It is "only going through"

And another physician of Soviet education said: "If medicines were to be treated - there would be no sick."

I am afraid that the people of medieval Europe would not agree. Are you serious about this shit now?? to

What do you know about procrastination?
Today, sitting on the Internet, I listened to the well-tempered piano of Bach Ivan Sebastianich, only to not go cook soup.
Then I cooked, don’t worry.

Visitors to the musicians
Playing heavy rock
Hands touching tools.
and raised alcoholism.

I loved eating only my grandmother.

Because if you give the child the freedom - he will only eat candy, chips, corn sticks and other useless shit. The child must grow and develop. And for this, the body requires the supply of useful and nutrient substances. You also need to eat soup and vegetables. Maybe I don’t want, but I have to.

And my mom allowed me to eat a fresh-cooked (aga, specifically for me) peanut soup instead of a weekly borsch cooked by my grandmother. At 5 p.m. I realized:
1) The taste is fresh.
My grandmother can’t cook.
I now like fries, and chicken soup, and other "unfavourable" dishes. Here we are, ladies and gentlemen! Because all this was already written here a few weeks ago. And about the despotic, and about what they do not know how to cook, and about the fact that the tastes of everyone are different. But you’re updating the page and forgetting everything, my fish.

When I was two years old, I tried Coca-Cola. by DAL. He spit out and said he didn’t want it anymore. Nearly 10 years have passed and I still do not want to. Can I try vodka?

Here I, as a woman, was always interested, and as a man should sound the analogue of the phrase "go out for me marry". For a woman, it means that a man wants to be with that woman all his time, it’s like acknowledging her need for him. If women could express it in words, what would a man want to hear?

RTS Index on the Moscow Stock Exchange
Not a gasoline station, you say? The first three companies, weighing 40% of the index: Gazprom, Lukoil, Sberbank. Gas, oil and revenue calculation. :D :D :D

There is rain on the street 3D - it flows from above, side by side and from below

The week was tough. I go home and decide to sleep a little. I dream a dream...

Here you need a lyrical retreat - I have been afraid of heights since childhood, even the usual consistently high staircase without platforms causes me to feel like a sea disease, but, again, a habit from childhood, I try to overcome my fear and not even show the sight to anyone.

Remember, on the playgrounds in the courtyards there were high slopes, or two, connected on top by a bow with slopes, or three or four connected together by one of the vertical axes? And now, in a dream of work, I and a group of comrades need to climb these stairs during the working day with compulsory climbing to descend to the other side. And I diligently, despite my eternal fear, crawl and crawl down these stairs all my sleep.
I wake up and my hands hurt. The stairs were in a dream, but to get caught up in them to death, and to strain all my strength in order to stay up and not fall, I seemed to have to realize.

What is space? Tell me, well –
It was on the rights of advertising.
Space Day has passed.
The temples can be rebuilt.

I work in a car service. Once upon a time, Yoko came to me, my longtime companion. I am upset, confused, almost crying. The love of his whole life spoiled him Lexus, accusing him of betrayal. Can I polish? He looks at me with hope.

I don’t know, let’s go see. I called the polishing master.

On the entire cap of the chic black 470-ki, the nails, pressed in a woman's hand, scratched: "Jura, you are shit!". I smile. The Master arrived. Stretching the hand to the unhappy, it seems.

by Andrei. Look at the cover, I think you think, Jura?

I fell to the ground of laughter, and this story became a hit of our car service for a long time.

She: Where are you working?

I: I work with animals.

She: Oh, it is so cute!



Valera, 45 years old, a butcher.