xxx: yeah shit, since when did my grandfather start riding on the ninth, it was always six?! to
YYY: Ever since he turned on her once.

xxx: I watched some series here "Follow"
xxx: I thought that there take actors who had five on the subject type "how to scan fingerprints with a barcode scanner and not rub";;

I read with a friend quote for a long time in the internet looking for wheels on the car, now moved to the dating site, I look at the questionnaire, Svetlana, 175/70, and the brain further suggests that it is R13 or 14"
According to the classification of diseases R13 - dysphagia, R14 - flatulence. Oh poor girl.

Don’t believe when they say that duels canul in the summer. Recently, in the mid-1980s, my friend, a fellow student, was summoned to a duel by a student of Philfax.

You know how it happens. During the secular conversation, carelessly abandoned humiliating words about physmatism. Word for word, the passions burned. My friend was young, hot - did not tolerate the insult masquerading as a personal opinion and responded with the same, in the end - a challenge to a duel, and both sides did not want to hear about reconciliation.

At the appointed time, after the classes, they met in an empty auditorium, and a representative of the philological faculty appeared with two of his classmates and these were not secondary. The participants expressed their desire to join the fight. My friend did not object.

They took their belongings and began to... dictatorship. You are not wrong with the dictatorship.

For the opposite side claimed that there were no literate people in the physmates, and my comrade advocated the opposite. After a while, they checked the work and made sure that there are people who write without errors on the fismat, and there are no such people on the filfak. Having received satisfaction, my friend considered the conflict exhausted, although I offered him to summon their entire faculty to another duel that would require school challenges. If they lost in their field, what would happen to them in our field?

I would have participated there, because in the duel on literacy I had no chances.

There is only a paradise for introverts!
YYY: And if there are introverts there, will this place remain a paradise for introverts?
XXX: Some of Schrödinger’s questions are straight.
Zzzz: It will stay. Introverts are not sociopaths. True, if there is at least one extrovert among them, then not.

This story was told to me by my wife. When she was 5-6 years old, in the kindergarten once children decided to play as daughters-mothers. Everyone was given roles, the boys also played.

And here, when the boy, playing the role of a daddy, was to "return from work," he said, "Manka, take off the cowards, I'm back home! “”

Is his father a sailor or a long-haul driver?

I ordered a pizza an hour ago.

In a minute, 40 calls to the door, not the home phone. I cried, I asked, “Who?”

The pizza was brought by a 18-year-old boy, his face was in blood, his lip was broken, his ear was red, and the second white one was very in the eye. What happened?

What drunk men stunned him on the first floor, for what, he scattered the advertisement on the boxes. He just came on order. Upon calling the police, he refused:

- I have three more orders in the car, I will be fired, I have been washing you for a long time.

We have, near work, a small fast food store, which I frequently look at, in the lunch break, I used to say so... And it turns out that I am constantly intersecting there with an employee from the neighboring office - Nicholas, who every time orders a shaurma and, likewise, every time, the question of the cashier: "Do you have a normal?" - replies dissatisfied with phrases like: "No, blatant magic! Put on the pelargon! No, with pearl buttons!” explaining his dissatisfaction with the fact that there should be no questions, and if there is a need for some change, he will say it himself.



About an hour ago I heard the screams of the Rugians in the neighboring office, the content of which was mostly obscene, and went to find out what was going on. I go in, in the middle of the office, Nikolai stands, rubs his hair on his head and pours his soul mat in an open paper bag of fast food. It turned out that he once again answered the question: "Do you have the usual?" - with the phrase: "No, turned out!" - and, returning to work, found in the package a rolled lava, around which there was a mixture of meat, mixed with mayonnaise, onion and greens, but rushing out, as it should be, did not go, remembering his wishes to order.

Last week, I walked to the house, parked next to the entrance where my apartment is located, moms with year-olds, tugosers and children of a little older were tired near the entrance. I greeted and went home.

In the morning, on Saturday, at 9-15, the door ring, and this is not a modest ringing, but a straight such a loud ringing. I woke up, I went to open the door, I looked in the eyes, a neighbor stands. I open the door and she says, “Hello doctor,” I woke up, where do you know I am a doctor? She answers, you yesterday when you came up, I under the front glass of you saw a pass to the territory of the GCB, and your surname on it, here and brought to you my "chicken" to look, he had something with his throat ( for a minute, I was never a pediatrician, and much less not an ENT, rehabilitologist I) I from such greed, of course, but the lady's son let in and even examined the throat, and called a friend-pediatrician, the diagnosis was a tonsillitis, and urgent hospitalization to the hospital in order to clarify the diagnosis and if removal of these very tonsils is needed. I said goodbye, she left, I thought about how naughty people are and went to bed further to see her deserved dreams.

In the evening of the same day we planned a small sabotage with friends in honor of the 2nd anniversary of the wedding with my wife, the guests came, we drank a couple of drinks, all like people. At 20 a.m. the door is ringing, I open the door without a back-thinking, she is standing, and she says, "I am sick, the temperature is 39, what to do?" I answer, madam eptit, I said in the morning urgently to the hospital, why buried the child? Yes, says aunt, we decided to try the rinse, afraid of the operation. The next question just killed me. Are you drunk? ! to My aunt says! I have a child who is sick, and you are drinking here, I thought for a second if I didn’t confuse my horms in the west of the capital, with my modest department, I thought and understood that it wasn’t, just my aunt is bending the rod. He kindly said goodbye and went to his friends.

I told them, laughed and forgot.

in the morning. The door knocks (you guess who’s coming? is right.

The first question is, have you trembled?

Second, what to do with my son?

He found the number of the apartment, sent, called an ambulance, the boy was taken.

After that, he became the enemy of all the moms within a radius of 3 km from home and a drunken doctor.

I called a taxi to the office today. There are two exits from the building, one to one street, the other to the other. A taxi driver calls and asks a question, which for 20 seconds caught me into a stupor:



Hi to you! Did you call a taxi to that address? Going by wife or husband?



I remained silent, stumbled, then it only came - one exit from the building on the side of Krupskaya Street, the second - on the side of Lenin Street... I never thought of such a funny coincidence, although I have been working here for a long time.

I was stuck with an unfamiliar girl in the elevator. I approached the panel, squeezing the buttons of different floors. The elevator does not respond. Press the call button of the controller. and silence. As I look at the girl, I say:

Arrived

The girl breathed hard.

Well, I think you need to have a conversation with a girl somehow to clear up the situation. I also ask her in a joke:

Are you not a maniac?

The girl smiling:

No is

I am :

“It’s good... it’s good, or two maniacs in one elevator is too much.

The girl:

and what? 0 0 0



In general, to discharge the situation is not my horse, a blessing that in a few minutes called the controller and went free.

Not so many girls have a computer at home lately. Don’t turn to anyone...

Parents put on the child rubber boots, and then scared that he swallowed them.
God, give these idiots a little wisdom!