She reads the history of the ancient world.

Q: What did the Scythians really mean by sending Darius a mouse, a frog, a bird and five arrows? Was it not a threat? Maybe they just sent him their delicacies?
In the sense of delicacy?
The animals could be planted on the arrows, baked and eaten.
What about two more arrows?
g: and on these arrows the dary could plant eggs, roast and... silence Yes, probably, it was still a threat.

The fact is that any new C++ chips must pass through a committee of three fanatics.

The first fan loves exceptions. Thro the assembly, this screaming old man seems to be asleep, but at the most uncomfortable moment he jumps up and interrupts the speaker with the scream "and here we throw the exception!" This old man few people like, but everyone is forced to tolerate him.

The second fan loves patterns. He gently turns any fit into patterns, which he wraps into patterns, which he wraps into patterns... until it breaks again. In his free time, he tries to write a program to calculate the meaning of life and in general at the compilation stage.

The third fanatic, the youngest, loves everything parallel. Unlike others, he doesn’t criticize immediately. He enthusiastically grabs the proposed fitch, immediately translates it into parallel, convinces himself that everything is breaking and with a breath “in our age of parallel programming it is not possible to do so” sends the fitch into the basket. It is said that he has a lot of personalities that a friend often interrupts a friend.

This is:
In the conversation was born the phrase:
xxx: sketch of the poster to the teaser trailer

There is a more Russian version:
Announcement of Advertising Probe
by AntonFox

The repairs of the repairers are generally paid. Soviet experience still: if repairers pay off, they will repair so that it hangs on the stoves and breaks in two days, and it would be possible to repair on the stoves again. If you pay a salary and a premium for safety, the technology suddenly begins to figured like a clock, and the repairman himself sits half a day in combat readiness, and half a day pursues prevention, because it is not in his interest to have as many facts of repair as possible, but as few facts of breakdown as possible.

I see too many strangers.

Have you ever received from the bodyguard for refusing to show what you have in your bag and compare it to a check when the frame at the exit was sealed?
If not, then congratulations - you are a cat and you are just afraid. But not yet such.

Further, the police are called, witness data is taken and the guard sits for inflicting heavy bodily weapons. Do you want to defend yourself legally?

Bake it all in a pot with a round cover.
- Rabbit, you won't believe, a round cover has all the pots.

The paradox of public opinion - from someone's honest acknowledgment that happy Childfrey and old virgin, a person begins to hysterize, splash with saliva and whisper about the "female purpose", or thought here, a good life, a hobby to have something, to travel - she is around the thirties, and she, a bastard and selfish, enjoys life! But! Here is the same worker in the park encounters the blackened zombie, the last force pushing the wheelchair, in which the throat of her beauty - and, oh miracle! - the same worker sprinkled with saliva from anger already on their own, deceased women, sitting in decrees, while we stumble, on the path of their foolish wheelchairs to circumnavigate, as much as an extra meter to step can not shut up a wealthy child, and poor passers - listen!
And then such a sincere and clear misunderstanding, why both Childfrey and Mommies are sending him to a beautiful distance.

The city of brides is Ivanovo.

The City of Bridesmaids is Divanovo.

Discussion in the VK of a teacher who "placed in the social network provocative photos"

- The moment when half of the schoolchildren of the city after post immediately walked and got acquainted with all the beauty of BDSM.)

After all that I read, I want to say only one thing: well, men, give birth and raise yourself. And we pass.

XXX is Hello! You are in contact, can you talk?
YYY : almost. I go to Sheremetyevo, I have a cleandering to Khabarovsk
YYY: Commandy
Tagged: fucking
YYY: Commandment
I am afraid of flying.

Most of all, I was angered by the task of finding the common features of the cock and the glass: an infinite number of common and different details can be found for any two or more objects.
I said that the cock and the glass are homeomorphic, even tried to give a popular explanation of homeomorphism on the fingers – figuratively, of course.
I was told that my answer was false and inadequate, and that there was really nothing in common between the glass and the cock.

- And let us inspire people different nonsense, and let them all the time work and compete who is better and who is more beautiful?
Good idea, but how do we do it?
We need to invent the TV and inspire all this nonsense to people.
It is great. And they will have to work more to buy it.
“And they will pay every month for him to show them all this on 120 different channels, well, to think that they decide what to watch.
It is genius!

This is the power of inertia. I go to the subway, the announcement of the stations rushes to exactly one station. On the Lenin Square, a red prospectus was announced (a transition station to another line), and half the wagon went out by inertia... And then looking around, the people realized that they were somewhere a little more rented.)

What is the song about quantum mechanics?
What is? O_O
There is something about multiple realities and that the observer shapes what is observed.
“I looked around to see if she looked around, to see if I looked around.”
and exactly!

husband (engineer): Ideally, with an OMS policy should be accepted in any hospital of the country, but if not by license, then they are asked to provide at least a rental contract to attach to the clinic. and Brad.
Doctor: It is no nonsense. If people are not attached to the clinic, they will disconnect and fly straight into space!

I: I hope he doesn’t think of switching the mode here and there and pouring this trash into one file.
He: Pofigo, because I will be responsible for this, I will say that it does not match TZ, go all in the ass.
I: Anything can go on the go, but it must go into the ass through logs, not in logs through the ass.

I saw that you’ve flogged with her at GitHub! We are separating!

She: How can I be sick for one of these teams if it’s just blue for me and green for me... and it’s not even my favorite color.

I work on training courses
People even pass a decent number in a month, but some are especially remembered.
At the end of the course, we drop some material on the flash.
Bringing one uncle instead of a flash phone
In principle, no difference, there is a rope, the comp is connected to the comp - dropped, a typical situation
But he was so shaken by his phone that he used to connect it himself, through the back USB ports of the comp, and the computer under the desk.
and does not go out, grit "I will wait under the table until it is copied, so that I do not go out twice"
My colleagues are half laughing.
Here he is called.

Oil painting: working room
from under the table a part of the male back and ass, the owner of which is something there whispering under the table
According to the law of gender, the boss
He asks: What is happening here?
We are copying the material.