Not everybody was badly borrowed, but stupid unstoppable mothers with their uneducated offspring! Today in the bank, one mom tried to do her business, when one girl was running, and the other was chasing her on a selfie! In the bank! And both whispered like siren...Isolate your children if they are not taught how to behave in society. I won’t go to a children’s cafe or a playground – I’m even scared to think about it! But the bank...a quiet, quiet haven...and the last one was taken away!! to

You’re talking about Linux, the server, and the hard days of the sapport... And I’m happy to agree to help one wretched woman (a great specialist in her field!) Find out on Windows 10. Types of windows incomprehensible pops up, well, I think in a couple of hours I'll fix it. I came in and just fell into the precipitation - it turned out to be PAPKI. The usual files. She never in her life sat behind the comp, only because of someone else's shoulder saw, and then bought a notepad on the 10th! Well, we learned with her to click the mouse, print the letters in the notebook...In 5 hours we learned the right and left buttons, created a whole of three folders and two txt))) Peter, by the way, we live in, and she is a very nice person. She said that her son was unable to teach her azam — patience was not enough — so she called me. Surprisingly close by. All are good!

Photo manicure by men
What a terrible nail!
Zzzz: You haven’t seen your feet yet.
Www: photo of Rosomaha
Yyy: I’m sorry, but do you feel comfortable cleaning up? of academic interest.
Vvv: Wiping - no, scratching - convenient

I studied in class 8. The story happened in a geography lesson.

I looked at some comparative statistics on Russia, and here I noticed that the amounts are more than 100% out. Usually I preferred to remain silent, let someone else sneak, but here it was bombarded - I raised my hand and noticed that there was some mismatch.

The teacher did not agree with me, and no one in the class stood on my side, although the people were not stupid. Everyone laughed, and I was surprised how it happened.

The next lesson was history. Why did I remember this? And because in the middle of the class, a geography teacher looked in, asked for permission to enter and apologized to me.

She said that my confidence in the mistake did not give her peace, she went for advice to the teacher of mathematics, and she confirmed to her that the textbook was wrong.

and Eugenia :
There is a refrigerator in the corridor. There is a bakery in the refrigerator. There is a box on the bakery. On the box under the very ceiling, a cat sits and wonder: what is "never" and "breast" and how can these two ugly words relate to oxygen?

Why did you go looking for a new job?
ууу: Yes, it was the case, we went on a big trip around Estonia, there the dialogue was about this:
SS: Leesh, I look, you started to run. How are you at the pace?
WOW: Well, 4:30 somewhere at the pulse of 150, I add slowly.
SS is not bad. Not far from the triathlon. How many kilometers do you sail?
Kick: Light, you better ask how much he earns, it’s more important in triathlon!
WOW: It was sad.

Priority of holidays. She went to me somehow before my colleague's vacation and began to blame me for what I'm going for the second time in the summer (the vacation we've crushed), here's the xxx, she has a child. One parent for the whole department, xxh was fine and did not object, especially since her child was 15, and the schedule of holidays was approved in December. And then this protector of foreign children taught me that I don’t go there, "I need to go to the sea in the summer"))

News "In Chita in the apartment of the sisters of the employee of the mail found two tons of letters"

I am unwittingly upset when I hear the word "selfie".
Pichincha volcano is 4500 meters high, it is impossible to walk, and it is necessary to walk, 11 kilometers. And here is all this suffocating red-roze crowd with sticks dictating, suffocating, how they are gorgeous here and generally they are nice. 30 with palms. The Roman, his mother, a legion with stendars is going to conquer Pichincha!

My father loves Russian rock, especially the DGT group. Since I was a kid, he has included many songs of DDD, I liked them. One song I remember very well is Boys Major. There was such a line of ‘...weighted rice, journalists, magnats, poets and super singers...’. I first heard it at 8 years old and since then I remember strongly that rice can’t be eaten, otherwise I’ll be fat. My grandmother always wondered why I didn’t eat rice at all. Now I am 24 years old and yesterday I, when I accidentally stumbled on the DHT and decided to listen, learned that there were the words of the fattened ACTRIS. Actress, shit, not from rice!
You could have eaten rice all the time, right? and :(

In a country where the main troubles are the fools and the roads, it is cruel to require people to come on time.

Stranges are unobvious patterns.

xxxh: but chickens can usually not be picked up, except for rare species, I do not remember which
HHH: That’s the whole essence of how I absorb any information :(
I can’t do anything, I don’t remember what.
I can’t take it anywhere, I don’t remember where.
I can pick some chickens, and some can’t, but I don’t remember which :(

Grow up, it annoys everyone.
Degradate – it also annoys everyone.
Do what you want.

In the dispute of the drivers of the routes for a place at the stop, which took place in Uzbek, our, I think, at least matched the bill, announcing in Russian: you are also a lamb!

A direct line with the President is the Russian version of "The Walls of Cry".

Crows and people. Memories of childhood.
I read yesterday the page of Maxim in the Zhzh, the story of how the crows attacked the boy, then the local sloping grandmother, and remembered the story, too, about the crows.
I read back in 2010 on a local forum a desperate cry of soul. I literally do not remember, but the meaning was this: "A wicked crown came around our entrance. She attacks everyone who enters, goes out, passes by, beats with a clove; injured several children, broke their heads, spoiled their clothes. We went to the mountains. The services, the animal control department, called and wrote there, here, cold and there... - no results... It has been going on for 10 days... What to do?!"
And then there was a bunch of comments, probably 50, the meaning of them: "write a complaint", "need", "put a question somewhere there", "turn to the court"... And none! No one is adequate! Who are our people? Think about it: the ugly crown terrorizes tenants (no matter why she does) and no one can cope with it! by Ophigete!
I was surprised at first, then upset by human stupidity, and then I just began to roast, roasting more and more as I read the next comment. And at the same time remember...
We shot a lot. The years at 5 started with horns, first simple and weak, then more and more serious and powerful; some went on - and shoots of different constructions appeared, arrows to them were both wooden and wire, and even camels with bullets. But then, at the age of 12, some had self-pistols. The powder was made by themselves, the bullets were cast from lead or - most often - glued from clay impregnated with the silicate glue of the office. And we shot! No one ever touched the dog – they were friends; cats were also inviolable – they were someone’s or personal, or courtyard, for an offended cat (not to mention murder) could gently present; the pigeons were slow and dumb – not a prey for man. The object of the hunt were crows and rats - creatures clever and clever. The crows were relatively few and they behaved cautiously: they flew either very high, not even getting out of the shuttle, or very low, but quickly and zigzags, hiding behind the trunks and generally showed themselves almost not. They knew that those who were illuminated would not live long.
And then one day there was a idiot crown at our entrance, a nominee for the Darwin Prize. She also kicked from the nearest tree on all the passers, knocking a clove, tearing a few hats, someone's head to the blood... This was treated relatively calmly: they knew what would soon be with her. In the morning it began, and in the afternoon at three o’clock, when I was going from the sixth class, she had already hanged on the fence with her head between the stickers, and in her pulse she had a hole not provided by nature – from the arrow. The youngest tried, their lessons in school ended earlier. I don’t remember any more such fools... So I thought in the end: and what, in that case - from the forum - nobody was found with pneumatics? With a rogue? There were no boys? No one even wrote, “Fuck it!” No, but it is 10 days! 10 days the crown is attacking people!!! No one broke her! What stupidity? Or am I so obsolete?
I don’t remember how everything was resolved.

My boyfriend broke up with a girlfriend a few months ago. He says he still lives on his April salary.

Two tons of missed letters were found.

Flight of the Russian Post

Woody, do you know a saying?
of course. For example, give – take, beat – call the Committee on the Protection of the Rights of the Child.