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xxx: a much more interesting prospect seems to make individual light-emitting diodes smart
xxx: Imagine the news: a test stand for LED tape accidentally struck a small country!

Legio: and, in the fifth, removed in the classes requirements for aliments
Legio: Some combinations still look weird
So that is. Can a fellow now rob, kill, and goat someone there, and at the same time pray and receive plugs from Tyrus?
He still has a vow.
This is OK. Cut out the goose.

and Ogo:

There are 5 billion potential dead people in the world.

Well, how do you live in 1987, and most importantly, how do you write us from there?

Finally came out on the premiere of Dr. Strange. As a person who is not the first time to come to a Marvel movie, I am sure there will be 2 scenes after the titles (wow, I actually read this in a large publication that I trust). I went to the cinema not alone, but with two friends. So here we sit. The film ends, the titles begin. My friends were quick to get out, but I told them I was waiting for two scenes after the titles. One comrade proposed to leave now and watch the scenes at home, apparently doubting that they would be at all, and the other noticed that the tickets were paid for 200 rubles, and this, in his opinion, is a serious reason to stay and wait. After short titles appeared the first scene, followed by long titles. There was no one in the room except us and the cleaner, and there was, as I understand, an administrator. She urged us to release the room. Friends rushed out. The garbage cleaner assured us that "there will be no second scene," and the administrator said, "Well you, you understand that we have tabs, why do you look at these "letters," there will be no second scene." My friends left, I handed away my 3D glasses, threw out the garbage and stayed looking. The administrator waved her hand toward the movie projector (I don't know what she wanted to say to the person sitting there with this gesture), took her glasses and went out to check the tickets from the spectators who went to the session. I stood near the entrance and waited for my stage. Yes, the titles were really long, and I looked at them together with the new spectators who came to the last session today. It remains only to guess what was their surprise when they all sat down and saw the fattening spoiler in the form of a second scene after the titles...

During my student years I had a friend. He lived next to the universe and all the time boasted that he was just a road to cross, rather than standing in traffic jams in public transport every morning for an hour and a half, and in general his parents would soon eat and leave him this house. At first it seemed funny, but over time it started to get bored.



And here one cold winter day my friend comes into the universe all so sad and sad. The next dialogue (I - I, a friend - D):

I: What happened, what is so sad?

D: Well, the hell, the parents came up to come and sell the house, and not to leave me, you see if they need money, and I need this house as a family, I don't want to move.

I was kidding, joking about what I was doing. I thought it would end here, but it wasn’t here. The apartment was sold to a student. I didn’t know about it yet, but my friend already had a plan to regain his fortress.



It’s been two years since my friend left his home. and autumn. 1 of September. Start of graduation course. I didn’t see him all summer, and the first thing I heard from him during the meeting were the words: “Hi Sanya, I’m getting married, I’m inviting a witness to the wedding.” To say that I am shaken is to say nothing. It turns out that this guy all these 2 years flogged for that student girl, and it came to the wedding, he married and moved to his old twin. Then I realized that he was either a complete idiot or an unrecognized genius. They still live together in the same duo.

The grandmothers near the entrance are very cute.

He is beautiful with you, nice.

thank you.

Who is working?

The programmer.

Do you write programs?

and ah.

In which newspaper?

I am sitting...

A small step for a man, a big step for mankind.
Could you be less pathetic for coffee?

For some reason, under the umbrella of tolerance, we are persistently coupled with varieties of masochism.

I apologize in advance, this is not a fun story.
But I want to tell her - it hurts a lot of negativity in the life of the site, these good ones, those bad ones, those generous ones, but those who don't know how to cook, but these people love to eat and drink and don't wipe their ass.
This is the story of people who generously and powerfully came to help me.
Having buried my wife, I was forced to immediately return to work - the money and credit cards ended, the two deposits under the house ended, in short - everything.
In front of me was bankruptcy and loss of home, starting to work I could expect money not earlier than in a month.
Apathy and a feeling of loss did not contribute to the struggle, I did not want to fight - I did not want anything, honestly.
Then something happened that I did not expect—help came.
I have helped all my life, never asked for help.
To be honest, I was shocked.
The three-born brother called with sympathy and asked for the address.
I sent a large check - I am an officer, I call him, I say I can't accept, I'm sorry, take in debt, you'll return when you can...
Strong support from relatives was replaced by the support of colleagues, let the hat around the circle and poured thousands there.
But then, the nurses put their hats around the circle with the sanitaries, the people are exactly not wealthy - they brought me such help - just huge.
I was overwhelmed by such – unexpectedly – problems moved from place, my cousin sat down for the phone and destroyed everything in a day.
And all this with additions and a loving mother - with the help of my friend, they shattered all the most urgent affairs and wrapped up a very decent plow, with a watermelon.
And I was suffocating... there was hope. Afterwards, he confessed to me, how bad my deeds were, how much effort it cost me to keep me floating.
They were replaced by neighbors - to the right and to the left, wives came to see me, went into the refrigerator, threw everything old and filled with food.
The men repaired the falling fence, drank and ate the ordered pizza. But for a long time my neighbor was preparing lunch and left me to eat at the window of my kitchen.
Years passed, I returned them all with their kindness, with the volume of my grateful soul.
You ask – where did it happen?
What are the extraordinary people?
No, the most ordinary people... And what’s the difference—where did it happen?
I know it could happen everywhere, kindness and mercy are planetary.
Maybe it’s time to apologize for my confession and say goodbye, wishing everyone good health and happiness.

Another one behind the apartment.
(Depardieu on the Seagal)

Conversation between two employees:
He is going on a trip:
What else to bring you from your trip?
Without lifting her head from the keyboard.
- serial numbers of equipment of this mushostransk unit.

Respect cannot be demanded, it must be deserved.

I cannot ask, I agree. But respect for any stranger should be first. Only special respect can be earned, and the original can be lost.

We are such by nature

I know a lot of people who are struggling with children. Many of them have no children yet. He met acquaintances with the child, chatted with him, ticked, followed. A friend's older brother enjoys sitting with his niece. Karate, there are many examples. I am afraid of the children myself. I do not bother and try not to contact.
Not in the field. Either you are a good parent or not. Yes, it is from nature.

Lyrical application in the Journal of Appeals:
There is no stability in the program. The availability of the Internet and stay in the program ends abruptly. I can’t go home because of the incubated sense of responsibility, I interfere in the work of technology, which I didn’t even read about, in an attempt to set up a business process. Please identify the cause of permanent interruptions of system support and restore work. This hour flew out of my life as users of 1c.

xxx: Shook 380 instead of the expected 220 in the electrical distribution shield during the General Physics Practice...
yyy: Here the verb "extremely" should be understood literally? and :)

Forum E1, the sale of winter tires for bicycles.
The xxx:
You are right. The rubber was bought in the winter of 12-13 years (by the way, here), stored in the most inappropriate conditions - in the room behind the closet, not like all normal people on the balcony, in the sun. And given the fact that she, as it turned out here, is Chinese, her condition is just awkward. This is well seen in the photo.
In general, until it's completely broken up in the crust - I'll add another 250 for each.
The xxx:
Meanwhile, I didn’t have anything to sell, the mole flew and eaten the remains of Chinese rubber. The topic can be closed.

Man’s logic (confronted repeatedly)
I’m not a telepath, if you need help you have to tell me about it, but if I need help you have to guess about it without requests and reminders, because you are a woman.
It is :)))

I need to deliver on Friday.
I: But Friday is a celebration!
Q: What is the celebration?! to
Day of People’s Unity.
Sh United against me... p... e b...!

<worg> In the Alps, the sad Al Pacino lapped the alpaca and lacked the cappuccino.

Before giving in debt, I always remember the long history of my friend, Andrew.



Andrei at the time had a good job, earned great money and life. Andrei had a friend, Michael. A friend asked in debt to buy a car a large amount of money under interest. Andrei agreed. All documents are notarially certified. The car was bought (Andrei, by the way, helped buy the car).



A month later, Michael falls into an accident in the company of friends (he was a passenger in a strange car). The result is death. Understanding the complexity of the situation, Andrew gives time to recover his wife - the only heiress, since they did not have children and close relatives on the part of the deceased.



After consulting with a lawyer, Andrey appeals to the wife of the deceased six months later. By that time, she had already obtained the licenses and was riding her husband’s newly purchased car. My friend called her and wanted to meet. At the meeting, understanding the complexity of the situation, he offered to pay her the entire amount of debt, but without taking into account interest, also offered help in selling the car. He received a rough response from her:

My husband is dead! Do you not be ashamed? ! to



By the way, at the time, she already had a mate, because she came to meet him. After a brief dialogue, Andrei was sent, and also received threats from the caretaker.



Not thinking long, Andrey filed for the wife of his deceased friend in court, indicating in the lawsuit all the interests that are due to him by agreement. At the same time, the lawyer included the costs of his services, moral damage and all costs.



Immediately after receiving the executive letter, my friend appeals to the FNS, where he was provided with a bank for three days, in which the wife of the deceased was served. As it turned out, in the bank she had a deposit, which was opened after the sale of a three-room apartment, which Mikhail bought (this he found out from common acquaintances). In addition, a large amount of money was left from the deceased, as he was engaged in his small business (retail trade).



Within a few days, the bank gives Andrew all the debt on the executive sheet. One day later, the wife of the deceased, who was in court without a lawyer, demands to return some of the money. Then came the phone calls from her fellow resident, which Andrew recorded. After some time, a statement was filed with law enforcement authorities about the threats.



The couple calmed down.



Moral: Andrei is a wonderful man.