Discussing an online store job announcement: A candidate is required to understand the basics of discrete mathematics, mathematical analysis, differential computation and probability theory.
XX: When studying in the universe, not one smart professor could explain why and where to apply it in practice.
YYY: Strange professors This is applied in practice and for a lot of money, which I actually do.
ZZZ: Is it a rehearsal?

The urticaria is still burning, although it is already drying.
XHHH: performed natural testing work here
HHH: Although maybe it was me a bite in the bushes.
Don’t mutate into a bug, please!
I'll think I'll be crazy.
Not because I am afraid to mutate, but because I like to feel like a naturalist.
Do you mutate scientists?

You have taken your junior, middle and senior. You weren’t here five years ago.

Where are you descending? In the light? Who tells you about this site?

I have a new habit here - if I read the text and see an unfamiliar word, I look into the dictionary. Now I’m reading Moscow-Coffee, and I’ve learned more about syphilis than I would like.
XHH: and just dampened "hard and soft chancre".
Previously, when I read this book, I did not know the meaning of these words, and in context, the words seemed to me filled with a romantic meaning.
Conclusion: Knowledge multiplies sorrow

My 5 cups on:
> I thought about it. And what did the knights do when they suddenly chested their back?

As a person engaged in historical reconstruction of the period of the XIII-XIV centuries, I have experience of wearing armor and fighting in them. When you stand in the army and look at the enemy regime that has been damaged by the alabards, the suddenly chested back appears to be the least problem at the moment. In other words, you don’t even pay attention to such little things.

At the same time he went to the store for melted cheese and ran for vodka.

The Atomic Cat

Basil had his right ear and cheek broken and it seemed like he was smiling all the time. But Vasily never smiled because he was a harsh naval cat, and his scars were caught in battles with rats. To remove the accusations of catophobia, I dedicate a separate story to Vasily.

Vasily lived on a heavy nuclear submarine cruiser of strategic purpose TC-13 and was there at full satisfaction. Even someone, in a joke, inscribed it with a pencil in the TCR (typical ship schedule). Basil's service on the cruiser was to catch rats.

The rats did not travel on the submarines that went to the sea, but it was worth the boat to stand at the shore for years - and here they are: here as here. And the TC-13 at that time was not in the sea of two years probably, or three, and, therefore, the rats already loved it and settled in two prades: one in the missile compartments, the other in the residential. You may ask, of course, how the rats got on board the submarine, and I will tell you, because I have seen it with my own eyes, and since then it seems to me that if the rats were the size of a dog, at least, all our relatively peaceful existence on this planet would have long since ended. The rat runs along a long square end, which hangs and whispers, and the bullet glides into the superstructure. From there, it climbs on a two-section staircase to the border hole and descends down the vertical staircase. Also, by the way, they went out for a walk, well or there to run to the store, I don't know - I didn't ask. How they learned that the ship did not go to the sea is a mystery. I have always looked at the orders of the higher instances with interest, but nowhere in the mail I have not noticed the address of "Krysinemu Kralju, zat Nerpičja, pier 3", although it was written with special ink.

We took the TC-13 for a while so that its crew would go on full-fledged vacation (two months for non-navigators), and our little one at this time was taken to the sea to break the ice, I won't say which crew. We came in a friendly camp with things on the ship, minutes to ten signed the acts and began to drink (shortly) to get acquainted with the match. I sit in the center and knock the buttons of my piano as I feel someone’s gaze on me. I turn around, there is a black-and-white monster sitting on the comings square with a broken ear and smiling at me.
You are who? I ask him.
by Meu! It says it.
I don’t know if it’s a dog, what’s your name?
"Vasily is his name," replies the commander of TC-13, coming out with us from the assault room, where they drank and recounted the cards. “Sasha (it’s already our commander), you don’t offend me here! He is worthy of rats and generally smarter than our mine!
"Smarter than a miner is not an indicator, of course, but that you, Volodya, we do not offend children, animals and miners.
“Sasha, I won’t take the ship back if anything! You know me! Give up Vasily!

Basil moves and they leave.
This is the first time I have encountered such a phenomenon as a rat on a submarine. Surprisingly clever creatures, I will report to you. They entered and stole everything they could eat. For example, I was once stolen a sausage from a bench with a iron lid. I come into the cabin, and on the floor lies a bank, which stood in a closed secretary, the lid is open and an orphan is lying. There were two!!! to
and diary! I scream to the neighbor’s cabin, go here!
The smoke rises.
Why did you, I say, steal the sauce from me?
Dima looks at the bank.
Eddy, look at me. Am I like a man who steals one sausage if he can steal two?
Logically of course.

We put rats on them everywhere, and explained to Vasily that he would not touch a snare in them. not touched. The rats were caught, but nevertheless did not be exterminated, so Vasily was scheduled with whom he is sleeping in the cabin today.

every day. I emphasize, every day, at eight o’clock in the evening, when the guard was gathering at the central post for work, Vasily came with a suffocated rat, threw it to the seat of the ship’s guard, listened to praise in his address and proudly left.
The Abby! We shouted to him first, “Take your rat!”! to

But then they realized that Vasily was an aristocrat by nature and is a rat whispered. He just killed them. Therefore, the upper watchman, coming to start at eight o’clock in the evening, always came with a bag. He got machine guns, ammunition and a rat. As he got onto the rocket deck, he waved a mouse over his head and, when the chicks flew, he threw it into the air. Then for five minutes he watched the infernal picture of the rat breaking into pieces, wiped out splashes of blood from his face and went to guard the boat. By the way, you know, it seems to me that if the northern bars throw a person in the air, they will eat him, even with buttons.

A couple of times we tried to endure Vasily but the will to walk. He looked at the universe and cried out to us:
What are you doing, fascists! Get back on board immediately!! Am I a boat cat or where?! to
We took it to the pierce and let it go:
- Basil, go there for a cat, find a cat, take a bride!
But Vasily fled with the bullet to the shirt and sat there waiting for someone to drop him down. Aristocrats, apparently, not only do not eat rats, but also do not crawl on the vertical stairs.
Then we were gathered at sea. Well, you are our heroes, cha, the command said to us, do not weak to you on this aged cruiser in the sea for a week or two, to please, so to speak, old lady, for the last time. Of course not weak. What to do with Vasily was decided at the general officer meeting. Vasily sat at the table and licked the eggs listening attentively.
What will we do with Vasa? In the sea to take it terrible, suddenly will not stand, maybe home who will take it for a while?
He is afraid to get out of the boat.
So, let’s give it back for 200 seconds.
And let us.

They took Basil to the neighboring boat and went to the sea. We return, and on the fair we are welcomed by the native crew of TC-13, markedly rested, burned (it is good to be a non-linear crew) and joyfully mashed us with feathers.
A friendly crowd falls on board before the trap is placed.
Where is Vasily? - the first thing asks the commander of the TC-13 at our.
He was given two hundred seconds, so that he could not risk.
Sasha, I have warned you! Either bring me Basil here, or we go further to the barracks to drink vodka and corrupt ourselves!! to
“Eduard, go away right? And then this coastal marasmatic will eat me all the baldness!
Why not run away? After two weeks in the sea, it looks like wood. I go to two hundred second.
To whom are you, Tatsuya? Interested in the top two hundred second.
to Grandfather Phom. Tell your coastal olives there, let them start to mess up - the sea wolf on board is rising!
Central and upper. A sailor came to you. It looks serious.
Here is that and that. I go down and on the last staircase I caaaak will get stuck in someone’s ass with his nails and caaaak let’s climb my new alpak to my chest!!! Basil is understandable. Everything is dirty, all of it is dirty.
What a wasteland!! - screams to me Vasily, looking straight in the face, - how daring to crush the city shipwreck!!! The animals!! You are animals!! to
“Let me,” I replied, glorifying him, “Vasily, but we have done our best for your good, your health, so to speak, has been preserved. The boat is the same and the people here are good, cats do not eat!! to
Get stuck on!! - continues to scream at me Vasily, - shutdown of the greenery!! to
“Well,” said the two-hundred-second duty officer, “he was sitting here for two weeks under a loophole. I did not eat much and looked up. They brought him to the ground once, he ran all the pier and then sat down on the helicopter site in the sea to watch. He was caught back on board. And the character!
I carry Vasily back behind the sinus, and there the commander is already waiting for him, anxious (one of us sleeps in the chair, and this runs down the central)
Have I brought?
“Well,” I said, “this is he!
And I stand watching the picture, like the captain of the first rank, kissing Vasily everywhere in a row and rejoicing, just like a small child.
So I’m not that I don’t like cats, but I’m used to loving specific personalities rather than megatons of photos in my tape. Basil, for example, I loved it.

She: Do you know what I want?
He said: All of it!
She: This is first...

Such gifs can create a false impression that girls also want sex, but we all know that’s not the case.
Have you scratched your finger in your ear? Who likes the finger or the ear? Of course they want sex, where more of us even, they just have a sub-union and they fuck out.
Zzzz: Pizzoprofessional... bgg... I’ll write it...

Yesterday I bought a singing charger for the phone – when you turn on, you hear a quiet, monotonous, but pleasant sound. I just wonder: is this the fitch or is it just something wrong in it?

As one of my colleagues at work said:
It took me a second to imagine that I was an interpreter C, and I understood it.

Thanks for the "Tunnel in the Sky". I read for eight hours in one breath. Thank you to the man looking for this book for discovering this writer for me!

xx: and you don't remember what he gave me for the past, something I forgot
yy: a promise to buy an iPad

xxx: I begin to enter in Google the query "how to return..", there are options: guy, girlfriend, lover, husband..Eeh, I would have your problems.. "how to return /home to the root section".

From the Wikipedia article on Japanese chess "sega"

After World War II, SCAP (the occupation government of Japan, mostly controlled by the United States), trying to eliminate feudal factors from the life of Japanese society, decided to ban the shogi (as well as the bushido) on the basis that the game used captured figures. SCAP insisted that this led to the idea of violence against prisoners.

However, Kozo Masuda, one of the strongest shogists of the time, being summoned to the SCAP headquarters for trial, criticized this view of the shogi and stated that it was not the shogi, and Western chess carried the idea of violence over prisoners, because in them figures die, while the shogi are more democratic, because in them captured figures are given a chance to participate in the game again. Masuda also said that chess is in conflict with the idea of gender equality in Western society, as the king defends himself in them, hiding behind the queen and fleeing. As a result, Masuda’s arguments resulted in the shogi being removed from the list of prohibited things.

I have a picture of death at home. It contains my names and initials and twenty-four layers of my brains. When a fool says I’m a fool, I show him that picture and say I’m normal, my mom checked me (my mom is a neurologist).
The photo was taken when I was 18. Since then I have been expelled from universe twice, taken to the army (this is important), a year later returned and at 22 I am a student again.
I recently found this picture and told my mom how I used it.
It’s not your brain.
Are they wiped?
- This is a picture of the uncle of the left, there is a pathology of the rage, this uncle has died long ago.
The name is mine. I was on the tomograph.
The brain is not yours.
How is it? I showed all my friends these brains, I said I was normal.
The photo was replaced.
And the naphira?
To not be taken into the army, fool.

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In Odessa, near one of the polling stations, police officers detained the offender in Chubakki costume. In turn, Darth Vader after the detention of a member of his team explained that Chubakka is a pet that does not have a license, and he lives in the catacombs.
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News on Hicks "Discovered comet with ethyl alcohol and sugar":

Andoryu24: Now we are going to fly!
o4kareg24: the word “alconavit” immediately played with new colors

Cheap air humidifier:
"I bought it and it broke down a day later. It looks great, I will try again."

Knights, armor and others. Contrary to all the movies, the knights did not go all day and everywhere in armor, and dressed them only before the battle (the Maximilian armor weighed exactly more than 40 kg). In ordinary life, the knight was dressed in the usual dress (in the sense of costume - the dress was then called a dress, it was then divided concepts) of that fashion. In the expedition, he could have been cut off in the backbone from the wing - which did not greatly hinder the movement.