Xxx: I remembered a story told us by one of the teachers at the institute. There was such an outstanding mathematician Georg Kantor, the creator of the theory of sets. His work simply turned mathematics. But, unfortunately, Kantor suffered from a mental disorder, which by the end of his life worsened so much that he eventually died in a psychiatric hospital. But even while there, Kantor continued to give lectures on his ideas to other mathematicians. This was possible because in the morning his condition was much better than near the evening. Accordingly, in the morning he was brought to the university to read a lecture, which was watched by a couple of experienced sanitary practitioners. The task of the sanitarians was to determine when Kantor would start to get a dim mind, to interrupt the lecture and bring the mathematician back to the clinic. And often these lectures ended in a conflict between the medical practitioners and the mathematicians who listened to her on such a scheme.

The sanitary:

Okay, enough for today!

The Mathematics:

Wait and wait! The most interesting has just begun!

I had a girl who was silent all the time.

I offer to meet (or she offers), we meet, we go / sit / edem, she is silent, well, I wait for a while, then I begin to talk about something, does not catch up the conversation, okay, I change the subject, again silent, at most some "aga", I begin to ask questions, to any question the answer of two or three words and keep silent after that.

In a few days it all repeats.

Somewhere in a month she gives me, "I think I need you just to speak..."

xxx: Ah, I would rather have connected the "18+" module Alice ) Let some check or passport there - go! I want to listen to a full, unlimited AI neural network.



Yyy: Generally speaking, do you want free sex on the phone?



XXX: Tss

I had a girlfriend in my childhood. At the age of 13, she playing dolls, climbing trees and walking on the river. But it became interesting to drink beer and date older guys, sometimes with three at the same time.

One morning I go for a friend and her grandmother opens the door.

So is it so, and will Tania come out?

And she has not yet returned. But in general, I forbid you to communicate. When I look at you, I see that you are “God.” You will ruin my daughter.

Even as a thief, every governor is obliged to fit into the budget of his region.

On the grounds of the Chinese cafe from 18.07... https://www.anekdot.ru/id/1230411/

A long time ago, I married a Japanese woman. She even worked at the Japanese embassy in the reception room. You call there, and the voice of your wife says to you, and all that...

Well, and then we went to America and started there, among other things, to go to a Japanese restaurant more or less regularly. It was very delicious and the paper cakes. And our Japanese began to write them there on the baskets of messages with various coloured wax pieces, thank you and goodbye, likes to put then was not in fashion...

Once I wrote, the second, the third, we blinked, and as we go again - the waitress does not immediately come to us, but the manager immediately comes, we have already recognized her, she was always sitting on the bar, calculating something in the notebook and ordering in half a voice. Well, the Japanese was tense, gathered the Japanese words of doccia, so that the answer to give and not hit the dirt...

...and the chef is like this, in English, say, thank you for writing to us, we appreciated the scope and selfishness of your messages, only to translate to us is more expensive than the teasers, we are Koreans...

In the 1990s, if you had taken a picture of your breakfast, shown a film, printed a photo and shown it to friends, you would have been looked at like a fool.

I remember, in school when I was studying, with a girl alone under the bars joke their legs, and then frozen and just sat with their feet to each other for the whole lesson, not even looking at each other. I thought she liked me, too. He then called me to the movie, but she refused – there was a boyfriend. It’s unpleasant, but no matter how well, it doesn’t happen. A few years later, we were in the same company, began to communicate slowly, as if the company was going to go to the cinema, but the majority merged, each case found something. We stayed together (she, by the way, as far as I knew, had no boyfriend at the time), and I said, “Well, what do we do?” What did she say, “With you two?” “Fu no!” I have never experienced such a disappointment before. Not in myself and not so much in her, but in her image, which was formed in my head, as I imagined her. In a moment it was destroyed.