Dear women! The correct question is not "Why is my husband so dumb?", but "Why is this dumb my husband?"

Neie: About Clones and Teachers. When we were preparing to hand over the counter-writing, we heard very interesting words. The boy from the class, a philosopher by nature, began to argue hard with our literature and disagree with the author's point of view on the non-essential topic. Driven to rage by the angry man who turned away from the herd, the teacher said sharply: “You must write not as you think, but RIGHT!” How was it said in the instructions? Do you have to express your own opinion? You should get the opinion of the author and the verifier. Such things.

Amateurs of cooking:

I like to cook deliciously and a lot. But I can't eat it myself: you quickly fill up with homemade cakes and other delicacies. I would find someone. For me to buy the ingredients, I would come and cook and go. Maybe a massager. A girl, 22 years.

Get married to me!

Review of air humidifier on one of the sites:

Benefits: A little moisturizing

Disadvantages: Lack of moisture

Cheap vacation in North Korea.
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At one time I had a friend who was quite self-assured with good money and a beautiful car. So, on dates with the girls, he came dressed in simple worn jeans and the same shirt. 90% of girls seeing such a hopeless man at the first meeting made it clear that it was their first and last date. However, it should be noted that in appearance he is very good. So, after that, he approached his beautiful car, turned sweetly smiled, sat down and left under the stunned look of an uncomfortable girl. So do not forget about the importance of the inner world and the rest of the purge!!!! to
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You forgot to mention that he is smart and with a good IQ at least. No matter what kind of beautiful man he is, even in a car, even in a tank, even in a personal plane, if he is dumb in vain - thank you, not.

If a husband sends his wife to the sea, he wants to renew his horns.

The store "Galanteria" is small, located in an old residential house on the first floor. It seemed that the God-forgotten store had long been eaten by mega-markets and other shark trade, no! Give a good revenue. From nearby houses, the housewives were pulled here for shampoos in powder, young people for inexpensive cosmetics, women - to buy t-shirts for themselves and their children, grandmothers - to babble their grandchildren with a toy. Such a family shop.
Saleswoman Hope, a curly, short-cut girl, walked around the store with a phone, from where an eastern melody persistently sounded, calling for a conversation.
The head of Petrovna with a predatory eye touched the girl, saying, only dare to trample at work, shame!
The store was empty, but not for long. Here are the first laurels, husband and wife, tenants from the third floor. They are under eighty, but who would believe it? Strong, smooth and fun. In winter and summer, the couple go for a walk every morning. In the hands are convenient sticks, on the ski smash, behind the back of the backpack (there is drinking water in the strawberry) and forward, in the wool, which is not far away. The Scandinavian walk is called.
These sticks, by the way, are expensive. The elderly spent a couple of months saving money, even the tenants were allowed into one of the rooms, they lived not long and left. The grandfather said that no more apartment owners wanted, said, very embarrassing this case.
But now they have sticks and backpacks. Old lady, former teacher, careful, thin, in curls. The sellers love her. They force hair paint to buy and even run in the lunch break to paint Anna Pavlovna, who is very pleased when the gray curls acquire the color of a yellow dwarf. Her grandfather Anna Pavlovna shaves herself, not the face, but the baldness. To be careful and sexually... tired. It is in the eighth decade!
The vendors picked up their hats, sports costumes, cheap, comfortable. The old people from two pensions in payment of debt paid. They don’t have any extra money, what a teacher’s pension is, everyone knows. But the old man has an asshole, this is a fact. Ten years ago, the old mansion was sold, and the money was hidden – for a funeral, they say.
This morning, the husband and wife argued, coming to the shelf with home shoes. Anna Pavlovna persuaded her wife:
The grey shoes don’t matter to you, Andrew. The color of the rat, and even without the ass.
Why my ass? Am I going to walk in those shoes?
“Sorry, dear, but your pants are black, and they are not grey.
But there are no others here! My husband was upset.
What are we talking about, Andrey Ivanovich? Hope rushed to them, smiling to a lovely couple.
I would have nice shoes...
- Example these, - got from the box imported, Bordeaux colors.
– Oh! Amused by Anna Pavlovna. This is my favorite color! My husband has a tie one-on-one. I have a Bordeaux dress. Take it, Andrew
And they are, God, dear ones. Do we bet? Andrei was doubtful.
My wife looked at the price. Full of! Take the cheque out!
Nadya broke the check, took the money. And did not resist:
- Anna Pavlovna, apologize, do you buy home clothes under a tie? Is it accepted by you? The girl was sincerely confused.
What are you, baby! In our closet, Andrew's shoes were hidden, new, untouched. The neighbors left the puppy for a day. We came from a morning walk, and the scarf of the shoe grabbed. What to do now? Here we get out of the situation, we buy towels.
Instead of shoes? he cried.
Baby, it’s not barefoot to lie in the grave, right? An angry man.
In what tomb? The seller was confused.
The old men looked at each other. They smiled. In the crystal! And went away.
The shop owner, a young woman, looked after them with envy.
Hope captured her gaze. What was that, Petrovna?
It was the song.
You joke, right?
I am jealous. They are neither afraid of poverty nor of death while they are there. They live in love. There was no greater happiness, Petrovna breathed hard. Go to work, girl.
Nadusa walked to the bench, shrugged her shoulders... but what?
Two months later the old man died. He was buried by his wife and a small collective of the Galanthea store. The owner of the store, a former musician, was a responsive person: he helped with the funeral, and standing in front of the tomb of the deceased, he played a sad song on the saxophone. Everyone was crying, hugging the widow. She stood quiet, thoughtful, with dry eyes. After the cemetery came to Anna Pavlovna to remember Andrey Ivanovich. They sat. To say goodbye to her mother, she said:
Girls, here is my “added.” When I leave, take the last route. There is money for funeral needs. Take care, my dear ones.
He speaks quietly, affectionately, his eyes are still alive.
- She is not a tenant, - thoughtfully said Petrovna, leaving Anna Pavlovna's apartment, - from six months, maybe, and will last.
The co-workers were silent.
Anna Pavlovna was gone in a week. She lay down on the couch and quietly went to sleep.
In the package with the clothes intended for the last trip, there was a board dress with a silver brochure and women's boots in the color of Bordeaux.
On a heavenly date to her husband Anushka went in his favorite dress, which he gave her forty years ago. It cost a lot of money, the quality was great. She would have more shoes, but she only had enough money for shoes. The Bordeaux. My husband left the same way.
He waited for his Anushka, because she was in a hurry, in a hurry.
And the deeds! Someone with life desperately says goodbye and dies with longing, and someone is looking forward to heavenly date.
As if in his youth, jumping out of the window into the garden, runs barefoot to his beloved.
They say that you cannot live without love.
Can you love without life?
I do not know.
Until...

You cannot underestimate the capabilities of stupid people gathered in large groups.

X: You guys are fine. I wanted to get rid of it – I went.
You guys, you guys are fine. wanted sex - went, let me meet a guy
X: 1 to 1))
I’ve seen that in the grave 😉

>>>And my first thought when I see a poorly dressed guy on a disproportionately expensive car would be "taken in credit, hardly paying out".

I have been working in the car repair business for twenty years, about poorly dressed people on expensive cars I can write a script for the series. The most epic was the Gypsies with gold weighers on their wrists (to call their bracelets the tongue does not turn) and a gold castet on his hand, dressed as if he had just left the workplace begging in the underground transit and grabbed all these metal products.

There is a man in the rubble and on a pathos car.
Too many body movements to filter out unnecessary individuals

I write on a dating site that I work as a babysitter in a kindergarten.
Strawberries are removed immediately before the first date.
and :)
PS can still be presented as a sanitary in the municipal hospital

Not the author of the original quote, but yes, I want obsessive female attention. I just dream.
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and marry! And you will have a mother-in-law, maybe your wife’s grandmother! They will obsessively enter all your affairs, regardless of your wishes. And if you still live with them...
Try it and your wishes will be fulfilled!

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I bought mayonnaise "Fish",
The packaging says: "Contents eggs of happy chickens!"
The first trouble in Russia is even greater.

Guys who think that girls only need money from them - may take nothing more from you, right? The same goes for girls who think that all men need "only one" from them.

There was such a girl in Germany. She sought a job, went to the stock exchange, and when she was offered to be a prostitute in the bordell, she proudly refused. I lost my unemployment allowance. All is according to the law. Do you also want?
and...
Before she jokes about losing her unemployment allowance, she would read what it all really ended up like, instead of making up, ah.

Every time someone mentions his technical education, I think of a child boasting a chocolate medal.

kOmar: I told her - not to arrange the victories. She said that it was not a class, but a crowd of fools!
kOmar: Now he is sitting out, crawling and crawling at the same time. And he quotes, of course.
kOmar: What I liked most was the question "What is the Girl on the Ball".
kOmar: The first fool immediately said that this was a picture in a scattered folder.
kOmar: And the second, hearing that this was the wrong answer, asked to clarify, on the ball or on the ball.

Let the past remain in the past. Dima, why do you have yesterday’s bakup?! to

But not because I would have regretted the “lost richer” at this point, but because of the inconsistency of his external financial insolvency and the cost of his machine. I would be surprised if it was natural.
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And I have the first thought when seeing a badly dressed guy on an disproportionately expensive car would be "taken in loan, hardly paying."