Today watched a flirt-dating on the beach already quite not young people. Like in an American film of the 80s.

You know, with such teenage, ambiguous phrases.

There is a woman around 40 somewhere near me. 20 minutes later, a man approached her with his stomach pulled by force.

Hello girl, can I take a picture of you? You are the decoration of this beach. The man said, holding his stomach.

The woman looked at him with interest.

Wouldn’t you drop the horizon? A ha-ha-ha (unnatural laughter always paints the inconvenience of the situation)

I do not promise! I can... fall!

and ha ha ha.

and ha ha ha. The important thing is not to hurry. ... ha ha.

You are funny. and ha ha ha.

How did you say your name? I did not hear.

How clever you are. I did not name my name.

Let me guess. The Afrodite?

and ha ha ha. No is. and Oksana.

And I am Mika. Very pleasant. Going to swim?

And yes no. I cannot swim.

and Oksana. Let us go. I’m sure you won’t drown.

Oksana became serious at the moment.

Do I not drown? Why not drown? I am in yours. ...... Is it shit?

The woman silently stood up and left.

The man swallowed. Thirty other people who followed the dialogue were stunned.

P. S is

That’s it, the drama!

One of my friends has two sisters - twins - 8 years younger. After their birth, the father left, lived and slept with his mother in a 2-bedroom apartment in the center. At the age of eight, he became both a brother and a father. They lived in a one-bedroom apartment, a friend lived on an insulated lodge all this time. A year ago, his father and grandmother were drunk to death from a whirlwind. The apartment was inherited by my aunt and was repaired. Half a year later, she handed away the keys and documents from a friend’s mother’s apartment – “This is your alimony from my brother for 10 years.”

XXX: It’s shit when you’re both a handjob and a perfectionist. The result that you get is not pleasing to you, and the result that you would get is not successful.

yyy: All my life described (

In the house where I lived most of my life, a lonely old lady died 40 years ago. Relatives were far away and traveled for a long time - in general, the apartment was opened, and at first all the funerals were carried out by neighbors-knowns.

It is noteworthy that the apartment was a warehouse of all kinds of barracks of different degrees of antiquity and antiquity. At the same time, she was very suitable for life. The old lady slept on a iron bed with a grid that was so hollow and hollow that a bunch of all kinds of sloppy clothes were just stuffed under the mattress so that you could somehow lie down.

This is witness observation.

Then some relatives arrived. After the funeral, they began to scratch the apartment in order to somehow adapt it to life. There was no talk about repairs yet - there was so much barrel that it was necessary to start at least somehow. Even before the fact that (per at the daytime) all the neighbors involved and others offered to catch whoever liked, well within the limits.

My grandmother (according to my father’s instructions) took a small drill. I remember her.

And what was of the least value was quickly carried out for washing.

And here comes the matter of carpets. They remove the carpet from the wall - and there is the inscription on the wallpaper: "Gold in the mattress."

I know where the mattress was at the time.

Or rather, where he was no longer.

yyy: A good idea for family trolling, even if there is no gold. ;D