Only romance remained in the outsiders, since since the days of Pushkin's "Onegin" nothing new was invented in it. They will not invent. Pure romance is something that is not new.

You are burning, my dear. The world has changed, the social roles, the rights and responsibilities of men and women have changed, the whole way of life... and the girl in love with you is still forcibly married to another, like Tatiana? Real romance, not pink soppes in sugar, very much depends on the way of life, on social being and consciousness. Another thing is that it is very difficult to write such a real and corresponding to the described era. Especially when the "romantic line" is chopped anywhere instead of a roast of petriflakes on a dish with a meat cut.

Shmarakov: I think of the "Vinnie Pooh" era of the early Myocene. Vinny-Puch will be a dinosaur there, and Pentachok will be an entelodont. The sova will be giant and running, the type of ornimegaloniks. The rabbit will be one of the small notongulates. The Tiger, obviously, will be a sable tooth, and Christopher Robin will be eaten before the plot begins.

What do you do?
I work at work.
The worker?
The tautologist.

But really, what to do if people have been close to each other for a long time and you do not run away, but the figure is now not changed (disease) and the potency is also not ordered?

What should I do if I got into a dpt and lost a leg? Have you had burns on half the body? Are you old (a)
Simple potency and everything else - for normal people, first, it is far from the first place in life, and secondly, the appearance of the partner is not strongly bound.

Go with the guys somehow on a terrible quest with the actress - a girl from "Call". We are brave and nice, we smoke, well, we thought so. We were given one and a half lamps on six, in the total darkness somehow found a way out of one room into another through the closet, there was a small hole. We begin to climb, here the closet will shake, whisper, voiceless. In the light of the lamp, we saw this girl sitting on the closet, crawling and starting to grab us for the heads. We removed it, we removed it, we thought so. Everything broke into the closet, they crashed, and our friend, 130 kilograms, stuck in his ass and neither there nor here. Oret is exhausted, she said, she has already bitten his leg and goes to his ass. We pull him with the whole company, he doesn’t slip through. Here the ghost starts to roast, yelling, “Fuck Winnie Pooh!” - come down from the closet and let us pull out from the back of our bite and bustling comrade. By joint efforts, we and the ghost pulled out a slightly possessed friend. Then he went on a diet.

AndXor: China closed exhibition where Africans were compared to animals
Is the animal protection society closed?

In fact, it is now such an age and time that it is easier to have a dog or cat than new friends or a new woman.

- The Russian Post offers to tax cheap foreign goods, and then everyone will immediately break to buy more expensive.

- Let's tax a small herr, because the metro does not get in the ass. Is it the same problem? He immediately enters.

My colleague, M, is not different in accuracy and care, problems with teeth and God knows what else, fragrances correspond. I sit at the table and I’m closer to him.
In a chat with another colleague (sits next behind me):
C: Listen, could you come and touch M—it’s warm?
I am :????? to
C: Well, judging by the smell, he died that week, and came to work purely by habit.

I came for lunch to take my daughter (3 years) from the kindergarten. Group on a walk. The teacher asked to steal the leaves on the site, and in bags to collect. Okay it is easy. My daughter started to help me, and then said so enthusiastically:

“Now I’ll call on Artem to help, he’s strong, he’s Haaalk! (Rich is so)



He fled to the end of the area. He comes in a couple of minutes alone and continues to help clean. I ask, where is Hulk?

He wasn’t a Hulk, he pretended.

I live in Cracovia. November and the event in 5th.

A friend at work is a proud personnel officer, or rather he called himself a leading HR specialist, but let’s go to the case.

This proud specialist decided to come up with a small test for candidates and commissioned a friend to create tasks in MS Word and tables and formulas in Excel.



He created tasks on editing the text, changing the font there, changing retractions, fields and similar facilities. And in the Excel table to create the simplest formula with the addition / deduction and the final sum.



In the end, the staff missed this task, too difficult. Neither he nor the director of the company could decide.

I am riding at home. We went to the classroom today after the development with Katya. After class, I went to the store, my bag and folder with Katina’s developing bababas were moved into the cell.
They came out of the store, went into the bakery, came out of the bakery, went home.
Arriving at the corner of the house, I grasp that I have only a bag in my hands.
I try to remember where we left the folder - in the store or in the store. Katya is called to run forward and ask in the lark. I suspected something epic, but since the child was five years old and seemingly already socially adapted, I decided to see what would come out of it.
I watched...
I go into the camp, Katya and the saleswoman stand opposite each other, both of whispering:
Katya: "Where is the folder?'
Seller: " I don’t know, I didn’t enter your file here!!and "

Parents who persistently want to give birth to a sick child

There are such. Analysis shows that he still inherited and will live no longer than 16 years, with a bunch of skin transplants and constant pain, as if he was burned alive - "no, we will not abort, we love him and so on." I understand, there are no analyses and the damage works, okay. But having the result in your hands, your own masha, sadistic self-loving creatures who love no fucking him in fact, but just love to tear down their mascha instincts.
Okay, hand like a wing, well down. Bad, but if this is the only chance under old age, maybe they will develop more or less, and surgical reconstruction will be done. But do they leave those who are born only for torment and death—well, you are sick evil creatures?

Are you there vampire in the middle of daytime lethargy to fuck gathered? Of course it is safer...

So it happened that next to me is the HR of our company. A young girl, arranged to us a month ago, sports, and we communicate seemingly normal. But recently resigned from the company, Sys admin and accountant.



It is her job to find new employees as soon as possible.

She immediately took up the business, 100,500 calls a day, invited to interviews, in general, the work boiled. I thought that at such a pace we would soon find a replacement for both the admin and the accountant.



And here it is, the first interview, vacancy sis admin. I looked at the resume of the guy, as if there was everything. Experience with the right software is an excellent candidate. Just talk to him.



And interviews with us go in two stages, the first - with the candidate speaks our HR, as if a check on sociality, adequacy and English, and the second stage - is the head of the right department in the company with several responsible persons talk to the candidate on profile skills.



In the case of Sis admin, in the second interview the candidate had to talk to two bearded technicians and to me as to PM.



This is a week, a second, a third. None of the candidates passed the first interview. We cannot understand what the problem is.

So I ask HR, what’s wrong with the candidates?

What she answers me.

"This was a bit of a bitch, but this one came in a lost jacket. As if he could not dress properly. But this was generally fat, fo how you can't keep an eye on yourself. And this one came half an hour earlier, it’s probably strange.” And thus we passed by 12 people on the admin's seat and 25 on the accountant.(The accountant came mostly girls, but there was even cooler flight selection, but she came in terrible shoes and without a bag, well, no bag!!)



After this conversation, the girl was fired. And two days later we found our own forces and the sys admin and the accountant.



The point is that at first, I couldn’t find a job for a long time because of the girls of HRs who crack you because they didn’t like you.

Eugene cannot give up.
Exam for good sex
I forgot the candles.
The commission lies and waits.

Experimentally, it was established that the cat carries from a condensate.
By old age, under 20, the cat began to suffer from constipation. I remembered the shrinkage – it helped the hurricane.
My dad and I have been drinking coffee with cat laxative since then.

I’m not afraid of someone who has read a thousand different books.

Are you afraid of someone who has read one book a thousand times? Well, Fige knows what the maniac has in mind...

xxx: Cold then you cover up when you see in the alerts messages such as "Red Hand, Black Frog and Tomb On Wheels signed on you".