My sister and I often visited my mother, usually separately - my sister lived nearby, and I looked after work. My mom had two identical cups, both of which we preferred to drink tea. One day my pregnant sister saw that I drank from the same cup and burst into a long monologue, the whole essence of which was that I could infect her with something. Then she marked her bowl with a piece of blue insulator on her chest and in a strict voice ordered for nothing, under no circumstances, to use the fluid from her bricked dishes. Later, my mother told me that her sister sometimes glued the insulator because she was lazy to wash her cup.

Sorry, stupid, but where did this big explosion come from?



YYY: Imagine you go into the elevator, and there smells of urine and a yellow spot on the floor – you and your neighbors will surely agree that someone was drowning in the elevator. But who did it, why, what he thought, you will hardly know.



The same fig with a big blast - a yellow spot and smell is there, and where it came from - no one knows.



And most importantly - it may be that the yellow spot from the oil, and the smell of nasopharynx (or any other quite possible option).



zzz: For the first time, I see a big explosion compared to a dirt in an elevator))

In 2004, I was a student. I had a computer at the time, but sometimes it didn’t turn on itself or hanged to death in the process of work. But worked.



She picked up a course on the computer, printed it and went to the institute to take over. I liked it all, but I needed to change something in the introduction, I don't remember what exactly. I go home. I pressed the button and... nothing. They eat something biosophical. At that time, they were sending signals of a malfunction like. I pressed the turn on button again. Already in a slight panic, because the predecessor will not wait long until I fix everything and come to the institute. And in other days it will be difficult to catch it - in the institute several bodies in different parts of the city. So here. Press the food button, it doesn’t turn on. And so several times. In despair I understand that everything... the computer broke, I will not fix anything, you need to look for someone who has a computer, ask him to pick up the page I want. Panic... I slide from the chair to the system block, tears drop from my eyes. I lay the system on the cold side and say in a loud voice, “My dear, good, turn on. I have 5 minutes.” And a miracle happened. When the next button is pressed, it is turned on. I printed the text, I printed it. Then in my head came the thought of doing something else. But the computer honestly at the last breath fulfilled the arrangement and breathed.



P.S I took the course that day. The computer was repaired. As I said, the food block died.

After the dembel, I came back into my beloved’s arms. She lived in a neighboring town with mine. Her parents knew that their daughter had a caregiver, but they looked after their pigeon not very carefully. They often drove to the country, leaving the daughter alone, and I used this gap in parental control armor very effectively, putting her integrity at risk. She was not against. Our relations were almost platonic in nature, but with the prospect of raising the demographic level of the country. Everything was serious. But I didn’t rush to meet my parents, I knew it wasn’t time yet.

The devil accelerated the process.

Returning from the other end of the city, my king and I fell under a heavy rain and washed out. When I came home to her, I dropped my wet clothes and went to the bathroom, and at that moment the bell was heard.

The mother's heart, to see, felt awkward, and the parents returned two days earlier than planned. My lady panicked, and stuck me as it is, in some only cowards, in the closet, and hiding things. It was very uncomfortable in the closet. Something whispered, whispered, ticked his nose. I do not advise anyone to hide in the closet. Better under the bed.

In general, I, as a real soldier, courageously endured the turmoil and the burdens of humble affairs. Twenty minutes passed. The parents began to question the daughter. My mother was looking for something to find. He enters the room.

“Anya, why do you have such a mess in your bed and the same mess in your closet?

He opens the door. He sees me in shorts.

I say :

Hi to you.

My mother says:

The cape...

He closes the closet.

At first, the people wanted to spend more time at home and to get time for the series - the coronavirus happened.



Then the people wanted the coronavirus with its limitations to be finally forgotten - the WHO happened.



I would not advise you to “wish it all ended sooner.”

I was kidnapped by the Gypsies at the age of seven. Going from school, a woman approached, asked to show the road to the store, the way through the courtyards went, well, I went without a glance of conscience. After a few meters the car stopped and the woman said it was her friends and sooner it would be, I sat in the car and realized that something was wrong only when we drove as many streets past the store. I asked to let go, very persistently, and open the door, but the man who sat next to me grabbed me and shrugged my mouth. In general, I was thrown into a basement, and in the morning the woman took me through the courtyard to the station and told me to sit near the peron and ask for money from everyone in a row, and that whoever does not "work", he does not eat, she sat next to me. I was in such a stress that I sat for a couple of hours so, and as I recovered that was even ripped through the crowd, and then from the station where the eyes look, and I was lucky, I stumbled on a colleague nearby, he took me to my father and I told them everything with tears. My father and the men then searched for this swallow at the station all night but found no one. In general... Teach children not to trust anyone on the street, for me it could have ended badly. Many times the dream dreamed where I flee from it, but over time it ceased... Now I feel I can see it again...

Xxx: Two weeks ago I turned 49. And today I had a firstborn with a height of 56 cm and a weight of 4500!!! The best gift in life!



Yyy: I congratulate you. According to the statistics on the life expectancy of men, your son is 85% likely to celebrate his 18 years without a father.



Zzz: You have the gift of congratulating people.

She did not serve in the army, she was not a feminist.

C is very unusual. The call:
Are you repairing reinforcers? I have an old Soviet, named Kumir,
Yes we repair.
You don’t change the details, do you?
Such a flashback from my youth, when I was squeezed for the first two or three years and didn’t know what to answer. Then came up and today after a long break (these idiots disappeared for some reason) used again:
Are you a thief?
... and so on.? to
People usually judge by themselves. That is, if in your temporary disposal comes a thing from which you can get something out / replace, the essence of stealing, you will not slow to do it?
He replied something in the sense of “How dare you say that!” He replied, “Well, do you dare than I am better?” And with your reinforcer, we cannot help, sorry, goodbye.”

Two people talk:

I am a ticker, a practical psychologist, a teta-hiller and a saxess coach.

I am also a thief and a thief.

It is better to spend time in bed with a nurse's idiot than on the table of a clever surgeon.

A crowd gathered to celebrate the New Year. A few hours before 12 am I get sick, I lose consciousness. I woke up in the hospital, and next to it was only a girl from that company and... no one else. Friends, the girl, as it turned out later, nobody wanted to interrupt the fun and drive with my body. In addition to this very girl, who then brought me things, and cooked meals all week, and came to the dispatch. It seemed sad, and as if he got rid of human garbage in his life. And I found love. Because I didn’t want to let this girl go after that, so we still live.

A true Peter's intellectual will never say that you are an ordinary bastard.

He will say, “You are not submerged, O human being!“”