It’s okay to hide Onegina, he’s a decent honest man. How many men, becoming the object of the exhilaration of the naïve fantasy-sophora from the province, completely sympathetic to him on the outside, will not use this to take advantage of, and then, "Okay, she wanted, not my problems at all, but will warn her from such notes and meetings under the moon, precisely because not all men are decent, not every one of you, like me, will understand? It is necessary to understand that on the part of the young Danetka, Pushkin describes not the great Lovef at all, but the romantic fantasies of a teenager who has read French lyrics, who the image of Onegin (dumb because other interesting men did not come to their Zhopinsk) sprinkled on his imaginary martishucho and fell in love with this entirely fictional image.

I don’t need a car or rights.
I’m just lucky, I work at two stops from home. Do not give.
A friend once said: a car is needed either to give or to feed. Others honestly admitted that they simply hate public transport and are willing to spend anything.
I hate public transportation. In winter, you have to be patient; at other times, the bicycle saves.
There is no wild hole in the budget. I don’t need to master the ability to instantly estimate the possible damage in the DTP and make a decision whether to leave (while how much to give or take) or call out. These are separate subjects, no matter how they are called. And there is no need to tell the fairy tales that a careful driver drives without a DP. Anyone can enter at any time.
Inadequates on the road - by the idea, as many as in life, but only on the road you meet them many times more often. Do I need it?
Thanks to me, one psycho on the road less - say thank you.

- Madam, go to the safe zone and take the boy with you! You cannot be near this machine.

I am a client! My son wants to see how you will wear the tires on the wheel!

It is unsafe...

Stop shaking your tongue, and better take the job!

I warned you...

It gives pressure. The fucking! The remnants of dirt with the remnants of water splashes fly into the client and her spinoff.

- A-A, your mother, are you going to chew? ! to and

I have warned you...

Worked in the factory as a CNC machine operator. Worked about a week. Then my wife goes to me:

Why are you walking like an idiot?

The meaning?

Hands behind the back constantly.



really is. I walk with my hands behind my back. I stand with my hands behind my back. I have not noticed this before.

For about a week, my wife struck me, though, I was watching my hands as much as I could.

Enlightenment came to work. The machine according to the program drills and freezes the detail. I stand next to you, naturally, hands behind my back. I look at the other men in the shop, the same. Safety technology in action.

"Scientists named the main conditions of successful sex"

The inventor of the dishwasher has done more for Sex than all the sex shops combined.

Zzz: British scientists have found that laboratory mice in captivity would have reproduced much faster...if they had not been disturbed by British scientists.

We have a strange admin, he reads anecdotes for 2005, he rhetorizes and puts down with the voice "Bayan".

Vasich: The boss is, well, you have a new system to buy.
Vasich: in order for the video card to be more helpful, the documents in full HD sort.

and practical:

When my friend bought a dear kitten, she went from work to feed him, not counting the mandatory trip to lunch...expensive food, constant wounds and visits to the veterinarian, treatment, enzymes, hormones, antibiotics, vaccines...Not all children receive such care as this crazy animal! I wanted to advise her to have a man - the problems are the same, but even if the salary will bring...

A little creature, a cat child is sick, he is sick. What’s terrible about the housewife taking care of him and treating him? Believe me, for sick children, parents take care of no less, and healthy excess chickens and wings are not needed.
Z is. There are children, and cats too.

In our country, men live 20 years less than women. I will die...
XY: Nothing, I will survive.

A moment of knowledge:
The northern elephant is born before the age of 1 month. After leaving the classification, the pineapple and until it reaches one year is called "neble".

Here again the unfortunate camel threatens to stretch through the needle ear. In one of the quotes in connection with this even met the word "farsh". So, the famous statement attributed to I.H. was pronounced naturally in Aramaic. When translated into Greek, there was a caseus. The fact is that in the Greek words "camellia" and "canat" have a close sound and writing, which differs only in one letter. So it is quite possible that an innocent animal for 2000 years will be threatened to stretch through the needle ear because of the translator/coverman’s sting. If anything, Google knows about this version, read who is interested.

Boys, feminism does not offend or offend men (on the contrary, it gives you the right to disobey the rules of masculinity, for example).
Yyy: And the boy from the girl can’t be distinguished now.
Zzz: If you don’t distinguish boys from girls now, it’s worth thinking.

When I read about the flat Earth, I thought it was such a joke. I was looking for something in the tub and found it. What do I say to you... Fuck my brain!! to

When the pigs whisper about their national exclusivity, scratch clothes, poison all who are not in their herd - the only ones who rejoice in this are the butchers.

So it turns out that almost all the stories I remember by association. This is no exception. The “discussors” in the forum pushed...

Once I stood with a friend in a row for coffee in the institute buffet. It was 18-19. Boltali "for life" - a seminar on sopromat, a course on a sketch, a harsh post on the "History of the CPSU", a march on two yachts across the bay in the coming weekends as a "closure of the season", a rock concert of some kind, I don't remember exactly, and so on... The buffetchica for some reason was wicked and cheated on everyone in a row. It is my turn:
A small double, please.
The buffet began to make coffee. Then I literally threw it on the shelf. I say as kindly as possible:
thank you! Can I surrender?
Something burst under the nose and again boiling, counted and sprinkled the delivery. Rather reflectively, and also in order to calm her somehow, I say in an even more benevolent and even a bit pleasant tone:
and thanks. Where are your sweets and sweets? The salads, the spoonful and the sugar were really needed, not for the stems of anyone.

What started here! The cry, or, the roar. There is no specificity of what I blamed her for. I stand, smiling a little, and, interested, waiting for the developments. Studying people is the most interesting thing for me.

Here, a friend-one-student, waiting for this red madam to take a break to breathe, inserts a phrase, stealingly asks her. Study and Happiness:
Giving the knives?
...???... - The buffetchica was overwhelmed by surprise and surprise. Then I asked – Why?? to
You are his knife, his knife! I mean, you have to talk courteously!
Here is the line and the bed.

Matriots are sold. Lenin, you open up – Stalin. Then Khrushchev, Brezhnev, Gorbachev and Yeltsin. After Putin – Medvedev, and then – bat! And again Putin.
And the Belarusian doesn’t open at all.

In the class of cats implemented methods:
Find the hernia.
to shrink
Moreover, the method of finding a hernia automatically causes the method of scratching.

I can’t put the first, second and salad in the thermos at the same time.
You can do it if you have a blender.

AAA: Is there a more practical use of this attack? Can I find the neighbor’s WiFi password?
BBB: The neighbor’s asshole is just...
ccc: This is a client attack. The password is easier to get through the same Pixie Dust, well, or try to scrape.
ddd: It’s easier to come home to him and insist on asking why some WPS.
eee: Hang the ad at the entrance: "All who did not give up the password from WiFi urgently give in the square. XX to XX! The Government"

Only romance remained in the outsiders, since since the days of Pushkin's "Onegin" nothing new was invented in it. They will not invent. Pure romance is something that is not new.

You are burning, my dear. The world has changed, the social roles, the rights and responsibilities of men and women have changed, the whole way of life... and the girl in love with you is still forcibly married to another, like Tatiana? Real romance, not pink soppes in sugar, very much depends on the way of life, on social being and consciousness. Another thing is that it is very difficult to write such a real and corresponding to the described era. Especially when the "romantic line" is chopped anywhere instead of a roast of petriflakes on a dish with a meat cut.