Women and men go to the gym with one goal – they want to have a beautiful, slim, elastic, female body.

Oh remembered now how in the UK agreed with an unknown boy to pursue in red dead online. They began to play, and he is not heard, he talks in a quiet whisper. I ask, can it be louder, or is it worth negotiating? And here I hear a story worthy of Hemingway - next to the wife sleeps with two children, and in the other room not to leave because the one-room, and before they go to sleep, the wife does not allow to play. At that point I realized that the institution of offspring was postponed indefinitely.

Time has shown that the dictatorship of the proletariat does not need the proletariat at all.

At the beginning of the zero, when I had a lot of time, little money and internet on cards, I played a downloaded game called King of Zamunda. The game was assembled on the knee, had three and a half buttons with images of resources from the third Heroes, but with the task of killing time managed. The essence of the game was this: you play for the king of a small state, you trade resources in the form of grain, oil and gold, periodically rushing enemies, from which you have to defend with the help of soldiers. You feed the workers with grain, you pay the soldiers with gold. You have to last a hundred years, to make a hundred moves. If the kingdom begins to roll in the shadow, you will be overthrown.
That is all. No, they were not playing in those years.

Honestly, soon I will explain what I am all about.

Initially, the game process is quite simple. You buy grain, leave it for food, sow the rest. Oil and gold buy cheaper, sell more expensive. When the war is coming, you buy soldiers exactly just to get enough to repel the attack. The population is growing, popularity too - in general, a fairly simple simulator. The butt is stolen suddenly when the people begin to grow in geometric progression, ahead of the growth of the grain. Buying grain will not be enough money, and you will not have time to grow dumb. The hunger begins, the people begin to revolt and overthrow you after a few moves.

After a dozen or two years of prosperity and satiety, suddenly all the grain in the country is sold to the dogs. Surprised people will catch up with packs. If at this time someone else decides to attack – great, no soldier goes to war.

Part of the people are killed, part are taken into slavery - the population is decreasing even more. And then, when the rating of the king is already close to zero - grain is purchased on an industrial scale, everyone is pirated, the rating rises to heaven.

When the country is slightly dried up, the cycle is repeated first.

Leaving behind all the parallels with real events, I will say one thing - in the future, this game helped me understand the way politicians think. We are all units in their game, and the purpose of the grain is not primarily our food.

When will everything get to its place?
But when you learn to divide the homeland, the country, the state and the company that manages them.

Little 9 years. He walks into the room with the question:

Why can children take part in horror films and children can’t watch such movies?🤷🏼‍♂️

My 6-year-old nephew Egor came to my grandmother in the warm countries for the summer. Making a check-in by the grandmother’s house after the arrival, a small hooligan stumbled upon a collection of toys.

You have so many toys!! The child cried enthusiastically.

B: I’ll give you them all if you behave well.

Do you need to behave well for a long time?

B: All the time you’re here.

E: I can’t stand it for so long, the boy replied disappointedly and went to master the horn.

I go by bicycle. Bicycle tracks as required. In front of me, a seven-year-old stranger on a bicycle makes finties. And so Zack goes out. Tired of this turmoil in front of my eyes, I decided to overtake and move quietly on. has fallen. I hear someone chasing behind. The boy again. And although I was driving fast, he was determined to overtake. has fallen. It turns out. A smile on the whole face:

Hello to you!

I’ve come up with this kind of courage, courage and courage :)

Hello to you.

Well, let us get acquainted. My name is Vicky.

Now I have a friend of Vitka, seven years old.