Once about my first-class daughter with long eyelids and curls to the shoulders, but dressed in shorts, a completely strange aunt at the stop asked: "Why does a boy have such long hair? He looks like a girl and has longer hair.” To my objections that it was a girl, a very self-confident woman replied, “Well, I see that it is a boy! Why do you hide it?” My amazement had no limits. The pants from the child, a clear thing, did not strike for indisputable proof, but could not keep silent (the trick inside my active nature just jumped from enthusiasm and the opportunity to joke). She simply replied to an inadequate grandmother: “Man! Do not go with strangers.”

I watched the trailer of the movie "Avanpost". There, according to the scenario, 99.5% of the Earth's population died, and by some ridiculous coincidence of circumstances, only the most idle Russian actors survived.

It was a few years ago. In the courtyard built a playground, crawl, sandbox, etc. For lighting hanged 2 diode projectors, connected through a photo relay to the entrance. What started here. The grandmothers ran, ran, so how much now to pay? On the fingers explained that ruble to pay, ruble can from the apartment. Nifiga, what do we have to pay for your lamps? In short, switched from the apartment. My son walks with the light, the others in the swamps.

Particularly deliver babkyens sitting on the site, on the benches that I built. and such:

Tarantas, turn on the light, it’s dark.

Who will pay for the light?

They complain, they remain silent.

I walk in the street, I don’t touch anyone. In front of it moves a glare, clearly from the mouthpiece:

Do you not pay for rubles?

How many rubles?

Need a lot. I asked seven.

xxx: What is the likelihood that Jesus in our time would, sooner or later, shatter an article for insulting the feelings of believers for his words?

YYY: So he was executed about that last time.

Remembered for a long time. A neighbor from the fifth or sixth floor.

- Imagine, I talked with my husband on the table yesterday and found a note. “The Versace. 24 hours before the dizziness!” and the phone below – a? How do you do it?...I have a straight up heart, my legs have collapsed...I think it’s an infection. It is infection!



Then I read the note, and you know what was there? and Betasserk. and 24 mg. of a headache.” The pharmacy phone. The main thing, I asked him to find me a pharmacy where this beta-serum is cheaper! You are the green ones! I think it’s an infection. It is infection! I almost lost my heart and he is a “Betaser”!



Believe me – I then called this pharmacy three times and couldn’t say anything. He just roared and threw the phone. What they thought there, I don’t know. It rings, it says, something moved, nothing said and cries.

The Deputy of the State Duma is a truly unique profession: the less a person engages in their direct duties, the better for the people.

A long time ago there was a story from one participant on the site, which in the topic with firearms. He wrote about security techniques and what would happen if they were not observed.
Sorry, search for link. I have been reading posts on this page for many years, and today I decided to register and add a few stories from my life. And the first story will be on this topic: the handling of firearms.

My father, as far as I can remember, was always a hunter. My first childhood memories: I am lying on the couch and my dad is shooting the bullets next to me. That’s how I grew up: always with firearms, always with safety techniques.

At the age of 12, I got my own rifle, an old 16-caliber turkey one-wheel. We lived in such a deep place that we should not be afraid of the police. and :)

My father observed TB, and he had a comrade who was literally disturbed by this, in the positive sense of the word.

And one autumn we went hunting for a flight and went to a familiar shepherd, who from spring to late autumn lived in the steppe, as we called it - in a bucket, in a housing wagon - and in the pasture of state cows. It was late autumn, and to go to someone, warm up and drink a cup of tea, it was a tradition.

The shepherd was drunk, and he had a neighbor shepherd at his guests, who also passed the herd around the neighborhood, ten kilometers away. He was a little drunk too, and he was just sitting on the robes and smiling at everything.

The conversation immediately went to the guns. My father had a "five-charge", the Toshiba "MC21-12, if I remember correctly. His friend has a "vertical" with a very rare ejector at the time. I do not remember the model. I have an old gun.

The owner of the cabin took his rifle out of under the bed and began to boast: Yes, you, with your new rifles! Here is me! He actually had a rare gun, a 28-caliber turquoise horizontal.

And he pulls up the chickens, directs a gun to his "guest", who only washes and smiles. Shakes for the first time. My father’s friend begins to get upset and says, “You’re... ! to Should we target people with weapons?!! The shepherd laughs and drops a gun on his guest's head for the second time: Yes, it's okay, it's not charged!
The father’s friend can’t stand it and intuitively pulls the trunk away with his hand. (They were sitting next to each other.)

The BAC!! A drunk shepherd begins to laugh, and my father and his friend take a gun from him, overwhelm him and see: the first ammunition is a bullet, and the second worked...

The men disassembled the gun and threw it on the roof of the "house": until the drunkard gets, and when it is sober, he will not do so.

A conclusion from history? It doesn’t matter whether he is drunk or sober. Who has a firearm, or who wants to acquire it: THE FIRST AND BASIC RULE - ALWAYS treat a weapon as if it were loaded!! to

Now is a time when you need to be more careful with statements, so as not to offend all the podapacoes there.