From the discussion on the technical forum:
However, some gadgets and internet services have been able to seriously change the world around us.
With the iPhone, the grass has become greener.
zzz: And with the output of Instagramm, it is also purple, milky, and sometimes even in a speck.

So I want to rock over the wolf, and I am 17, what to do

You steal your passport from the rodocks, you break your pig pig, you go to the train station for a ticket. Then you think.
When parents get caught up, you respond to the call and say you have decided to leave them because you are, for example, gay. And you are going to France, for example, to register your marriage. They panic for a long time, then they say they love you as you are, and then you just say, “Let’s go, I just went to a music festival, I’ll come back then.” They will breathe with relief, I’m sure.

Bodylev Andrey: So what do you think about the vacation?
Artem Che: I think I will go to a wonderful country in autumn
Artem Che: under the name of Hipotecland
Artem Che: And something tells me that I would like it so much
Artem Che: I will be driving there for many more years in a row

Now what, is it 2013?
[3:07:44] Picked
I’m going to sleep :)

XXX: Where did he go?
YYY: Yes, I’m on the Internet
YYY: I am lying
Yes, I understand :D

There are major changes in our office.
What did you take?
- Today monitored the history of search queries, so here, our buch searched for the "Criminal Code of the Russian Federation", "organic poisons", "how to hide the body" and "the climate of Magadan";

The tribe finished first class. I came back from the last call, just on the threshold, took off my jacket and threw it on the floor with a joyful cry: “I have finished your school!”and "
Here comes a really uncomfortable moment...

xxx: From the news "As by the assistant deputy. Chairman of the Committee on Constitutional Legislation Jalalutdin Kurbanov, the State Duma of the Russian Federation refused to introduce a visa regime with the countries of Central Asia.
Bees against honey, bleat

A surprising event happened to me today.
I quickly paid the receipt at Sberbank at a convenient time. You won’t believe me or say that I used the machine, but no, it was a live cashier, I saw it as clearly as I now see the keyboard. But everything in order.
I went to the office 25 minutes before the end of the day. I immediately noticed that someone was working. I got an electronic ticket and sat and waited for the couch. The only window was occupied. But here, 25 minutes before the end of the shift, another window opened and my number was called there. The woman quickly hand-picked the data from the receipt, and the translation fee was so low that I not only had enough money, but also left 20 rubles!!! to
Yes, you see with your own eyes how the quality of the service rises, and Russia rises from its knees.

From the discussion of the cartoon "will be a gentle rain":
x: in childhood was cast a lot of bricks when viewing this cartoon
y: Soviet cartoons have always been a reliable supplier of bricks.

The thoughts were confused...
I sat at Mommy’s house. And then I lost the phone, well let me think I will call from home and find it. I call, find, activate the display and voila, see me mom called. Please call me again, I’ll know if I wanted to. I call back and the housekeeper calls. In one ear I listen to the mobile phone and wait for the mother to answer, and to the other I am stationary and I say "allow me", 2 minutes of waiting for what....

My brother shows pictures from Egypt:
If the female dies, the male will soon die, and if the male dies, the female will find another.
Mother on this:
Of course! He dies because he cannot find anything.

Last week, I gave an account for the predecessor by the name Pitkin. Link somehow.

The commentator:
Here is this:
It was not in the Soviet machines "with gas" and "without gas".
It was "with syrup" and "without syrup".

The enterprise still stands such a crash - without a coin receiver, but with three buttons: "Gased", "cooled" (without gas, yes!) and... "A portion of salt". The last button really never worked, the hell knows what it has to give out there on the designers’ ideas...

And - yes, there were no such on the streets, on the streets were with syrup, but 3 cops, or without syrup, but 1 cops.

You just don’t have the "hot shop", apparently. In castings, for example, the third button always worked. And when the machines died, portions of salt were placed on them for a long time. The fact is that when a person sweats, together with salts are released. And it is from desalination, not from thirst, that people die in the heat. They gave salt to workers according to Soviet norms.

The worst loss in life is a loss of pulse.

“If you want to hide a fallen leaf, hide it in the forest.”

The latest spy scandal with the pearls, the compass and the atlas of Moscow, made you remember the history of childhood. The pioneering childhood. Remember the children's rest camps, through which parents could rest from their children for at least a month? I went there one day during the summer vacation.
An important detail: the leaders, most often, were students of universities - for them and work, and practice, at the same time and rest in nature.
So, these students came up with us, the Balbes, a fascinating game, similar to the "cossacks-robbers". Each of the four units had to write a "secret letter" in the evening indicating where the headquarters and the flag of the unit were located. This letter must be hidden on the territory of the camp and drawn a scheme on another sheet of paper, where all this pirate shit will be depicted, typically: "From the back right corner of the dining room to the lake 15 steps, then 2 elbows to the left..." Well, you understood.
While we, the small-aged sturgeons, made a flag of colorful cowards and sweaters, argued about the location of the headquarters, the hiding of a secret letter, Andreika approached us (no one ever called him Andrei. Andryukha, Andron, Andryukha and Andryukhan He was small compared to us: 8-10 years old. And so this Andrei called to hide the letter. He said the glory of the squad would not be ashamed. Believed and sent. Later it turned out that he was not ashamed.
On the day "X", the chiefs, with the clocks in their hands, sent from the start of the "slashers" from each squad, having a map in their hands. The raiders were given a fork in 5 minutes. They had to be caught, pick up a map, find on the captured map the place where a secret letter was hidden. The squad that hides its flag and headquarters for the longest would be considered the winner. Now such a toy would be called a quest.
was carried. Our sturgeon was caught in the forest quickly (not had time to disguise himself in the bush of the siren). The card was seized from him, passed by it to the specified site and...
The stool was full. There was nothing on this site. Absolutely by. Just a lookout at the camp. To hide something there was stupid. Within an hour, all the units who managed to find the enemy flags reached this field. Unfortunately, no one could find Andrewkin’s note.
After an hour and a half, our chief psychanules (flies, mosquitoes chew, the sun bakes). One begins to squeeze the whole grass, the other presses Andrew and asks, “Are you sure the map is here?”
Andryha, smashing tears on her cheeks, said, “No more. Now out there.” The leaders have another stupor: is it like “there”? Ask: Did you stick to a butterfly or a goose paper? Or on the hole that has broken up?
Andryukhin replied, "You yourself put the note with the card, therefore it is elsewhere." The note, in principle, begins to be sought by all the commanders, as well as the members of the units.
Imagine half a hundred people on a piece of land of 2x2 meters, and next to it is a crying child, who is confident that he did nothing wrong, but only helped his team.
PS Andrei hid our map of the simplest. He turned a notebook leaf into a tight little tube, broke down a little below the middle of the puddle and wrapped this leaf as down as a puddle, and covered it with the top.
The flower is left, and the secret is inside.

The wife is jealous of a husband looking for a secretary:
Don’t consider hiring a young and sexy woman. Hire a married woman, in the years, better with excess weight - so that even in the thoughts she does not excite you!
No problem my dear. Can you start on Monday?

Statement on the sale of the car:
My Grandpa’s car. Grandpa on the go, car on the go. My grandfather, my grandfather too. The condition of the salon is perfect, original and authentic. Auto radio, like the grandfather with the car, came from the USSR. It catches everything, absolutely everything, even the interference from the ignition coil. The engine works clearly, precisely and rigorously. I don’t eat oil at all, I don’t like it. The suspension is soft, like the pearl on which the Princess of the fairy tale of herself slept on a peanut. The Soviet stands. Strangely, the USSR collapsed, and the suspension, like the deed and body of Lenin's grandfather, is still alive. No smoking in the cabin, no sleeping in the luggage. You will easily see the wreaths on the body, but you can see it well, and its owner does not see much, and thank God, he has not yet seen the Kamaz booster in the cabin. The reason for the sale is that we don’t want my grandfather’s first car to be his last.

Castration leads to disorders in the cat's body. But sterilization of the cat does not lead to violations in her body.

Well, yes, also say that abortion for a woman is a rude thing, but the prejudice of dressing a man is a fucking thing.

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