At work, a relatively new colleague (working with us for a couple of months) - from the breed of great experts all over. Teaches lawyers how to make contracts, guards - how to correctly check passes, the assistant boss explained that the capsules for the coffee machine should not be ordered where he orders, but elsewhere... I do not know if he teaches those living on the territory of the courtyard to target the fence, but I will not be surprised if so.

Recently came with some question to us (the department of translators), bypassed a colleague sitting at the entrance on the "horrible Russian accent" in English. Then suddenly realized that a colleague is a foreigner, translates from English to German, and practically does not speak Russian at all, somehow quickly left, without sharing wisdom.

I haven't seen him for two days, so well, so calm!

(In the post a comic about the hunts and about them a conversation took place)
XXX: these dwarf dwarfs in my country had to eat paint and solvent! I come - and there is an open bank of paint, and there is a happy green bark on the site. I caught him and ran to the veterinarian. The doctor shrugged over me, and said that I was cheering at the fact that the paint is toxic, he only repented a little, and he eats it in order to smash on needles and get rid of fleas and ticks. In the end, I dropped that shit where I got it. after a couple of days - a dozen green oaks (correl, frog, lead) were shot on the site, leading to a heart attack of the local alkasya. Then these spires also and the solvent somewhere overwhelmed, which is why the color of the herd began to resemble a spotty camouflage.

At the age of marrying a young, and even a virgin in terms of eternal loyalty is just incredibly stupid. After a number of years, the male libido will fall to nothing, while the young woman will just start to peak.
The free advice of my father, take advantage of health:
To not be afraid of betrayal, you need to marry decent people.

The service. A call from a customer who brings us the equipment for repair. The masculine voice:



How to go to you?

This is the address. And who are you, what luck, the item of the product and the claim number name?

I am a taxi driver. I was told that I was Natasha!

I am looking at vacancies in the specialty of Emergency Doctor.
The site servicefully gives me similar vacancies: assembly home of simple lunches.
A subtle hint where I can go with my specialty.

Today I found out my debt list in the universe. There was an epic phrase:
I did a deep epilation of the intimate area before the session. There’s nothing to do with your ass"

Leafy is out.
Over Russia was deployed Air France aircraft, following flight AF128 from Paris to Berlin. According to preliminary data, the cause of this was the vibration of the engine. The decision was made to land in St. Petersburg."
- Pepe... these EGE victims at least looked at the map!
From Paris to Berlin it would be more convenient to sit in Voronezh and seek asylum.

My friend has a dead pope.
What kind of poppy was it? The big?
No, the inseparable one. He lived alone for many years. Because the second indissociable is himself bitten!
- that's all I wanted to know about eternal love and monogamy)))))

Zadolbayke 18972, or the sister of Crust.

No one argues that there are a lot of motorcyclists (which is a lot, I am not mistaken if I say that the majority) who respect both the PDD and other participants in the traffic. But there is a very noticeable percentage of crusts, which are the complete opposite of the first. It is they fly on the separator, regardless of the sides, they appear from nowhere, ignoring both lighting signs and pedestrian crossings. Their fault is a lot of accidents - most often fatal to them. It is they who believe that a motorcycle’s roar is to demonstrate crudity (in fact, just to be noticed by other drivers) and chase the sleeping areas at night.

I know that adequate motorcyclists don’t like them too – but they often stand on their side in the event of a conflict. And yet... most of the participants of the movement spread their rejection to them on all who sat on the “two-wheeled horse.” In any case, any motorcyclist is expected to at least a subwoofer.
Take it as a fact. I have nothing more to add.

Preparing for exams is a shit.
Just sneezed, I said to myself "be healthy" and for another two minutes I thought who desired this health to me.

Laws exist for the poor, the rich have their lawyers, prosecutors and judges.

The Magic Word

Fifty-year-old Boris is our permanent artist decorator. Yes, he looks like a decorator artist: a tall, weaker eyewear in a colorful coat, and also with an earpiece in his ear. Now, only a rat tail remained from his cunning hair, but before Bora was bald, there was something to admire.
And today in the smoking room he told how he met his future wife Larisa:
- We met in the theatre, I gave her my turn in the buffet. Word for word, after the show was called to go home.
It turned out that Larisa lived in such a remote ass that it was dangerous to go there without a squad of automakers, in addition, in the courtyard at the beginning of the 90s. Winter and night.
Normal, human passers have long been sucking in the houses.
Our way was through the "tube" - a low and dark pedestrian crossing under the railway, but there, in the darkness, under the bridge, some company settled. How many people - it is unknown, only the "gur gur" was heard and cigarette lights were seen.
As soon as Larisa felt the company, she immediately stopped sharply, took a sad breath and began to tell us how to get around this place: one-and-a-half kilometers to the station, then through the bridge and back.
Where to go? Not going straight into the wolf’s bow?
And I tell her:

- Larocha, maybe without me you walked around - and around, but now you are with a man, and I will not offend you to anyone, do not be afraid.
Why not be afraid? Boris, you don’t even know how many people there are?
– Give your hand, Larisa, and now let’s go together, we’ll count them all.

I turned on Belmont’s valley walk, and we boldly plunged into the pipe. The company under the bridge was not small at all, there were eight people, or maybe more. They drank wine, smoked, and I even fired a cigarette at them. for the point. I wish everyone good luck and we calmly went on.
Larissa was stunned because she thought I was a simple botan, no more, and I turned out to be a real Belmont.

I could not stand and interrupted Boris.

A young man, a boy, a man, I respect you. To be honest, I’t go. It could be so cool, especially as the place is suitable. How did you not fear?
Very correct question. I would not go in my own life. I am a suicide, right? I heard a magical word. My eyesight is not very good, but my hearing is good.
What magical word?
"While Larisa explained to me the scheme of the circumference, I, in the midst of laughter and matte, from underneath the bridge, heard quietly but clearly, accidentally said, a magical word - "Meyerhold"...

I was on a diet, lost 2 kg, the head stopped thinking. Maybe it was a brain!

Alcohol creates more people than it destroys.

XXX: I’ll try this week.
YYY: Trying to try it is great! )

What a news!

Whitney Huston – I Will Survive

First, not Huston, a Houston, and secondly, Gloria Geinor, not Houston!

> I would say that LGBT officers take themselves as
> hymns, motto and flags all that never to them
> did not apply and liked the rest.

This is literary propaganda. Pray for something popular so that this popularity spreads to you. by Sir (c)

Xxx: This is a very positive character. Oh, no, lying down is wrong.

A resident of Yekaterinburg wrote a message to a neighbor for Wi-Fi, which he used himself

Android is playing. I'm doing a little on the phone, and here I got into the DTP. There was a lot of damage to the insurance company. Almost a whole night in the GBDD, nerves, references... Well, nothing, experienced, forgotten like a terrible dream. And the phone is like this one day - on, see the owner - the best moments of November. And the collage is so cute with my beaten car in different angles. He did nothing wrong with me, why did he do that to me?? to