It does not leave the thought that this whole circus with torrents and other fucking laws is just a cunning plan for voluntary-forced registration in the public services of connectors like me...

<avot> I wanted to get a goat
<avot> and got a goat
<avot> everything is like a squeeze
<avot> I am a wicked magician!

ZZZ > from the morning on the radio: deputies proposed to introduce a 2% tax (from working citizens) "on the maintenance of parents"
XXX> Whose parents are they?

The lawmakers actually want a respected MP not to be spoofed on Twitter. They used to having a TV before, and they worked in a one-sided order, did not see the viewers spit in the monitor. And on the Internet there is a possibility to “plunge” into a member. They do not like it.

The focuses of big politics: make a live stucco a fried fact.

How Foreign Fecalies Worked
In a southern Russian port, the company "X" was engaged in the recycling of waste from human organisms. The overseas. It pumped out the feces accumulated during long flights from foreign ships on the rail and used them in accordance with the concluded contract at local treatment facilities.
This highly demanded service allowed the X company not to flourish at all, but not to hurt at all. Every good thing, as you know, ends someday.
One day, a representative of the customs came to the Iks and stated that since they took feces from foreigners and imported to us, it was the most "grey" import. You have to pay the import duty, otherwise it will be offensive to the state. So, bring, say, the documents in order, and for the time being your fucking car is sealed.
The lawyers of the XS gathered the council and came to the conclusion that they have two options to solve the unexpected problem. Or put on the foot of the customs and thus condemn yourself to a permanent tribute afterwards. Go to court and win the case. In three months, or even in six months. And what bottles all this time to live and fulfill previously signed contracts on the service of foreign ships?
Lawyers are shaken. I went to the Customs Department for a gift. They drove the tank to the customs warehouse, hinting that tomorrow "will solve the issues."
And they resolved!
The next day, the customs officers received an official letter by which the company “X” notified them that... it was giving up its cargo in favor of the state.
It is said that a cistern with imported stools has been standing for a week in the customs warehouse of one of the ports of our blessed south. Customs are nervous: through the store "Confiscat" you do not realize the production. And you can’t throw it away – it’s a state burden now! And how to explain to the power, where did her party such a "golden" form?
The company X installed a new tank on its boat and continues to operate.

Officials of the Rosselkhoznadzor, who flew to New Zealand to check milk, win in the nomination "The most elegant vacation for the state account".

On the syllable:

kg: Tele-dumb, youtuber is good. Looking for a small cartoon "ball in guests at the tuzik". I found. True, it turned out to be "Bobic in guests at barbos"...

An anti-freezing reagent based on waste sugar production will be used in the winter in the Minsk courts:
Oh, I understood - so this winter my shoes will be sugar, not salt!
yyy: Verno, came home, removed, licked and put in the closet.

Man older than woman
This is a classic relationship. At different times, the permissible age for marriage was different, but it always started at 30 years. The man stood on his feet, gained a profession, gained experience, was determined in his goals and desires and could maintain a family. Until the 20th century, it was quite common for a fifty-year-old woman to marry a young girl, and this did not cause any doubts either in the girl or in society.

And I would be scared if I was married to a "fifty-year-old woman", it was a strange society, very strange)))

From the website baby.ru

For Pushkin and Gryboedov is offensive.
The first is a historian, a political scientist, a governor. The second is a great diplomat. And they know them by writing, which the second has one book, and the first has a bunch of poems, which he wrote for the sake of giving.

Today the boss, defending our programmer, said:

Don’t offend anyone, Misha isn’t always wrong.

XXX is
Did you request a certificate?

YYYY
Waiting for the head.

YYYY
and Secretary

YYYY
They are sitting in the dining room with a few other employees. They eat cakes and listen to Stas Mikhailov on the radio. A terrible spectacle.

Bosses are bosses :)

Read the rules of internal regulations.
He insulted
"I don’t want to be an employer, I want to be the head of the institution"

XXX: Somebody is constantly peeling in the pissuar at work!

Simulation of the first second of 1% brain activity took 40 minutes on a cluster of 82,944 processors
The comments:
What came to your mind in a second?
and bl...

4pda, an app that counts how high you have thrown your phone.
The first comment:
"I jumped your proga..., goats("

xxx: On the question of a colleague "what is 'orchata'?" answered "little orcs"... They still look at me with concern :(

He went here to photograph people during the pain strike. According to the plan, they had to scratch one of the hills (there was also a benchmark - a large solitary tree), then move towards the forest.
xxxh: they, like, for fascists were :) there everyone in some country and period of time is specialized. They are at a full parade: shimmer there, shape, helmets.
They walk in a chain, talk quietly. The road to the hill, nothing is visible in front, but according to the plan near "enemies" should not be, so they do not fight.
As they approached the tree, it turned out that there was a family picnic. Family in three generations: the oldest yet the second world strike.
The grandfather, as we noticed, took the tail from the grandson. We stood with the tail until we passed.
I think it’s hard for him to understand such games.

I spent the weekend with my daughter-in-law (5 years old).
We watched "Carousel", the 1st cartoon about the cheburashka began, the child learned and rejoiced: oh, about the turtle, okay, this question was found out.
Further, the scene as a crap comes to Gene and asks to take him home.
I ask my niece:
Would you take?
Of course he doesn’t catch!