When reading news about attacks on women, at least most people always see a man as the attacker. Have you heard a lot of stories where a woman was the assailant? I never heard of it, but I experienced it on my own skin.

It’s been almost a year, and I’m still afraid of the passers on the street. It was a winter morning, I was quietly going to work (I was doing rehearsals with the children). A woman came out of the road with me. I quietly headed to the house of the girl I was working with, talking on the phone. This woman went after me, well few others in the same direction as me. And here she holds me by the hand. A strange conversation begins between us.

J: With whom are you talking? Just try to say that you saw me, I will kill you hate.

I am a woman, who are you? I do not know you.

Q: Are you stupid? Tell him that you saw me.

“Woman, what did you smoke?”

And I get my fist in the skull. I was so upset that I started crying. She, of course, was not confused and started to hit me in the head, I only had to cover my head with my hands. A grandmother passed by. I started screaming, something like: Ah, you hate such things, the slugs are fighting here! My attacker immediately found what to say: Yes, grandmother, it seems the girl attacked me, her teeth raised me (showing her smile in the form of a fence). And under the screams of the grandmother, she washes in an unknown direction. I scream, my neck hurts, my grandmother hurts on me. At home, the child with whom I was going to work, I was calmed and sent home. For some reason I was so ashamed of myself that I was in this situation. It’s been a year and I’m still afraid of people on the street. Be careful, women are animals too.

I am changing the right to elect the president to the right to get rid of him somehow.

The trainer.
I have a maid. Our good grandmother. She lives almost 100 km away from us in a former military town... That is not a bad and a good story... ;)
But someday she became quite bored and she decided to press our conscience... the saying “you don’t come at all”, “I am bored”, “I am lazy sometimes even to get out of bed” and all that... “I would at least have a dog or a cat”...
Well... we have the most beautiful curbobik (Courillian bobtail), with a stunning brick colour... and she wanted something like that...
We, of course, with some calculation decided that a friendly cat-friend-courbobik would not hinder us and for the New Year gave my grandmother such a cat...
My cat is almost 3 months. All so kind and positive. Grandma is pleased. She read “the whole internet” and stated that “courbobics are dogs and are easily trained.” And before that, she “raised two cats who were taught to walk on their own needs exclusively to the toilet”... And she started training!
The cat after going down to the bowl - was squeezed in the bowl, the bowl was squeezed into the toilet, then the cat was squeezed there and everything was washed off with a light press of the bowl button...
After a while, my grandmother calls me with all her emotions. The cat was trained. Now she, when she goes down to the bowl, jumps onto the toilet bowl and presses the wash button... All... hit not for anything... But the problem is that the toilet is unfortunately not made in Europe and her cat’s weight is not enough to normally press the wash and the valve moves... Now the water in the toilet lies until the grandmother covers it...
I tried to stick the button with false means. It does not help. The cat fanatically breaks everything and presses the button.
The problem is that my grandmother has a water meter to save money. With that savings it is not all right now.
I don’t know how she’ll get her back...
Be careful with the cockroaches, set them the right goals.

A man bought his wife several identical pants of the same color.
They are exactly the same! Why did you buy them? People will think I don’t change underwear!
What kind of people?