Gods are good, lice do not jump from head to head! To catch lice, you need to chest off with one chest, or sleep on the same pillow, or put on someone else's hat. I don't know, now, probably, it's not so accepted, but in my Soviet childhood, my mother strictly forbade me to give anyone my haircut or take someone else's (family doesn't count, it's all in common).

No no no no no no no! My mother brought such a lice from public transportation and gave it to me. They got out quite easily, but the hysteria of the entire long-haired family was noble. I don't know if she threw her head off on the bus seat or something like that was sitting next to me, but in the same bed with my mother I definitely don't sleep and we're different, not even accidentally confused.

You are not working, you are pretending to be working.
The fish looks out of the head!

Oh people, do you ever want to smell something, bow down and suddenly get your nose straight into it?
What, did you decide to start the morning with the coon?
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I saw in his shampoo, it was written, said, black radish, and drawn a natural such beetle, with roots, leaves, all things. And the devil came over me to check whether it would smell like flowers or reds.
I would wash my nose and that.
I washed, but now the smell of this nuclear shit is wondering everywhere.
Zzz: No tommy, it smells redhead or not?
Oh, how do I know what it smells like, I have never seen this redhead in my eyes, and I have definitely not smelled it :(

The Bitcoin:

> In fact, a group of people counted a bunch of numbers on the compass. And hide us this.
> is it a shit? But that doesn’t bother anyone anymore.

All of the "great startups of modern times" are bypasses of some lobby. Uber found a hole in the 1920 legislation and allowed individuals to tax without paying $900K for a joke. These same glorious boys (Bitcoin + Etherium) are trying to polish a virtually independent international exchange (not that without regulators, and trading not in USD, but also anonymous). It’s not as naive as you think.

Smolla: For me, the most exciting thing when cooking is to clean the vegetables. I hate.
tahoma city: Smolla, I have vegetables lately, I have a child to clean. I like him as well as help. and :)
I’m going to have to give birth...
Amphibia: Smolla, I confirm, the child is a very convenient tool for cutting salads, as well as cleaning vegetables, collecting sandwiches, decorating desserts and all that. Only on the mode for a long time comes out, years after 5, not sooner. But by the age of 10 - beauty, I do not have time as quickly as it is with handy pencil
Morredett: Kids, cutting... Okay, Google, how to teach a cat to cut foods? :D

Photo of the announcement: Bowling bars to play billiards is prohibited! For every speck stuck in the fingers, a penalty!
XXX: That is an idea!

here here :

The Targaryenes boasted that they were from the blood of the dragon. They had a mutation in the genus, which resulted in some of them not burning in the fire.
So, have you ever wondered where they came from, and WHAT exactly did the Targaryennes do with the dragons?? to

Valeria is a volcanic area, and subsequently died from volcanoes. In volcanic races there are many radioactive elements (yes, from the postulate of Peter the First from the Karelian granite phonits, who is not aware). For many centuries, the irradiation of Targaryan eggs and ovaries could have been any mutations, including albinism (the same white hair and eyes of a purple shade), well, there can be fire resistance.
You are dragon sex.

Review of Fallout 4 VR.
While fighting with the first radar, he leaned down and began to move with the controller. The cat decided that I was playing with him and ran closer. I got the mouth. Fighting with the cat. He’s offended and doesn’t talk to me anymore. Not a minus game, just uncomfortable in front of the cat.

XXX: I made a very loud Facebook spam to myself when I realized that I had a similar hint at the age of 17.

Then I came to a very beautiful girl to also put a new seven. I wanted her at the time terribly and the very fact that I came to her, when there was no one at home, I was already wildly glad. But I came to put the window.

Gathered with thoughts, I plunged into the work only by the edge of the eye and watched this charming girl jump through the room. First in shorts and then in one! Wear it after the soul (no, it can be gathered anywhere afterwards, and I keep it here). And now recalling how she was in one coat standing on the bed (the comp and the bed stood next door) in a knee-looked posture stared at me in the monitor, I just do a fairy facespalm.

YYY: I also came to a friend with a comp to deal with and he was sitting by his shoulder in the screen and staring. I don’t have Facebook spams that remembrance.

Aaa: In the old days, the Cossacks, in order to become an ataman, had to go to the taiga in complete solitude and bring a living wolf, bound and with a cloak in his mouth.
BBB: But why clap in the mouth? Would the wolf call for help?
ccc: A bound wolf, insulted by violence, always speaks loudly and sharply. And the Cossacks are people who fear God, black words do not like. Children will be guarded by them. This is a worn toothpaste in a toothpaste and is sealed.
Interestingly, after that snatch, the wolf not only ceased to mate, but also expressed from now on exclusively as Ditmar Eliashevich Rosenthal. Literally and without words-parasites.
ddd: The gray wolf brings the cossacks bound, with a clap in his mouth, and speaks with a human voice:
Take it! He was early in Athens.

At the beginning of December on the doors under the train appeared a phenomenon: "in the jack are urgently needed tractors!!And indeed, the winter has gone unnoticed. All we have to do is attribute "with our tractors" and that will be the whole truth about our jack.

I read somewhere that the peoples of South Africa and Australia mythically explained each other the spots on the moon as the consequences of blood-mixing alliances, wars, disarticulations and everything that leaves traces of blood and dirt.
And the Japanese believe that there is a rabbit living there and baking cookies.

c) The wind

XXX: How do I know you?

Yyy: I will be in a shirt with the baby.

XXX: I probably won’t come.

Lucky Ducky: I saw your ex yesterday. –
Two-legged Jack Gold: and how is she there?
Lucky Ducky: She’s okay, but you say you’re degrading.
Jack Gold is a lie. She has been telling everyone for five years that I’m degrading. At such a rate, I should already get to the virus, and that is not possible. They don’t know biology so well.

I listen to a Czech rock band. There are funny words for the Russian ear. For example, there are some "blues" mentioned. Rhythm of them is the mysterious "disappearances". At the end of one of the tracks, the vocalist excites: "Well, right?!and "

XXX> My grandfather came here. It seems to be vigorous, but...
xxx> Instead of money brought Soviet rubles and copies. Probably everything is bad...
xxx>...and the boss looked at how much it costs on the airline - and took into account the debt )))
xxx> So we still have the USSR, comrade))

We had only two computers at work for a long time. One was called Ferdinand, the other was Voldemort. That’s all you need to know about the atmosphere of light madness at my job.

No, not all of it. Our muffle oven is called Paraskeva Fedotovna.

The children of the rich are born in the cabbage, the children of the poor are brought by the oak.

Love and Aviation.

Every year, light-engine aircraft strike Alaska. Then in the fog for the tops of the oil stuck, then the error of the pilot, then the failure of the system, or even in general no one understood anything, but the plane on the bottom of the lake. Last month, hunters found the debris of a plane hanging in pieces on trees, which disappeared in 2008, under the debris human bones scattered by beasts - father and son, were searching for them then for a long time, and found nine years later.

There was a little girl, Sarah, who dreamed of flying. Not like a bird, but like a plane. The fate brought her both past the military and civilian aviation and Sarah got the profession of an accountant. She married, gave birth to a son – all like everyone else, but the dream of flying remained. At the age of 35, Sarah still received a license to drive a light-engine aircraft. The aircraft first rented, flew with an instructor, then without flying the right number of hours and gained experience. Finally, by the age of 40, Sarah and her husband John bought a small used plane of the type of corn for 4 seats. This is where the story itself begins.

Alaska is large, but there is no one’s land. Land, whether federal or tribal, state or city, or private, all have their own laws as to protect this land and the livelihoods on this land in every way to protect. To get out just so hunting will not work, you need to get permission for the season and for the species of wildlife (salo, deer, bear, rye, mountain goat, etc.). D is. Service is offered enormous. You can rent a private hunting cottage for a couple of days or a week or for how much money is not unfortunate, hire a professional guide, rent a small plane or boat.

To make it cheaper, more fun and safer, John invited three friends to hunt. They removed a hunting house on the shore of the lake, purchased food for three days, filled a plane. Under the contract, Sarah sent a hunting expedition to a parking spot on her hydroplane and had to pick them all up on a specified day.

In Alaska, the main competitors of hunters are bears. There are three types of them: black, brown and white. Grizzlies are a subtype of brown bears, they are more aggressive, although brown are far from gammi mice. Black bears try to get away from people, but they like to climb the garbage. Therefore, all garbage tanks in Alaska have "anti-bear" castles, if you don't close the tanks tightly, you can, leaving the house, drink the painting "Three Bears Dinner Without Mashenka" right in your yard. You will pay a fine to the city. If they like it, they will come back again and again. No, shoot at the bottom! The brown and grizzly strictly guard their territory, but they do not hunt people (in most cases). The white are the jeweller of everyone they meet and who will not have time to escape.

John and his hunting comrades could each shoot no more than six deer a day. But the deer, of course, are also not stupid to stand and wait until they are released to the sausage, they still have to be pursued, to approach them, shoot, and hit. The most difficult part is “invisible.” It is very difficult to walk unnoticed on the taiga - there is everything against a person, then the branch under the booth will crumble traitorically, then it is necessary to climb through the bush with a gun and a backpack, then the white man begins to scream over his head: "We are here!" and I want to shoot a throat creature on the spot. The deer will hear and teach you before you notice his white tail, and will quietly go aside.

The second problem, after you shot the deer, is our old friends bears. The black bears will just go after the hunters to eat what they threw out when cutting the carcass. The brown and grizzly go on a shot as an invitation to lunch – the feeder has arrived! Therefore, the hunters either quickly divide the carcass on the spot and quickly remove it from there or take the carcass to the partition site, but also quickly. Here, almost every hunter will tell you the story of the encounter with a brown bear, who "accidentally" broke out on a pit, where the hunters cut the deer twenty minutes after the shot. At the same time, the hunters are happy if the bear just gives them a chance to leave. Tush of the deer gets to the owner of the taiga.

The problem with bears does not end here, they also have a unique smell and hear fresh meat miles away, so they often go wrong around hunting houses and cause a lot of trouble to hunters. One morning, the hunter went out to the wind to do a little need and in the middle of the process, a brown bear came out from the corner of the hunting house, loudly breathed the smell of enemy urine on the territory entrusted to him and grumbled dissatisfied. So the hunter ran around the house, grabbing the pants with one hand and pressing the reproductive organ in the other as a staffing stick. Only the bear did not need the stick, he wanted to take the prize whole with his wet pants. The Olympic Games were prematurely interrupted by fans who dragged the half-dead race favourite into the house. The bear then walked around for a long time, testing the strength of the door, demanding to deliver the offender and throwing the territory. No one went hunting that day.

When Sarah flew to pick up the hunting expedition, the deer’s meat was packed in special refrigerators (such as mini refrigerators made of durable plastic), by the number of refrigerators she knew the weight of the cargo, which was pre-arranged and designed. But there was one, but rather two, namely, two undivided deer bodies. It was overweight and Sarah gently refused to take the extra cargo on board. The hunters tried to convince her, but Sarah refused.

Word for word between the pilot and the hunters was linked by a fence in which John took the side of the hunter friends. Sarah tried to explain that the lake was small and the “run” was quite short, the rise up was sharp, that the Alaskan people ate very high, and if they put on the tree, the bears would have a party with humans for dessert, and a bunch of children would remain orphans at home, including Sarah and John’s son. The four fatigued, unshaken and swirled by the hunt and blood of the man did not want to listen to anything, but Sarah did not take on the extra weight. While the plane was running on the water, the hunters sadly followed the eyes of two lonely deer bodies left on the shore of the lake. Upon his return, John left home for a week and filed for divorce within the following month.

In front of me sits a nice young woman named Sarah. She tells me this story, trying not to cry, but the tears still don’t roll on her cheeks. I do not know how to reassure her, I have nothing to comfort her, there are many months of divorce process ahead of her. I ask, “If you knew at the lake that your decision would destroy your marriage, would you take those deer on board?” “Well, I say, then you did everything right. You have only one life and no one can replace your mother and your son.”

Every year, light-engine aircraft strike Alaska. Then in the fog for the tops of the oil stuck, then the error of the pilot, then the failure of the system, or even in general no one understood anything, but the plane on the bottom of the lake. Something tells me that Sarah will never complete this sad statistic (three times a tree).

I went to the alcohol store on Friday evening on a bicycle, bought a bottle of whisky and put it in my bicycle basket. Before leaving, I thought that if I fell from the bike, the bottle would break.
So I decided to drink the whole bottle immediately before going home.
And you know, it was a fucking right decision because I fell down seven times on the way home.