Usually I list here some cases from the lives of friends-knowns, but this time it will be about people quite famous. This story was heard by me from one capital business coach, who himself took part in it. I thought it was funny, there was no request to be silent, so I repeat.

So, there was (and there is) one big company in Russia that has been running shoes for a long time. The title I will not tell you, I will only say that it begins on the "E" and ends on the "conic", so guess yourself. And this company had several founders, the main of which was the constant headache of the rest. At first he and his girlfriends had Chekharda, all new ones started, and changed again. Moreover, he could have separated so much with the former that the other co-owners just scratched. One even presented an apartment in Tverska, everyone understands, probably, that the money was spent on this far from small.
Then, when he got rid of his grandmothers, he started new fools - he decided to take the chief over Ally Pugacheva, with whom someone then introduced him and whose work he, as it turned out, always loved. He began to make gifts to her dear, handed flowers and other kindnesses. It burned, in one word. Nothing surprising, we all come from childhood. For those who are younger, I will explain that the current Internet scared Pugalkin and that popular favorite Alla, whose songs we sang in pioneering camps, are essentially completely different creatures.
Pugacheva, in turn, rightly reasoned that there is no badness and life is bad, this was his attention, allowing him to become his main tomato sponsor. Remember then at the beginning of the zero all showed us her “Christmas meetings”? Do you remember Kirkorov’s “Morning Mail”? And the collection of shoes from Ally Pugacheva in the Tsumah of our cities? WOW, everything from there.

The rest of the founders endured all this labia, crushing their teeth. Advertising and so on. Maybe it would have remained, but Pugachika herself had one passion at the time - she liked to go to the casino at the time, where she, like any player, was dumb in the end.
And it would be nice for her to spend a little, but the sums, unfortunately, went out considerable, in connection with which she was credited to her sponsor and normalized. That is, the money Borisovna, of course, gave and even with some small margin, but at the same time it was possible to buy somewhere in Greece another shoe factory and stamp on it products with much more profit. And this is, so to speak, the other side of the spade, it is already, as it is, just a lost profit.

At this stage, the other founders invited a consultative group with the coach from whom I heard this story. The group, under some pretext, walked in their office, studying the situation and drawing out a psychological portrait of the main shareholder. After some time, they finished their work, analyzing everything that was possible and characterizing him as an overly emotional and passionate personality. And they were advised not to override him in his current hobbies, but to interrupt them with something unusual and consequently less expensive. They themselves prepared several proposals, of which the rest of the founders chose the most, in their opinion, suitable and gave their impulsive companion a herd of Australian goats for the next day. You know, probably white ones such as the Kashmir ones. The department for him under this matter was built in the field, the literature needed was written out, and everything else that is supposed to be arranged.
Don’t believe, he got caught up. He barely spent the night in this squadron, dropped all the affairs and quickly cooled to Alla Borisovna. Of course, her funding stopped, the "Christmas meetings" slowly swelled, Philipka turned off from the "Morning Mail" and everything began to improve in the firm.

But, unfortunately, this is not the end of the story. The fact is that near the village of the one where the goat ran was, there was one abandoned half-broken churchhouse. Where, past this squad, a local popcorn was riding on his "coupé". Poppy was still a passage, and from time to time the squad stopped and talked with the master on various topics, mostly high-spiritual. And, after all, the helmet, the helmet, the helmet. Go to Orthodoxy.
And then everything as before. Soon the peak was already falling on the new brand, the church itself was restored by a hired brigade of builders, and at the next meeting of shareholders, the chief founder seriously proposed to the rest of the co-owners to start paying the church "ten".

What was there further to myself I do not know, but I think there were a lot of such fortresses in this firm.

The husband puts all the alcoholic beverages out of the home bar and carefully folds everything into a sports bag.
His wife asks him:
Cooley, have we eaten so much? We only go for two days!
The husband:
- It's not us, Lucia, we go to the country for two days... It's our son at home for two days!

From Kelatudmaa
I go with my daughters (6 and 10 years old) on the street, meet a very bearded uncle. With such a long beard.
The Diane:
Mommy, Mommy look at me! Put your finger to the side of the wart.
I see, I say. To whom is he similar? I ask, meaning Karabas Barabas or Santa Claus.

Daughters of the Choir:
The ZZ Top!

This is what proper education means.

Lentach: In Poland, the authorities refused to make Vinnie the Pooh a symbol of the playground because he has no clothes and he is a hermaphrodite. So they said.
XXX: Now I understand why Winnie Pooh lives well in the world.

A friend of mine recently got married, and a day ago he had a daughter.
She tells how she does not sleep with her wife at night, and a little complains that the child costs more money than the two of them together.

Then suddenly he asks:
Are you bored to live alone?
I bought a Playstation.
If I knew that would happen, I would have bought a Playstation too.

here here :

... a door over a baggage door in the form of a half-circle...

For the first 5 seconds, it was not possible to combine the bags with the doors and rooms.

When he took his street man, he was 3 to 4 months old, with hunger he ate sweaters and stole potato cleaning from the garbage cane. Now he grew up. On sausages runs and does not consider them at all for food. The main thing, he asks, you give him - he smells and pets. I will not eat this chemistry. He drinks water from the toilet. The blue color. With the aroma of "sea freshness" Due to the hygienic tablets dissolving in the tank. I think I might even cook this water.

by Yapa
Likeness: In childhood tormented the question... Well type under the influence "All professions are needed, all professions are important". The doctor understands, he treats people. The seller sells. The miner is digging. The cooker is cooking, etc.
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Hujack: They push off six thousand from a pensioner from Ufa.

... In general, opened after this blog Nevzorov on "snowbe". Titles of his articles:
Alexander Nevzorov: The Taste of Calm
Alexander Nevzorov: Workers of Zada
Alexander Nevzorov: Looking at the penis
Alexander Nevzorov: Going to the anus

And as a result:

Alexander Nevzorov: Poor Freud

In general, it is immediately apparent that Nevzorov has a thought and he thinks of it.

The Spam Masterpiece:
We reward you with $900,000. We need a country, name and mobile phone.

Fuck... am I one, what, in school immediately taught to pronounce th as interdental?

What are you chasing on the perforator? Somehow I could not withstand the continued second day of drilling. And obviously not the wall is broken down - there by the nature of the work is heard. Just a dumb monotonous tarahtenya in one point. I went to question. The neighbor hangs the kitchen cabinets. A striking stroke. In two days, I broke four holes. In the panel wall with a filler of granite sludge. He went and brought a perforator. Work for 15 minutes with two cigarettes. The real evil is shock drills.

Argont: The idea for the bot is to take videos from government websites (think there, all kinds of deputies, government).
Argont: Acceleration of 25 percent. Music from the village of fools.
Argont: Meaning does not change, but it looks much more fun

The ixbt:
And today we have a White Brainless member in our guests. Why do you call yourself White?
Hey, did you not understand the question?

From the discussion of the video of the rite of exorcism taken through the lock well)

xxx said:
There is no God, there is no devil, there is no problem.: / /

The Devil said:
God, why did these people think of themselves?by Evil:

Bor said:
2 The Devil: No, you are not the Christ! He burned again. Go go...

Dialogue on Housing

Oh, you can’t imagine how this is. We live in a small three, not counting the permanent guests, three adult men, a woman, a pre-school child, two large dogs...
WOW: And you’re not going anywhere because you’re a shore lighthouse?

From a dating site.
A greeting! Let us get acquainted. Tell me a little about yourself.
and hello. I’m a binecrozoophile and in principle I should be a happy person, because in my case I don’t care with whom... But unfortunately in this matter I’m also a perfectionist. And in order to reach the nirvana, I need an orgia with everyone at once. And that forever does not form, then the corpse will begin to break down prematurely, then the donkey will get sick.
I understand, I shrink.

My niece and son in the supermarket are looking for food for our cat.

The bride to the seller: Girl, tell me where is the cat food here?
The seller, showing with his hand: Vooion in that corner...
The seller’s wife: Thank you!! to
Girlfriend to son: Cat, go. I found a cat’s bowl.

Oh, as the physicists-lyricists, engineers-managers do. Is there a young man here? Those who are now just over forty know perfectly what situation they found themselves in the mid-1990s with their classical engineering education. Then we quickly realized that we had chosen the wrong path after school. Who have we become? Managers, marketers, accountants, financiers, programmers, sitadmines. Yes, programmers and sisadmines are in the same line, because the institutions didn’t teach us this and most of us at best had subjects like the basics of computer or the basics of programming languages – one semester in all five years. And the profession we did not choose from the category "I want - I don't want", but the fastest we took - the family needs to be fed. And we mastered these professions by books, and by naïveté.
So we don’t have to say here that the country needs an engineer. We are. We are not too old, we are still 20 years into retirement. With a classical, still Soviet education, though without experience. There are just no offers, at least comparable to what we have now, as marketers and managers.

xxx is. They want to build a monument to St. Vladimir.
YYYYY It’s great if it slips into the river. It will be a symbolic baptism of Moscow.