When I was looking for a job, I came to the idea that Hechanter and dating sites are very similar. You think you’re so cool, you sit, you choose decent options, you write – and in the end, half of you are ignored, and the other says you don’t fit.

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There in terms of clothes are not frozen at all, my boss went to work in stretched, unshaken and hollow(!) T-shirt from wallmarta, which sells three pieces for a dozen. If I earned as much (about 8 million a year), I’t care what shirt I wear.

The word about clothes is given to Lieutenant Lukash: "If your uniform is not in order, and the buttons are poorly sewn or lack them, it means that you forget your duties to the army. Per it seems unclear to you why you are arrested for yesterday, when you were examined, you lacked a button on the gym, for such a little thing, for such a mess, which, if you were not in the military service, nobody would pay attention to? But in military service, such negligence with regard to its appearance entails penalty. And why? It’s not about missing a button, it’s about getting you in order. Today you don’t sew the button, and so you start to lordry. Tomorrow you will already find it difficult to disassemble and clean the rifle, after tomorrow you will forget in some tractor your stick and finally fall asleep at the post - and all because of the fact that with that unfortunate button you began to lead the life of a lobster. That is, the pigeon! I punish you in order to save you from a punishment more severe than those misdemeanors that you might commit in the future, slowly but surely forgetting your duties. andquot;

I just got your stories, I can’t read them anymore, fucking. One story is more frightening than another, simply. About the laundry, shit. About some shit, patriarchy. What are you wearing at all? Clothes, blade, glory - you will be respectable. What a shit? What are you wearing? Overall to swallow. I don’t understand...and these are adults? A shit, a shit, a shit. The Internet has given them a quote - write! Write good quotes, you fool! I don’t want to, I want to talk about the glove! What is? Is it a quote? Is this a quote? For the comps sat down, fucking write - pydors, fools, fucking...

Again, eating out the brains of people who are confident that if you don’t make money, you’re living wrong. Take care of your health, but do not tolerate the other brain.

> Oh, but here is the sect of licking bed linen. You don’t have to chew it, you don’t have to. All the rest is necessary, and bed clothes are not needed. The point.

Maybe you’re not crushing him?

Tatiana was not forcibly married. Tatiana heard from her semi-fantastic Ideal that they are not needed and married herself.

You have some misguided ideas about the morals and the life of the nobles in the Pushkin era. When marrying her daughter, her opinion was not much more interested than today, the breeder is interested in the opinion of the cat when it is sold. A person is good, responsible, will not hurt - this is the main thing. And then it will fall in love. Again, Eugene was not just so excited to Tatiana: she is now married, but the place of the lover is vacant. He did not want to get married (until death separates), but to spend some time with a young, beautiful, but naive lady - it is.

I have 5000 chocolates in my refrigerator, and my friend has one. I persuaded him to give his chocolate to the homeless.

This is how celebrity charities work.

I noticed that in the song Rammstein - Küss mich the words "Küss mich" sound like "Kuzmich". Cuka, the song about Kuzmić - my world will not be the same.

Once a long time ago, somewhere in the 90s, the year I can't remember exactly, in Peter just started to appear in a massive order of good foreigners. My classmate first of our suitcases bought some Japanese "parquet" b / u, but in very decent condition. We agreed to meet him in the center, have a coffee and discuss something. Then it turned out that we were on the way, and he called me to throw. It was near Vladivostok. We approach his car, and there are two men, obviously over 40, in costumes, talking about something with a pathos look. One of them, more blatant, has a expensive leather folder in his hands. And he looked carelessly at his friend’s car. We approach - two very young looking boys, apparently up to 30, in tinted jeans and t-shirts. We stand next door. We wait. Interestingly, the man may have confused the car. But then there were not so many foreigners as there are now. And in the vicinity, as far as I was able to notice, there was no other foreign brand at the time - only domestic cars. All the Moscovites and Zhyguli, Zaporozhye with the Volgas. Or maybe that man, just dust in the eye to let somebody decide. I do not know. But we stood with a friend next to the car and looked. By the way, a friend in half a voice explained to me something about this brand of cars. Suddenly, a blushed man with a folder makes a chubby face and says to us in a strict voice:

Boys, get out of the car!

I am silent, I am interested. A friend, a boy with a good sense of humor, says:

The Uncle! You are sorry! Can we just ride a little? He wipes off the shoulder of the man with the folder from the driver’s door, opens the car, we sit down and leave.



I should have seen this picture with oil. Especially the second man, who reached and who was half-shaped from the hood.

There is one man working in our group. The soul of the company, the joke, the fun. Life stories are full of funny. Everything happened to him. Well, you know people who have had a similar story on every occasion. I didn’t always believe them, but I couldn’t lie, and I didn’t want to. Why do I have this?

7 years passed. Almost everyone in our small group changed except us two.

He continues to entertain everyone with his stories.

Over time, they have become even more funny for me, especially those I told him, and he is now decorating and making it his own.

In general. I go to the mushroom in my pants. Culturally, I’m lying, with the intention of sweeping a gorgeous ass, because without pants I haven’t watched it yet, and I’m interested! He breathes all kinds of compliments to my ear. And, rushing to another portion of pleasures in my address, erotic whisper ask: "Who is the best in the world?" And at this moment I get in my pants.
My inner fool is involved.
And I ended my own phrase with a lively voice: "Who has the fur on the pope?"
Thank God that the muščinka got not out of the scary and could finish the started, but his eyes at that moment I will never forget.

Many may think that between warm water, pleasant to touch, and boiling water, burning at the slightest touch, there is somewhere about 20-30 degrees of difference. In fact, the difference is only 1 degree. 1 degree of rotation of the crane handle.

When I went to kindergarten and hooliganized, the teacher sat me on a chair and did not let me play. I watched others play. That was punishment. It is now called flying.

My girlfriend says I look like an idiot in a bicycle helmet. But it’s better for me to look ugly than to fall and break my head right during sex.

Every year the New Year corporate is celebrated earlier and earlier under the pretext that before the holidays to book restaurants is more difficult and more expensive. Last year it was December 16. This year is scheduled for the first. I wonder how soon will we start celebrating it in August?

Citizens will take on medical expenses, and the government will take on oil revenues.

I shared it, and this is great.

I had a taxi order a couple of years ago, which I remembered because of its unusuality.



The lunch time. The private sector. A woman aged 65 left the house holding a baby of 4 months maximum in her arms. The child was trapped. She approached, opened the door, put the child on the back seat and named the address. I was already automatically going to touch when I see this woman standing on the street.



Do you not go?

and no. The daughter will meet and pay. Not far to go.

I’m a very small child, do they do that? ! to

My daughter told me to send it, and I sent it. Everything is normal.



I’t go that way now, but then I agreed. A couple of stops only had to pass.



I wasn’t driving, I was on the road. One hand on the steering wheel, the other holds the child so that he does not slip from the seat when braking.



They arrived. A girl of 30 years. He opens the door and takes the child.



I – Do not do that anymore. You are not afraid for the child. Suddenly...

D is not the first time.



Those words interrupted me.

He put in the money and closed the door.

Victor Kustikov: The vedra in the sky did not launch, the night vase (pot) was needed. In the school years, they were stunned by blowing ballons from the syphon. The scheme is known: sulfur from light bulbs or powder, as a flame of sticks from the pen. Once after school with the boys went to the building with another balloon, the imagination was already exhausted, and then a pot fell on the eyes. Next to it was a large table with a metal table. I put a bottle on the table, I light a fire, I cover with a pot. The pot blows up to the sky, and very high. No one noticed the noise of the explosion. Nearby works a height crane, and above the crane in a radius of a couple of kilometers there is nothing. The pot falls from the top on the crane, begins to rumble over metal structures like a wolf's helmet in a famous cartoon and falls to the feet of the strawper. The crane stops the crane. Follow this dialogue:
What shit are you?
I don’t know, the pot.
What pot?
The shit in which.
- Where is he from?
Maybe he was thrown out of the plane or the astronauts.

Again, Eugene was not just so excited to Tatiana: she is now married, but the place of the lover is vacant. He did not want to get married (until death separates), but to spend some time with a young, beautiful, but naive lady - it is.

You have forgotten to write "at the mothers". While the poor thian was, of course, not interesting, and here in addition to the whispering money and gifts could be picked up. That the girl wasn’t stupid, I didn’t understand. Here I broke.