I never thought I would get into such a situation. I have already written that clients try not to eat or drink (sometimes me! work to be done). And now, probably, from the raised water and then I'll shrink.

In general, the situation is normal - I come to the house to put the boy sounds. The family is new, cockroaches in the heads of people unknown yet. While my pupil was running (to change clothes, to find one pupil, to find another pupil, to chew a cat, to write, to hide a toy, to get a toy), at this time I split up, sat in the kitchen, washed my hands, and the pupil was left to sit down. Here floats his gently smiling grandmother, holding a glass in her hands:

Take care, it is for you.

“Thank you,” I said, “What is it?

And you try.

I put a glass on my face and I feel amber. No, not so though. I feel the hell with a specific shade of acetone. I am pale, green, and I understand that I am about to say goodbye to lunch in the eyes of amazed customers, and I am throwing the glass back to the old lady. But she does not take him! He pushes my hands back:

Do you try! The Fresh! This is very useful! I drink every day.

I try to hide behind the chair, under the canvas, behind the wallpaper, anywhere! I go and put a glass on the kitchen table. I ask :

and v. Does he drink that too?

“Neee, he’s a little bit dirty, so we can’t drink yet. But I will pour him into the soup for a drop, and he will get used to it. So you drink! It is fresh!

A happy child goes to the kitchen, leads his nose and gives:

Fou, grandmother, you’re cooking your notes again! I already wrote in the toilet.



The fucking. I was mentally shot at this place.

The strange thing is life experience. When it is possible to accumulate its solid stock, it is not very time to use it.

A story from the U.S. that shook up the entire Internet there and barely led to a war between the sexes. I pass it on from the first person:

My wife recently stated that she would no longer do me mines and there would be no oral delights from her. The explanation is simple: she never really liked it, and I think she can do it. In general, she is right, because I cannot force her into her mouth, because she has the full right to control her mouth. But!

We have a tradition that every Friday we eat dinner with the tests, her parents. These are people of old hardening, very difficult in communication, but the tradition itself has been more than 10 years, just as long as our marriage lasts. It turns out that every Friday after work, instead of resting, I have to spend time with people I can’t tolerate. Why am I doing this? To make your wife happy!

Overall, I told my wife to let her think what she wants, but I won’t do anything I can’t tolerate anymore – spend Friday with her parents.

In response, she stated that I’m a ass and it’s totally different situations. I disagree – we both stopped doing things we didn’t like doing, although doing so made each other happy. And we both have the right to be backbone to each other.

Am I a ass?

Colombian drug barons ask: where in Russia can you learn to be a Colonel of the FSB?

He witnessed a dialogue in the subway. A man aged 45-50 years. A woman aged 40-45 came in and stood in front of a man. He stopped and said

A man, you will sit, because a woman stands in front of you.

-Woman, take a few stops back, there are plenty of free places. That’s what I did because I don’t want to go in a full car standing after work.

He is a selfish man who thinks only of himself.

Yes, I thought about myself and walked a few stops back. I do not consider myself selfish. You think only of yourself at the moment. By the idea in equal terms, but you do not consider yourself to be selfish. But there is a difference between us – I “drawed” a place for myself, without depriving anyone of it. You want to take away my place to sit alone. Who of us is selfish?

Well, there is also a ham!

“Woman, I didn’t chame you, but I calmly communicated with you. You insulted me by calling me Ham. Who are we Ham?

To which she annoyedly said forever female “Oh, all!” He went looking for another victim at the other end of the car.

I thought I was 100% right! Of course, the woman does not think so. Logically it is so!