This happened in the distant 1992. We got an apartment and decided to put a cage. by Sami. The husband said that to keep the tiles better, it should be done on the walls. I took a tourist hammer and enthusiastically started the business.I could help him with advice and would soon be sent far away, and more specifically to the kitchen to cook lechoes. In general, the work boiled: my husband crushes the walls, I cut the vegetables and here the bell in the door.I after the onion, all in tears, I open the door, and on the threshold my girlfriend-Lubasha.Looked at me and asked what happened?And I told her, say, we divorce, said that first the whole house will be cut off, and then she will leave. Love ran into the toilet, and there, as I said, my husband rubbed the wall with a toporik.With a scream: "Jura, it's wrong," Lubasha hanged on my husband. And the one in misunderstandings, as he says wrongly, does not teach, says, a man and tries to push Lubash away.And Lubash, for the sake of that meter with a hat in height, hangs on him like a clover and screams that it is not possible to do so. The husband is psychotic and grumbling in response, that it will not work out otherwise, that he has a little bit left and you can go to the bathroom... And I think that if I did not laugh, she would have taken the rope from him.

When I worked on the practice at Volma, we had such a novel.

From somewhere he got a camouflage hydrolase suit and slipped through the shallow waters. The bird photographed.

Once he went to the nest of swamp moons, but in the shallow water he got confused in the net.

It is worth noting that instead of his head he had a white swallow with a camera.

He sits quietly on the bottom, cutting the net with a knife. He hears a rush. It turns.

The man on the boat so quietly crawls to him with a glimpse forward.

Roma, in general, weighs a kilogram by 120. But with a thin, subterranean voice he says:

Don’t take the swallow.

The man looked side by side. I saw nothing.

He begins to swim further.

Roma again with a loud voice:

Don’t dare to touch a swallow. The man crossed. He gave me “Veso”.

The camera and Rome flooded.

From the depths of the lakes rises Roma weighing 120 kg. All in algae and in its camouflage form.

The man jumps out of the boat and runs on the shallow water.

A genius feels the truth even when he does not understand it.

A recent story about girls in the universities. This is from the site Techtales. History of 20 years ago. Translation from English.

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History is long.

It was 10 minutes after closing. I was about to leave the computer store, where I worked as a part-time seller/tech support from November 15th (now December 20th, 1997). What can you do for money for unnecessary Christmas presents?

The phone ringed. I should have left anyway, but I answered.

Hi, my name is ______, the store is now closed, but if you want to leave together...

I think it’s % closed. I bought this *@#%^! The printer, and it does not work, and I need to immediately print *@#%^!It is an important document!

(It’s definitely in a bad mood, so it’s all *@#%^!$ I cut it off.

What’s wrong with your printer?

He does not print! This is not the case!

Are all wires connected?

c) Yes Yes Yes Yes

Is the printer on?

CL is included!

I guess you followed all the instructions in the instructions, right?

The instructions? I’m not an idiot, I don’t need instructions to connect the printer. In general, what am I talking to you? I want to talk to technical support.

I am a tech support!

Nothing like that!

I am a tech support!

You are a woman!

I, and the woman too.

CL) I want to talk to someone who understands computers.

I understand computers. (I’ve been working with computers and on computers for a long time, not to mention that I’m a software developer outside the store.)

Get off the phone and let me talk to a man.

I should hang the phone.

I) Sir, the store is closed, and there is no other technical support here.

Q. You are a woman.

The conversation clearly went into a deadlock, shoes shake, I want to go home. I turned around and saw Brian (name changed). The cleaner!

I guess you sir! I can call you a man.

I called Brian and persuaded him to help me with this chauvinist.

Hello Sir, my name is Brian, how can I help?

Please note that the chauvinist has stopped.

CL) My printer is not working, Brian.

I) Ask him if he installed the driver attached to the printer.

Have you installed the driver attached to the printer?

There were no drivers attached to the printer.

No drivers were attached to the printer.

I am hmm.

Brian is hmm.

Ask him what type of printer.

What type of printer, sir?

CL I don’t know. And I wonder what model, I want this thing to work (a desperate voice).

Brian) He doesn’t know, he wants the printer to work.

I) Ask his name and the name of the seller who helped him choose the printer.

Sir, what is your name?

CL) Bob Smith (name changed)

and Bob Smith.

I) Okay (I enter the name, check with the database and check what he last bought).

Sir, do you remember the name of the seller who helped you with your purchase?

No sellers helped me. I knew what I needed, and I paid for it in the box. I do not trust the sellers.

No one helped him. He chose the printer.

I am wonderful!

Brian has noticed!

I) Brian, tell him we can’t help him with anything today (I’m looking at the database).

Sir, we can’t help you today. Can I advise you to come in tomorrow?

CL Why?

Brian why?

I) Because its purchase is not a printer... it is a fax. It needs to be connected to the phone. Not to the computer.

Sir Brian...

Near the office building on the doorstep two candidates for vacancy are nervously smoking. One to another:
Did not take?
“I didn’t take... Wow, the pathinoid, the damned vathnik!” Normally, it all went so, and then he asks – and how do I feel about the annexation of Crimea? I honestly said that this is all Putin’s punishment and that Russia will still pay for it. And right away - all, goodbye, you don't fit us. It is normal, yes?! to
– No, wait, you’re confusing something... This shit is a liberal rotten! He asked me about the Crimea... I immediately answered clearly that the Crimea is ours and we need to go to all those who are only whispering about the integrity of our territory!! And yes, I said goodbye, what kind of shit?

At this time, a very satisfied third applicant comes out of the building. The first two to him:
Did not take?
A normal man is like this...
You asked about Crimea?! to
I asked...
Well, what did you say?! to
I said I don’t talk about politics at work.