Lovely athlete of 1948.

I am an adult uncle of 34 years of age, and I, as you advise, do not have to run on the ice to avoid falling. And you, judging by rhetoric, at least twice as much. Or you are working in the field. Why did I make this conclusion? Because only these categories of people forget about the existence of the elderly and just people with musculoskeletal problems. I will not further develop the thought - if you already understood, I understood. And if not yet, then even after a detailed chewing you will not understand, and still start to argue.

About Catherine the second and the word "ischo". I go to the archives, including reading the documents of this time. I could not even write that word! Moreover, people began to write only in the first half of the 19th century, and before that, they wrote "ischo", and this was not considered a mistake! At least go through the books of the second half of the 18th century, there also sometimes printed.

Food recently ordered near Teremka (fast food), suitable for a family couple of thirty. An employee at the box office, addressing the young man, asks, "Sugar, what do you want to order?" The man does not pay attention to the cashier. The worker repeats, “The crash?” The young man, squeezing a little, said, “Is this you for me?Then he turns to his wife and says, "Look, you see how they speak here - "Sugar," and you only call me a fool!“”

Taken from the forum, section "Proposals" of one of the browser games. I have long proposed the introduction of a system of counting penalties for each case of maternity and disrespect. Call it something like a single-matte ball. Abbreviated by E-Ball Everyone who mates for every case of mate, or every person for every case of disrespect of the interlocutor will receive an "e-point". Getting a couple of times on the "e-ball" - sit in jail. Also for a very large accumulation of points, a ban is provided. For the e-ball.

Five years ago I met a boy. It was like a childhood, without hands. And in the course of some difficult logistical decisions left to sleep with him, and he left somewhere in the morning and had to go back, but I woke up earlier. I woke up, made my best face of a Russian woman (I’m dropping hot lead and I’m not happy) and went into the kitchen. And here I smoked a cigarette, opened the first eye, and there Mom and Grandma are sitting. Those are you know so proletarian that it seems that the revolution was done with these very hands with the pearl manicure. They look at each other and say:

– Mitchell, look at what a shuster brought the fool home, and we didn’t notice. And what are you standing for? Go, the boy is gone.

Well, at that moment I decided that the situation could not be corrected and I said:

The boy left, but the honorary did not leave. Who will pay?

I remember the story that happened a year ago. Driving in the subway, looked at a cute person, white hair, beautiful face, all so fragile of himself, well, a straight angel. And to my surprise, she also noticed me - we looked back and smiled. I think this is it. Sha how I will approach and that thread I will tell, but this girl approaches me herself and stretches out a paper with numbers) phone



In the general evening as I called I was offered a loan under 10.5 percent of the annual interest rate.

Fuck you burn!
From the car-sracha technically moved to discussing trips and backpacks, and then to growing cucumbers in the country.
Fearlessly!

The former classmate is a heart-hearted, deeply religious lady. In parallel with the main work of the accountant, she was engaged in the arrangement of the homeless animal in families (+preparations, +treatment and sterilization of all and all at her own expense). And street houses were dragged and taken from all sorts of shelters. I don't know how her "hobby" was tolerated by her neighbors, but her boyfriend was clearly not delighted with the ever-changing morder of cats and dogs. How clearly? A demonstrable case. One day I sit at their guests, drink tea, look at the open window and ask, “I understand that the second floor is not dangerous... But you are not afraid that someone in your room will jump out the window?”
The boy of classmates, melancholy: "If it were. I have a suspicion that they are just jumping at us..."

Regarding the garden, I can say two things:

The grandmother in the garden does not crack because if she does not do it, the garden will suddenly bury with a bury, but because if she does not do it, she will feel like a deceiver, which this every opposite can blame. And so she is the most tormented here, and she can argue with everybody. And that the apples are wormy and the cucumbers bitter - so the straight hands no spice will replace.

Cucumbers are grown to the size of a buckwheat, and apples are not injected with normal slices because of why a banana today needs to be eaten rotten and unflavored, and a normal whole put off until tomorrow, when it will also become rotten and unflavored. Unfortunately, in the trend of the older generation of dacha as an element of the cult of heroic harassment with the aim of total blaming their neighbors.

You do not understand
xxx: Animal cells almost instantly die after brain death. Plant cells live long enough: there would be water and light, and nutrients are accumulated there. When you take the cucumbers off the bed, they are alive. When you cut it, it is alive. When you chew him, he is alive. You are tormenting a poor plant. Comrade of Vegan. Now can you sleep peacefully knowing how you torment a living creature?

This is the essence of veganism. The fact is not that meat-eaters torture animals, but that they eat dead food (meat), and vegans are living (plants) and believe that it is more beneficial.
I don’t know how much the living food is better than the dead, but the fact that a normal person can’t do without meat is a fact.

I don't grow vegetables, I don't drive a car, I don't clean my house, and I don't cook for the same reason - it's a monotonous, boring, endless work, the process of which does not bring me happiness. Only the result matters to me. Therefore, vegetables are grown by collective farmers, taxi drivers move my body around the city, cook and clean a housewife. I am not wasting my resources on it. On the way to the office, I read or conduct telephone conversations, coming to a clean apartment with pleasure dining with not-handed vegetables. And I am fine.
If you like: driving a car, growing tomatoes and all in the same spirit, then go ahead! No need for propaganda. I'm not telling every corner how terrible and reckless to wear ready-made clothes, you have to sew everything with your own hands, including underwear and coat. The comfort! The Savings! The lion! I just like the sewing process. You like to drive a car or cake oven. Let us go peacefully.

Believe in the gods, do your favorite hobbies, buy and use cars, love each other regardless of gender and prejudice - but please don't have to wave this like a flag!

A police officer comes to the store and sees a check-up.
Do you have an audit again? The biggest store, right?
The seller to him:
I’m not saying you have a check-up every week.

We live with a girl (d) in a studio apartment class "conur". Later, I get up early to work - I go to bed while the girl is cooking soup. I’m sleeping badly, periodically clinging to the phone. The girl notices this:
Q: Why are you not sleeping? You go to work early.
Why do you make noise in the bedroom and don’t turn off the lights?
What fucking thing did you sleep in the kitchen?

I have a familiar couple of vegans: my husband doesn't eat meat at all, and my wife only eats meat in guests)))

Friends live in a house near the city cemetery.
Once they were invited by their acquaintances to the other end of the city to a bathroom in a private house. A fairly large company gathered. In the meantime, they asked for help on the farm, to spray wood and so on. In short, the Saturday visit extended to deep darkness. The men, as usual, drank well and decided to pick up wood and stay overnight. The women gathered in the houses. I called a taxi...
Picture with oil: a taxi driver arrives. The night. Shadow, though in the eye, a deaf outskirts, a private house. Near the road stands a healthy man, cutting the seedling in his shoulders, squeezed, with a gasoline strap overweight: "You will bring my wife to the cemetery. Just look at it, no nonsense. I remembered the number, I will check out!"
To pay tribute, the nervous system of the taxi driver was strong - the passenger waited, did not leave immediately.

Oh these news that our people are so frightened by the swine flu...
I was in the subway in the usual tide at the peak hour. Here after another station suffered, even chewing like, some scented spirits. It was squeezed from all sides, so no breathing! Well I sneezed: the people noticeably disbanded)) Before the job arrived so that I even had to hold onto the helmets))

Future ISS crew thrown into snowy taiga to teach survival

Much harder would be to throw them all day in the district clinic.

I stood in line at the pharmacy. Behind my back a young couple (the boys apparently meet for a long time) whispered bitterly about their problems.

I remembered the phrase of a guy who became a wing for me:

We have sex like an Oscar ceremony. Once a year. And I am DiCaprio"

When the grass-cutting machine broke, my girlfriend hinted to me that I should repair it. But why then I always had matters more important, then to repair the socket, then in the car to hide... Always something more important is for me.



Finally, she found a clever way to pressure me and psychologically make me repair the grass-cutting machine.



When I came home one day, I saw that she was sitting in the grass and cutting her with manicure scissors.



Seeing this, I immediately entered the house and returned a minute later. I held a toothbrush in my hand. I gave her a toothbrush and said, “Once you’re done with the lawn, you can put it in the yard.”



The doctors told me I could walk, but I would crush on one leg.