I was in love and the doctor appointed me.
Awesome attacks of spring
Black and white pills.
and dreams

Therapy does not help
I ate a bag of coal and mill.
Healed from passion.
But it was just a puddle...)))

My husband has been "J" at work since January. All weekends have been removed, from the word "completely", half a day of Sunday can not be counted as a weekend. Added hours to the working day voluntarily and forcibly. They promised "it’s only until the end of March... maybe..."
I called him today from work, with tears in my voice, asking him to pick him up. He said he would be good, kind and kind. He will go to bed without caprices, eat cabbage and go to the village to cut wood.

Excel – Pain

The pain is young professionals.
Any reports are of two types:
1st Data for yourself (sector, department, etc.)
2nd Data for the boss.

The first serves the workflow, including the creation of the second. They need to draw conclusions.
The latter already contains conclusions.
The first is the instrument, the second is the result.
If it cannot be printed or displayed on the projector, why a report to the boss? Your boss needs the outcome of your work. A specific vision. This is rarely 4D data.

In the second heroes, the mausoleum should not be produced by faces, but by Ilyichs!

From the cinema:
>... our answer to Hollywood.

We have an endless answer to Hollywood. Hollywood did not ask questions, and we constantly impose our answers on him. And that looks pretty strange. The silent Hollywood turned his ass at us. We are always screaming in that ass.

Loy Yver: I have willpower-treated arachnophobia. I’m not afraid of spiders now, but they still cause a sense of fear in me. If I did not go, I would try to catch a spider and drive it out of the apartment.

Whc: With things?

Loy Yver: Yes! Let him wrap his web and rain!

I briefly summarize:

Coughing by covering your mouth. Cheat as well. By the way, the destroyers of legends have long been proving that the most effective (safe for others) to cough is not the palm, but the flexion of the elbow, although the option of the cloth is out of competition.
- Put the wheelchair in public transportation with the words "Please let", and not "Paddy nits, ugly people, the queen will walk". React to this with the phrase "Do you help?", and not "Here are the minors".
People who sit in transport sit not because they are uneducated, but because they want to drive sitting. Tired, not sleeping, the leg hurts, the back hurts, little or nothing. If you think you need a seat, ask to give it up.
- To try to make you good to say "Thank you", if you don't need to, thank you anyway. "Thank you, I have to drive two stops" sounds much better than "Well and naked you, shit, stand up, hinting that I am an old ruin, it is time for the cemetery?".
- Teach the phrases: "Let me go", "Please", "Thank you", "If you are not difficult", "Be kind", "Sorry, this is I careless", "Nothing terrible", "Thank you". You are not difficult, and the interlocutor is pleasant.
Not to blame yourself.

Thanks for attention.

Why are they all complaining? In the spring the snow must melt. But in order to break up, he must first fall out.

The Ministry of Education has already decided to reduce the summer holidays for schoolchildren to one month. But if the petition written by the student properly and without errors, will be sent to the e-mail address before 25.05.2016 can cancel the decision. We need to collect 100,000 petitions.
Send me a soap address.

Give a man a gun and he can rob a bank.
Give a man a bank and he can rob everyone.

Why in the Russian language "the body" - an unanimated substantive, and "the dead" and "the deceased" - an animated? All because the corpse can no longer hurt anyone, and the dead and the dead are more active, they stand along the road with hair.

Ryu aka the horse. We have a colleague. She has a husband, her husband has a car, but is decorated for my wife (my colleague). She received a fine, on the website of the hybrid. There is a photo of the car. In the cars a husband and some grandmother (146% not a wife), around the background of the neighboring city. Carroce man climbed nicely.

The xxx:
I want heavy shoes.
I want them for a month, I want to die.
Imagine me in these shoes.
With a red mask.
The world would be ideal.

and ZZZ:
The world would know about it.

In 1971, these are the words and should be limited to:

A 24-year-old fool who gave birth to a child without even learning to a master at her faculty, never travelling, not especially trying to build a career.
I am writing to you, with regret realizing that all of the above was not understood by my own mother, a girl with a birth injury that harassed me all my life, a homeless woman.

And not to spread the propaganda of the rabbit and the rabbit. Jurodiev, including those who have a very good birth injury, we love and regret, but they are not in a hurry to follow their example.

cannot be criticized. The boat breaks. The food tickens.

In Stavropol, a man is judged for what he wrote in the Contact "God is not".
Shame on those who are believers.

But you’ll prove that this is my account, and that’s what I wrote.

Imagine, How much should I care about the security of my computer and Wifi to avoid a situation in which I can be jailed for 8 characters sent from my IP address?

In a city where there is a factory and special forces and a military unit are required, to go and get no one's unwanted crust of a psychiatrist, and then cry about the debt that you can't find a job - it's five!

XXX is
-Chet yesterday tried to apply for a gun to do through the state services could not.

YYYY
And now what?

XXX is
Did you use this resource?

YYYY
- yes, I check the taxes there, the fines, the application for a gun did not file, I do not file, and I am not going to file) neither for myself nor for a friend)))

HHH
Fuck... I bite.

YYYY
Well, I guessed what you’re talking about.)

I have had a lot of bread in my life. Thank God, I have to eat as well.

Daddy is the first man in my life I have congratulated since February 23. In general, at the age of three I did not understand what a holiday and why to congratulate my dad, but, like all kindergartens, I glued a plastic gun, which doesn’t look like a gun at all, but at the time I didn’t know such bad words yet, and I cut out a tank with a star from barley colored paper. All this nasty plastic-paper installation was stunned by Daddy, and Daddy was very irritated and delighted. By the way, my dad, as I recently learned, has a box that contains our sister apps and other New Year cards, in which I sincerely wished the 28-year-old dad health and asked not to die of old age, because I love him so much.
Dad loved me too. And all amused. As I could, so I am amused. When I was 4 years old, and my mother was lying in the nursery with my younger sister, I stayed with my dad for a week. He had clear instructions on taking care of a four-year-old girl. My mother wrote them on six pages with a small handwriting, and my dad lost the Talmud. So this week I learned to wake up by whispering and shouting, “Rot, get up! The gas team is for everyone!"To dress up in 45 seconds, to tie the ropes, to march around the apartment, to sew your socks and sing loudly and tragically with your dad the song about "Horses know how to swim too." In the evening, instead of my stories about the crab, my dad read me with the expression of Gogol’s Viya. Because I’m an adult, and for whom do I have that cloak? I need to read the classics. When my mother returned from the nursing home and saw a gray child in crumbs, but in deadly tied to three knots, I did not see Daddy for two days. That is, as if he was in the apartment somewhere, but he did not leave the room, because at every noise, my mother whispered, in order not to wake the baby, yelled: Don't get in my eyes, I will kill you!
A year later, he miraculously recovered from death. Mother asked him to drill a hole in the wall in the kitchen to hang a towel hook there. Dad broke up. But the wall was plaster, not even a wall, but a partition between the kitchen and the toilet, and the hole therefore turned out to be quite decent. Suddenly straight. Mom called Daddy with his hand, Daddy was upset and said that he would squeeze the cement at work and make this hole, what are you doing? My mother replied, cutting the chicken. You are a handjob, that’s all.
I was sitting in the bathroom and thinking about eternity. The hole in the wall didn’t bother me at all. Until my dad thought of taking a chicken leg, terrible, yellow and clawed, and pushing it into the hole. And he didn’t put the tendon behind, so that the leg began to move with dreadful fingers. And I didn’t say, “Who’s going to catch Leda’s ass now?”
My mom beat my dad with a chicken, and cried out that he should now call the trade union and ask for an urgent trip to the sanatorium on dirt, broken arms and legs to cure. And then I was afraid of chickens for ten years. And the toilets. So I don’t know why all the other grandmothers go to the toilet two by two, and I go with my girlfriends, because I am afraid that a yellow hand will catch my ass there.
Someone might think that my dad didn’t like my mom. But it is not so. I remember well the New Year 1985, when my mom’s friends came to visit us, and after twelve we fell out in the crowd. We had three saunas, three men, three of their wives, and one of my five-year-olds. The men compared their bits and the thickness of their wives, and realized that they were all in roughly the same conditions: and my lean dad, who has a thin mother and a thin daughter in his sandwiches, and a healthy butcher uncle Volodya with a hundred-pound wife of aunt Galey, and even uncle Zhenya, whose wife aunt Nina was a gymnast and weighed only 38 kg, but the uncle Zheny's hand was in a plaster. It was he who fell out of the straw the day before the tree was dressed. At the father’s cry: start, attention, march! Three white horses crashed into the halo, and the father led confidently. Just because the sandwiches turned over at the turn, my mom and I fell into a swarm, and my dad didn’t notice it. But, running through his gallop by the company of drunken accountants, he struck one, the most carnivorous. Aunt fell into Daddy's sandwiches, and pleased to drive in them half a kilometer, until Daddy turned around to show the fact to his backward rivals. A thick aunt of sixty years of age laughed happily at her dad from the saucers, and the dad shouted like a wounded bison. Because the aunt was scared, and also the wife and thin daughter were lost somewhere. He loved them! Despite the fact that his wife beat him with a chicken, and his daughter gave on February 23 plastic papers. My dad never lost me anywhere. And even when he was walking with me, and he had a beer bar on the way, he took me with him, and taught him that “Not telling my mom about what I brought you to the beer bar, and lying are two different things, Lida. You shouldn’t lie to anyone, but you should also be silent about the beverage. I’ll buy you a cheetah for that.” You know, I would have lied, but I didn’t have to. A year later, the whole family was on a bus, and as I passed by a familiar pineapple, I shouted to the whole bus: Daddy, do you remember how we went here with you?
The mother put the baby on the side and played with the muscles. The whole bus looked at Dad. The father turned red and said, “Daughter, you’re wrong. This is a disgusting beer! Could I bring my daughter there?
could! I shouted too and laughed happily. You are old and forgot. We have been there many times. You drank beer, and I bought a Chebureque so I didn’t tell my mom anything.
Because of the lack of chicken, Mom tried to knock Daddy with his bag, but Daddy turned and jumped out three stops earlier.
The entire bus applauded.
Why am I telling you all this now? Yes, because for me, February 23 was never associated with the armed forces, the army, the defense of the homeland, and so on. This was the day when I would like to congratulate my dad. Give him guns smiling on the phimosis genitalia, ask him not to die from old age at 28, go with him to the pebble for a cheetah, and forgive him Viya and a chicken foot. Therefore, all the men who now have their daughters – know: this is your holiday. Regardless of whether you serve or not. For your children, it is Father’s Day.
On Father’s Day, guys! Celebration of you.
I immediately drank.