You, the dude, have not seen your own brain. I also have SAP R3 :)

It reminded. St. Luke (Voyno-Yasenetsky), a Stalin Prize winner for "Discourses of Pneumatic Surgery," once replied to the question of how he, a doctor with a brilliant education and many years of experience, can believe in God:
“I have done a lot of brain surgery and when I opened the skull box, I never saw a mind there. And conscience too.

xxx: I hit the search engine "distance to the polar star". "Yandex" instantly gives me: "494 kilometers (right)". The supporters of the flat Earth seem to be right in something.)

I’m not scared, the search engine too. 494 km is the distance from me to the village of the same name in Mordovia. But the feeling that the universe has changed a lot over the summer was untranslatable.)

Commentary on the article about the DTP:
reader: "he cut down a tree and crashed into a house" - almost a real man. I had something else to do with my son.

One day, when I was still in school, my father had a “genial” idea of sending me to school. Now it is admitted that he heard then fairy tales about how the military "cool" lives. So, I didn’t want to go to school at all, but my father wasn’t broken. Destroyed the authority. I had to submit documents. At school, I was told that I needed certificates from doctors. I was given a list of necessary certificates and sent to collect them across all hospitals. Part of the certificates have already been collected. I go to the office and I don’t remember who.

What worries you, young man?

I show him a paper from school.

So you gathered!

The type of that.

So mean listen. I look at you and I see that you are not healthy. I cannot give you a certificate. If you really want to go to school, bring your parents here tomorrow. We will somehow agree, the doctor quickly wrote on a paper from the school and issued another piece of paper.

I left the doctor’s office in shock and let’s read quickly what he wrote there. I read, and I unwillingly appear a smile. And he wrote me a terrible illness, in my opinion, a defect of the heart. A miracle in the eye!

Naturally, I did not say anything to my father for the dialogue with the doctor, but silently took this writing back to school. There I was given a turn off and another paper with an official refusal. I showed this refusal to my father and he left me behind with the school theme.

At first I had a plan specifically to fail the exams, but everything went much better.

Doctor, I want to thank you for making my life easier. I hope you are not working anymore.

It is said, “Man is created for happiness,” but for whom, it is not said.

I read about how the man confused the cars in Vladka, and, as always, he...

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.

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.

"MVD wants to punish teachers for participation of schoolchildren in street protests"

There is an old joke:
Inspector GIBDD chases the streets of the city on a car, violating all traffic rules. They ask him why he does this? The inspector answers:"I am dismissing my immediate boss".

Adminskoe: The bucks have just served sweets. They are called "The Charming Shell" and "Eshkin’s Cow". No one has described my work so accurately in a few words.

Recently came into the hands of a document describing the statutory changes of the office regarding the age limit of the employee in the position.
So, in the main paragraph there was an eye-catch and instead of "limit" it was written "perpetual" age. I read, showed colleagues, agreed that the difference in terminology does not change the meaning of the document.

here here :
@I'd look at you, come you in a blush to our office

Are you there, you are selling strawberries?

Well people watch cartoons, well they like it, even if it's a bit strange - you fuck it? You’re being paid a cut for every cartoon you watch, right?

No one really does (no one does). And the guilty of this, oh, the viewers of the multiples))

We went with our former classmates on shelves (we are 21 years old). We drank and talked to a classmate.

He tells me, “You can imagine, the girls have gone now, they have 12, and they are already moving their legs. I look, my little sister went for the pads. So almost killed, I ask who this fool is, she’s silent! “”

I’m a little shocked, asking, “Why did you get what someone had with her? “”

He said, “Well how? ! to Her menstrual period started, so she slept with someone! "

Oh, the Germans are the Germans! Génzel and Grétel Hänsel und Gretel), diminishing German names from Johannes and Margaret. 0 - O