My wife and daughter are fighting for lessons. My daughter does not give up. The wife insists, threatens with deprivation of access to the inuit. And then the daughter says, “Mom, you’re bad, and you don’t need the phone. I will call you through a pentagram.

Marriage is a peaceful coexistence of two nervous systems.
E. the gentle

Strong nervous system.

This video already fucking knows how many years on YouTube is lying.
Drop that shit, don’t get rid of it!
— — — —
Always wondering, where did so many foolish critics come from?

1st The author could have been in the army before the video was posted on YouTube.
2nd Maybe it was shot there. and put out.
Three The author may not know about the video on YouTube Maybe, the idea arose independently. Or maybe I just sang a video from YouTube and remembered it.
Regardless of p. 1, 2 and 3 - the person told a funny situation. If it was invented by him on the motives of a video from YouTube, then hell would be with him. Someone introduced and smiled, someone didn't like it - blasted and forgot.
But there will be a boring truth. He will require notarially certified evidence that the storyteller did not invent it, he will put a matte on the fool who told the story "from the first person" without permission. After that, everyone will be happy and happy. Humorous resource, mood, shit.

Power is a thief of trust.

The Chalid.
On the train, my grandfather said:
At the beginning of the 30s, we were all shot down in the collegiate farms, all the cattle to the public yard should be delivered, you will not pursue it, it is said, a clerk, they will take everything and for expulsion, and we were then in the family a horse of fat, so it was called a javo-chaly, a young man at all, and without a horse in the village you will not live, do not pursue, neither seed nor wood to prepare. It was a good horse, a worker, and as we guarded it, and fed and drank it, and drank it, we did not load and regret it. The family is big, the kids are small. I take him to that yard, and the soul is muddy, what will happen next? How will we live without the hell? In this courtyard, the women roar, the men are evil, and wherever the new power has ordered, give it and all. And the chief of the district of the grit, do not regret this cattle - you have a new light life, it is easier to build it, the tractors will smell, it is a new line of the party about the people, the care for the peasants of Moscow itself.
I passed some time, I passed by the rule - our Chaly, standing at the rule, bound, I approached-he recognized me, he grabbed and grabbed the earth-like as a calling, I approached closer, Daddy-Chaly-something thin, rebar to see, sparkly, in the reps all, collumns in the gray, tail, legs in the knees swell up, the spine is all shattered to blood, side in the strips to see, I embrace:
“What the heroes have done to you, you can tell it this way... he quieted, placed his mouth on my shoulder and eye, and he has tears... they tick, here you are an unworded animal... and they understand everything like a human being. The Chairman comes out:
-Well, go away from the tongue of the horse, the subculture, I'll see you live again.
-Sorry a horse, his legs are quite sick, he needs to be treated... he stumbled on this, became angry, pulled off Chaloga, he bribes, asks for protection from me, wanted at that moment to give the seatman a moustache, but about his children he remembered, they will suffer, one current said to him: - Don't bump hard, the legs are sick, you will stumble, you will die.
- Don't crack, the snooker, I will stumble on him... and let the snooker snoop and chase. But then it happened, I stumbled to see Chaly-to, the chairman stumbled, and about the stone with a stone, he remained alive, and afterwards began to sing songs and throw on the baby. And the rulers gave me Chalego, they say, take your crumbling income, he does not need us-darmmead. I brought him home, let us feed, drink, treat, clean, revive a horse, have fun, slowly worked with him, and survived with him, only the crumbling remained. I think, maybe he accidentally stumbled, or maybe... a horse is a smart cattle, once tears can.
The grandfather turned around and took the paycheck.

The prime minister said he kept his savings in rubles. I have not overestimated him before.

Mom, get up now!
– and? What happened?
Daddy is missing!
How did you think he disappeared?
It’s two o’clock at night and he’s not on the computer.

Comrade is at work.

XXX: 12 years of slavery?
YYY: NEA
XXX: Look at it
That’s about me :D
XXX: And if seriously, then the movie is very suitable.
XXX: Beckhambatch played a very good slave-owner.
YYY: Well chouwaak...
YYY: Benedict Cumberbatch
YYY: ppc...
YYY: You have some distant relative Beckhambetov succeeded.

xxx: To add a second screw to the memory notebook, you need to twist the twelve screws, remove the keyboard, disassemble the body and pull out the entire matboard - because the memory is on the back side! Not technologically though!
Prototechnology is Prototechnology!

In the Moscow churches will be held prayers on the strengthening of the ruble.
I’t trust the pops very much after their sacred missiles fall.

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I remember a similar case all my life. Once in a hot summer we went to the country on a suburban electric car. Suddenly, without any stations, the electricity stopped. Two motorists came out of it, quickly escaped down the slope from the railway, bathed in the lake, then returned to the electric car and we went on.

by Dada. Everything was so. I was on duty at that race. They told me so straight and said: "Our officer! A hundred and thirty! We stop here for 5-10 minutes all the movement on the branch. You are there on the schedule, if it is a fine from you, for stopping the turn. We are a buyer!! Do not forget to warn that in the middle of the race is a composition with passengers. Warn all who follow us! And if they will be outraged, then we, the machinery-shoppers, will take them off! Yes, switch the lights all over the line."

Childhood then did not end - when colleagues are given sweet New Year's presents for children, and you sit and offend: where is my?As an adult wealthy man.