XXX: The situation was worse. A friend started dating a girl:

- She left her husband, was constantly beaten, cuddled, well, how can it be... such a beautiful, smart woman...

In a few months:

The cock! The Beast! I’ve never beat women, but I’ll probably hit them soon.

A photographer told me when we talked about this.

– is

My first erotic photo was a few years ago. Wild was worried. A woman of thirty, probably a dream. Excellent external data, high chest, tightened ass, assy waist, pleasant facial features.

While preparing for the filming, the girl asked:

Do you have sex with models?

Yes is no. - a friend was confused, trying to concentrate on the upcoming work and not allowing the fantasy to go. I’m only interested in getting good photos.

The woman breathed:

Maybe we’ll take a photo next time.

and left.

My colleagues still have them. I went on vacation for two weeks. I come and see – under the keyboard rolls the edge of the five thousand rubles banknote. My heart instantly sang: maybe there was an advance or someone decided to give me money for my merits? Unfortunately, I did not rejoice for long. It turned out that colleagues were inspired by a site where they sell different locks. They took the fake banknotes there and threw them down to such ignorant colleagues when they were out of vacation.



But I don’t hold the evil, I caught up in a joke, laughed and forgot. The couture is in principle interesting and I decided to take it home. Suddenly I want to play my husband too, he will think that the ass has fallen. Then even came the idea of sticking her to the shoe, allegedly he was walking and sticking such a banknote.



On the way home, his head was already busy. I just put the note in the box and forgot about it. In the mess, of course, like any girl in the car, accumulated a lot of dirt. I cleaned up, and I didn’t even notice how this paper from the bank of clutches fell on the seat.



In the morning, my laurel sadly stood with broken glass, in addition, inside the cabin tried to tear away even the display from the music. And on the seat - these fake, to overtake them, five thousand rubles. Apparently some fools, saw the bill and decided that there is something to live here and penetrated my machine by the most barbaric method. Angry at the deceit, they made a pogrom in the car. There is no morality, only my inattention and stupidity.

I was 10 years old then. I was sitting at home alone, and then the door was called... And we had an entrance door to the apartment on the staircase and a roof shared with the neighbors. I opened, two women of the Balzac age stood in front of me through the barracks. And then it started, “Hello! Do you want to talk about God? Do you know who Jesus really is? Worry about your lost soul and so on.”

Lost soul at 10 years old :)

I said to them, “There is no one at home, but I don’t care,” and they said, “Call, though, your name,” and they drove a booklet through the grid. And I, the fool, and say, “Alexey.”

A few days later, my mom was home, and I came back from school. A bell to the door. She went open and out of the room, far away, I hear:

“Hello to you! We are Jehovah’s Witnesses. Can we see our brother Alexey?”

I hear a sharp knock at the door, a quick step in my direction. I had never seen such anxious and enormous eyes in my mother before... She just ran in with their brochure and the phrase, “When did you get into the sect?”

8 March.

The boss together with the male team on the table at work. Well, personally from him a bouquet of flowers for each woman and a small money surprise.

One of the employees gave my partner a chocolate tile. She thanked and put it in her bag. We sit at the table and joke. We talk, as usual.

After a while, her partner is about to leave because she needs to get on the bus. Sergey (the one who gave the chocolate) breaks down and takes it seriously:

Where are you and have a chocolate?

She is:

I drink coffee at home, but I don’t want to.

He is:

- Break me half then, I thought we would eat it here together.

Valerie is confused. He gets Milka, breaks, stretches Sergey. is leaving.

Sergey turns to me:

I paid for it, so I also have the right.

The Chief:

Yes, Sirogah, you will be unmarried for a long time.

Having obtained the rights and after buying a car, she decided to build on the experience of taking her husband from work at night, his change ended at 23.30. The first trip left an impression for a long time.

I took my husband and went home, we went, and in front of the DPS crew, the employee masks with a stick, I brake and come to the side. In the head is empty, there are thoughts that at least in the auto school told how to behave and what to do. The employee approaches, I drop the window, he appears and asks for documents. And I ask:

Out of the car?

No, unless you are a drunk driver.

And in my head the thoughts will jump, "and on March 8, GAI employees gave tulips to girls who followed the rules. And now, probably, decided to take a joint action against drunk driving.”

What is the action? Tell me more, I would participate.

At this time, the man begins to cough. The employee looked at me with suspicion, it was visible on his face that he had gone to reboot. Here he guesses to look at VU more closely, turns around and looks at the date of receipt (2 weeks ago). He begins to roar and says:

Action for those who are drunk driving.

No, thank you, I will not.

Here he looked so compassionately at my husband and wished him (just not crossed):

I want to get home in full.

The husband then roared for a long time and told the men what his initiative wife was.

In 1997, a merchant complained that the money was being shaken from him by the bandits, who should come then and then and then for revenue. They organized a group, the OMON pulled. New guys in the state who have not yet lighted up. In general, they wander near the store, an analogue of modern TCs, naturally. Suitable for them type, say help the gazelle to unload, for the TC. Go to. They go over the corner and there are two more bodies with knives. Everything is quickly pulled out of the pockets. A little retreat. There is also a little further gazelle without identification signs with OMON standing, waiting for a signal. In general, police officers in the state, good guys, just don’t have to cut. I went into my pockets for everything I had. They pulled the trunk, quickly into the snow of the robbers, carefully and quietly into the gazelle with OMON, where they were massaged well. I think the three remembered this day for a long time, maybe it was their most unsuccessful robbery, or rather a robbery attempt.



P.S The bandits were captured half an hour later.

Honestly speaking, our creative assembly is, in its majority, the worms of the nation, who have captured themselves with its conscience.

It is time to uncover a family secret kept for centuries by my ancestors and passed on to me. A universal taste. A taste that suits everyone, regardless of religion, gender, nationality and social affiliation.
It all started with my mother being sick. I was forced to go to the hospital and we two younger boys were left with my father alone. The elderly had more luck, they went to school, school, institut, married and married, and we and my brother were only nine and eight years old. My father spent the whole evening in the kitchen, spinning a five-liter pot.
“Eat, sit down and eat,” he finally said.
My brother and I grabbed the larger tablespoons and rushed to the table, cuddling each other. Food, and that was it, in other words, at the expense of my youth I probably would not pick, was unbearable.
This burdock cannot be eaten. What fucking thing is this? - I would say now, but then I just tried to pour a spoonful deeper into my throat so as not to sink. Vaska, and he was younger and privileged, just spit that shit back into his plate. And he had nothing for that. Yes, I forgot to say that my mother was Ukrainian. And how Ukrainian boars and soups... A fairy tale, just a fairy tale.
“Well,” scratched his forehead over his eyebrows, his father said, “I knew I lacked the ingredients.
Ingredients, the word I do not like, because of the difficulty of pronunciation, difficulty of writing and difficulty of obtaining. But then it interested us.
What is it, what? We were a little worried.
"I am a Siberian," said the father, as thoughtfully, "taiga supplies a lot of ingredients without which food is not delicious. So yes, all sleep now, and tomorrow in the woods, for the ingredients. I didn’t have time to get up at dawn, my dad played up. After checking our pockets for biscuits and candy, and at the same time a piece of sausage, he strictly said - we go to the taiga, and she will feed!
Thro the day, we wandered through some debris, from the pine to the cedar tree, from the berry to the oak. Daddy struck out some peel, smelled, rubbed in his fingers, looked at the light. I thought it wasn’t mature. And we wandered further and further. Taiga, fucking, did not rush to feed. Except for mosquitoes and mosquitoes, which have just eaten us. It darkened quickly.
-And why in the dark in such a distance to pass, here and overnight, - said the father and began to break the hammer. He forgot about us. We broke it ourselves. I wiped my teeth until morning and washed my teeth with rose. This is a straight rose on the grass. We continued to look for ingredients, whether they were cold. By the evening of the next day, the father still narrated, whether the swan or the urticaria, in the darkness was not to be disassembled. We went home proudly.
We didn't have time to get back, my dad got out of the refrigerator yesterday's soup, melted the oven, crushed the brought grass in pieces, ups, sorry - the ingredients, crushed them in a pot and then broke them into cups.
I ate a spoonful, it smoked in my hands. Vaska was a younger and in privileges, so he ate his mouth out of the plate and he had nothing for it.
How do you taste, guys? My father asked. Instead of answering, I gave him a plate for a supplement. Ingredients, a terrible force! Reporting to me, he said.
Daddy to Daddy! What are these ingredients called? After emptying the second plate, I wondered about the future.
They are called hunger. Just a hunger! It has the universal taste of all times and peoples.

When will the coronavirus epidemic end?
I don’t know, I’m not interested in politics.