, he gave. I bought him a chocolate.

All are happy!

I went in the days a friend in the guests and told me that on the comp, in the history of the browser, found the requests of the son. There’s all porn and wickedness. She is naturally in shock, not knowing what to do, her son is only 10 years old.

As a child, I was looking for gifts for the New Year and found something more. The cassette without identification signs was lying on an anthrax, among the bed linen. The most loyal comrades were invited in the amount of 5 pieces and the session began. We sat with our eyes open for 5 copies and slowly grew up. Suddenly there was a knock on the door - according to the law of wickedness, it was on this day that my mother came early from work. And here moms have a strong fear of childhood - cassette in sight, we have no time to wrap, burned on all fronts. The visitor immediately cut off, I open the door. A herd of red friends passes by the mother and runs away at sunset. Hearing an awkward mother looked into the sight and became uncomfortable. Friends who got into such a situation, told that the parents are trying to burn out what was seen from the heads of their children. I decided on a desperate bluff. When asked what was going on, I absolutely replied that friends came and asked to see the view. I told them they could watch anything. I found the cassette in the closet because I was looking for clean underwear. He immediately attacked in the forehead. I said I was just going to watch the cassette, but I didn’t have time to see if I could see it now. I was so convinced that the bluff worked. There were no punishments, educational conversations as well. The cassette was covered.

The acquaintance advised not to fool the son, he will look at everything anyway. It is better to explain what the incognito mode is and to warn before arriving in advance, because clicking the mouse is easier than hanging the cassette.

We were invited to visit with my wife, I know this girl, long alone, with no one and no way, this is not my thing. We’re gathering, my wife puts wine, candy, sausage in a bag... I put a spoon, six-pieces, vandus...

Sitting well, wine and chocolate are delicious.

How can a knife cut it? ? to How quickly does water run out? ? to And can the clothes of the cupcake drive almost without effort? ? to ? to I’m hardly worth anything... The girl is happy! My wife is proud! I feel like a superman.)

Xxx: about "a couple of centimeters" surprises the reaction of the girl, I think tell her guy in a similar situation about the size of the chest ( lacks a couple of sizes ) the reaction from the girl would be the same - insult



Yyy: It’s offensive to those who really complex or teenagers. I would be offended at 16-19 years of age, and now I say to the girl that I will get my cradle of destruction, and in response I hear "destruction of hopes" and crawl like a morrow.



Maybe her name is Hope.

Xxx: I once went to the dealer (there was a review company for Takata pillows), so I got a whole list of jobs there. I removed everything except the replacement of oil (it was time), and when I paid the check, I saw the line "removal-installation of carter protection", which is actually rolling in the garage.

A girl who can be divorced is never the same. I work with the club master.

South of Krasnodar. Shame on you.

Yyy: Ha, with the protection, it was necessary, after the payment, to go to the master and say - "you forgot to put the protection back to me." As if they were looking for it.

Many young people have decided to save the planet from future generations.

I was not eight or nine; we lived in Khrushchev, and my brother and I had a common wall with an apartment from the neighboring entrance. There entered a young, childless couple, who loved the parties with loud music, which lasted for midnight. The equipment they had was powerful, the hearing through the wall was good, and, like apophysis, their musical preferences, as they say now, exploded my unstable brain, raised at the music school at Mozart with Haydn. I am still overwhelmed when I recall all these "malinovki" with "marriage rings" - the "heights of creativity" of the 1970s. Three or four times a week, the one-and-a-half-year-old brother reared at midnight, I didn't sleep, my father went to them a couple of times for a preventive conversation - without a special result... One day my parents were at work, I was doing lessons, the neighbors again reared their monsoon, I hated looking at the rosette, from which the sounds of the ugly poppy were well transmitted, and in addition, it also squeezed with tobacco smoke... and here it came to me! He went up the staircase cage, screwed up the traffic jams, dismantled the roof - for sure! The hole for the socket was made in the iron concrete wall through the neighboring apartment, and from their electrical wiring I was separated only by a hollowly made bump of alabaster, sprinkled from time.

A week later, the neighbors in the apartment began to blow up traffic jams, as soon as they wrapped the equipment to the full power. Moderate noise did not produce this effect. The fact that a small squeeze in the neighboring apartment brought the wires from their socket to themselves into the room and every time they made the music louder, he shortened their wiring, training, like the dogs of Pavlov, in their head, thank God, did not come and, tormented for a couple of weeks, with loud music they bound. And I spit on Haydn with Mozart and recorded in a radio circle.

They find demonstrators on recordings from video cameras through the neural network, although they are in masks, they are fined, planted... But here is the man who put out my house, a sperm expensive notepad, money, and whose face is captured on all the cameras of the entrance, somehow damn, in two years can not find.