The Uncle of Zebub Li - 17246. Do not confuse hot with soft, please. One thing is when your employee does not fulfill the terms of the contract (read the contract), or he disrupts your activity (read, deprives the company of revenue). The other is when he refuses to go to a demonstration dedicated to the first, or any other holiday. In the first case, the dismissal is understandable. In the second case, administrative pressure is unjustified.

On the second birthday, my son was given a runner-up, it was in the winter. On the May holidays, the husband decided to go to the park with his son and a runner-up. He says, "Son, you have grown up, the saddle must be raised!" The child is serious:" And the pedals must be made."

Maybe a beer?
Irene, you are an alchemist!
There are many hidden qualities in me. There is nowhere to hide the shortcomings.)

There was another joke:
xxx: a guy after 4 months after delayed payment for the ball found me in the ash and began tearfully asking to look for backups
xxx: well I explain to him anyway, we have expensive resources, we usually remove immediately
XXX: then Bach, I see and he is not removed Ooh
xxx: well, and I chuvacu say the possibility to recover to eat, but you have to pay for all months of standing 30% of the amount
XXX: And yes, he paid
xxx: and then I realized that my laziness is sometimes rewarded)))

Food with sticks is cheap.
When you can’t, you can buy cheap. And when you treat them freely, the food is tasty and authentic.
I even drink tea!

by SUDA:
and----
What is a total dictatorship?
Regional Yandex news, re-printing the headline of one respected Voronezh newspaper: In Voronezh, a 29-year-old man jumped down from the balcony on the sixth floor.
Go down!! Not upwards, like all normal people, but downwards.
and----
A great lie! The man did not go down, but forward. Gravity, if it is wrong.

To this to this:

to this:
And I remember the story of a German (well, it came out) who doesn’t even know "Out of the homeland! For Stalin!", not "Ura!". But he clearly remembers that after "Bl#!" the infantry attacked, and after "Your mother!" there was usually an artillery.

Did you get the German?! to

And why does the author have to get a grandfather, 70 years later, forced by his government to fight? The elderly should be weighed. Even after the fight with the fists.

My mother lost her job a year before her retirement. For a couple of weeks she burned, and then asked me to print the "visit cards" on ordinary paper. I walked around the house to turn around the circles, entered every building where I saw the office, offered hot home lunches, left my “visit cards.” On the same day in one place interested, ordered for a test, and already cooking mother knows! In general, every working day she put a pot with borsch in a bag on wheels, the second, compot and went to work peacefully. Then she was invited home to clean up and prepare dinner. She earned there twice as much as in her old place, and sometimes even three times, if "special orders". She still regrets that she hasn't resigned five years earlier, says she would have collected a bunch of money...

A time machine is a computer connected to the Internet. A car that takes time.

Whoever has been to Rushdie will understand.
White Night in June. Half of Darkness. Together with friends, we look at an abandoned career. The view is stunning. The cockroaches fly. I begin to think about where they are flying – under you, near the water, or above you, and below their shadows. I look, I don’t understand. I can’t see where the water is. The water is very transparent, plus semi-dark, marble rocks. I start to sneeze, it doesn’t help.
Behind the voice of a friend - "Where are they flying?! I am not rubbing! Where is water? I have not yet loaded the textures!"

Well, directly as I wrote about me - university, dissertation, married at 27, a child. and OPP! I just physically felt how my twists are straightened... Sleep a child, you will take an interesting monograph - you look at the book, you see the figure. After six months, the brain began to clear up. Run to work! Well, his style, such a life, although the husband wanted the second and, naturally, to grow up to school. Let him then sit in the decree, and I will work! And remembering that terrible distress, I will never be able to understand the women who are thirsty to sit in the house. At least halfway! No matter who and where, but in order to be able to go out to people, to communicate with colleagues, you feel quite different than just getting stuck on your husband.