XXX: We have a bed at the bed. My wife and the child went for a couple of weeks to host my father-in-law, and when I returned, I was arranged a fucking scandal because of the fact that there was a lack of a pretext. And I, fucking, just decided to remember my childhood and make a captain! They said, “Are you fucking fucking? You’re 30 years old, what kind of captains are you, what kind of fools are you?” No, well, I had to run to the pharmacy and buy a whole package when I have everything at home?
That is, he did not give any reason for suspicion, and did not do anything wrong, and Gandon still remained.
YYY: At least we don’t do it.
Zzzz: What only one did
As a child, I dreamed of becoming a hero of work. But when I grew up, I learned that I needed to work for it. Children’s dreams are broken.
I am a change manager. The owner’s wife is an artist. A beautiful lady, smart, talented, but flattering. After drinking, she begins to paint portraits, and somehow she gets to get a character. That is, you look at the picture and understand what this person has in mind, what he lives, what he fears and so on. Before I read about this in books, considered the author's imagination, but believe me, I saw it in reality. A week ago the boss was not there, and his wife is not entering the territory. The machine was broken, itself blue, sat in the corner of the shop, put a bottle of vodka in his feet and began, periodically crawling, silently drawing portraits of workers in a regular notebook with the simplest ball pen. I, of course, lighted that the work continued, like nothing happened and everything as it should be. He called the boss, he came, took her home and, according to rumors, then coded. And the notepad I picked up, there were about 20 sketches, and... I finally understood who spit the Bulgarian.
My child is soon in 1st class. I saw the map of the world in the store, first rushed to buy, and then thought - in 4 months on the map can change a lot.
I will buy it in August.
My daughter is studying in an online school. I met a new boy at school today. The dialogue between the teacher and the boy.
Q: What is your name?
M is seed.
Q: Semen, what class are you in?
M in 1 year.
Q: What is your favorite subject?
Hmmm... a whiplash!