January 1st, 5 a.m. Everyone is asleep, I sit and answer the mail... And suddenly comes a message from anekdot.ru and I remember what I wanted to tell you a long time ago...
Almost everyone does not like mints, almost everyone has unpleasant stories associated with them, but after all, there are good ones! And now I want to share some good stories about menta. Not the New Year, no. Not funny, neither is. Just good ones. And yes, I am not lying, only the story has accumulated.
(All names are left true, for who does it matter?)

History No. 1
Oleg was a fan of fermentation, especially in good company. But Oleg did not have the money for a taxi at the time, but there was a student bus, on which you could always get home, Oleg lived well near the trolleybus stop.
On that day, coming to the stop, Oleg did not think of looking at the clock, and it was about two o'clock at night. Waiting for the trolleybus, he fell asleep, and was awakened by a rough pink and a question:
Do you have documents?
The documents of Oleg were in full order (student, reader, passport), so the following question followed:
Why do you sleep at the stop?
I am waiting for the trolleybus.
At three o’clock at night?
Oh yeah...
Do you live where?
The street is like that, the house is like that.
Go down!
Oleg entered the "mental berry" in full confidence that he would get out of there without money (which, in fact, was not), it is unknown where, give god to be with the kidneys, and therefore was very surprised when they unloaded it near their own entrance and then said, "Go home and don't sleep at the stops."
Hey guys, thank you...
Home of Wales!
And they left.

History No. 2
Oleg and his family were going abroad on holiday, and for this needed a visa, a passport and other joys. After buying a burning tour, he suddenly realized that to obtain a visa he needed a valid state passport, but forgot to paste the photo at 25 years old.
Arriving at the passport table, he found out that the adhesion of the photo takes about two weeks, and he can not affect the speed of the process: maybe a week, maybe two, as fortunate.
Then he asked at a city forum, “Who can help with the 25 year picture in passport?” Two hours later, an unknown man wrote to him: "Call at this number, come to me, they will help you." There were no other options, so Oleg called and agreed to meet.
An invisible car came to the meeting from which an invisible man came out and asked, "Do you need a photo in your passport?" Oleg said, “Yes,” the man said, “Give me a passport!” and left. A little later, Oleg realized that right now he could be issued a loan, so he began to consult with all his acquaintances, what to do, the nerves, how to live on, and there the call: "Come, take your passport!“”
Oleg came and took his passport with a fresh photo. The question is, “How much do I owe you?” The man whispered and left, finally saying, "Next time do everything on time."
Oleg did not want to stay in debt and wrote to the same virtue from the forum: "Listen, it went so, I did not take money. “Let me give you 10 backs, and you give it to him?” In response, he received the following: "Sir, you talked to the ROVD chief. He knows your own 10 backs where they didn’t fit. He just wanted to help, so the usual thanks will be enough.”

History No. 3
Kostiya went up the Kirov Avenue. It was July, it was hot, the rise was tough, and at home there was a polio grandfather and a younger brother, both unfed. Suddenly near Kosti stopped the Mentiovsky "Bobic":
Is it him?
It seems he...
Sitting in the car! Where do you live?
She named the address and they went. In the courtyard of Kostyn's house he was pulled out of the car and asked again:
Where do you live?
In this house, the second entrance, apartment 62.
Go to!
What is the case, actually?
- An hour ago you robbed a man at the bottom of the prospectus, the description is the same, so we don't have to hang a sling on our ears here, we're going to do a search!
Walking around the courtyard, Kostya noticed his younger brother, who had long been home.
Rosemary, were you at home?
No to...
Well, let’s go fast!
Romka grumbled after the menta and his older brother. On the way, Kostia hanged the younger opleuchy with the words, "Why did you not go to lunch?“Who let you walk?“Did you do the lessons?” The atmosphere was burning, the mints slowly understood that they did not, Kostia gradually entered his native element.
Through this procession they entered the entrance and then into the elevator.
Press it fucking! I pulled the bone.
“I don’t know which floor...” one of the mentions blasted.
The bone was confused. I am not you, at all. I pressed the button myself.
At home, a non-fed grandfather met them all and quite clearly told him what he thinks about mints, their suspicions, methods, and the like. Monkeys rushed to retreat.

History No. 4
From the seventh grade, Zhenka and I had a kind of symbiosis: one of us read a work and wrote a work on it, the other wrote. But he did not just write, but he wrote cleverly, so that none of the teachers could suspect anything.
This time it was Zhenkin's turn and he read another Russian-language shit and wrote a piece on it, and I needed to write it off. We agreed to meet in the same courtyard as usual, at seven in the evening.
At mid-seventh it rained, and at seven it turned into a rainstorm. It was at this time that I came into the courtyard and hid myself in the entrance, where I was found by a Mentov patrol of three people:
What are we waiting for, who are we waiting for?
The other.
What about friend?
I must bring...
A bag of cannabis?
No-e-e, composition on Russian literature.
A few minutes explained the reason for the meeting, as if it came. We stood and smoked in the entrance. I see the woman jumping on the pitch! I was rushing, but one of the ments said, “Stand up!“And went out in the rain.
Stand to stand! He is already a female.
Woman is frozen.
Where do we run?! to
There, I have to meet with...
Did you bring the Tetrad?
Should I meet with... O-O-O?
Did you bring literature?? to
and yes!

Until it all...