I’ve always wondered where the expression "Yok макарok" came from. I decided to look and here is what I found :)
Yok Makareok! (They are spaces) - voice-idiom, synonymous with the meaning of the expressions "Yelky-Palk!", "Your-Kakasha!", "Iod-Hydrogen!" (see The hydrogen iodine!), "Jopsel-Mopsel", "Clyster-Minister" (see Etymologically, YOM comes from the distorted YOG MAKAREGO, and, of course, we are talking about the famous Ukrainian yogis Sergei Makaroga (among yogis was known as Seroga-Makaroga, 1913-1971), who was famous for his ability not only to walk, but to run on the stomach - he quickly picked up the stomach muscles according to a special secret scheme, and so cleverly that his metrics were significantly superior to the Olympic records, but from participation in the Olympics he was refused by the Sports Committee, as this envisaged the development of special stomach running "cross", and in terms of time it was no time.

As a result, Seroga was forced (in protest) to die at the Semipalatinsk test site during the next test of nuclear weapons, and before his death Sergey Vitalevich managed to carry out a stony harakiri, namely: he ran on his stomach on desert and steppe stony soil, and, as a result, uncovered his stomach like no other, and the nuclear explosion became a long-awaited relief for him.

>> and Andrew:
Moscovites now need the service Yandex.Drakis - "today fights 6 points, you can normally go to the center.

k: in the past semester there was an account on information protection, the subject was a chapter, and the lecturer himself came quite rarely (from 16 lectures there were 5-6).
Here is the count.
The man asks, is there a machine?
How many times have you been to lectures?
as much as you.
Noah, that is little.

XXX: How are you doing?
YYY: It is normal. We walked, cooked and ate lunch. And with you?
XXX: The same, only did not walk and did not eat

The symbols of power are the pile, the rope and the rope!

Russia for Russians! Moscow for the Russians! Call for the teacher!

The ability to do stupid things makes us human.

This is not my story, I found it on the internet. I translated it myself :)

From the first person...

I will immediately say that this trick was not invented by me. I am sure someone has used it once with different levels of success. But please note that nothing in this story has been adorned or exaggerated.

I had several tickets for a sports competition that I was unable to attend for personal reasons. So I decided to sell them.
Ebay with the duration of the auction in 1 day, while stating the above reason for the sale and clearly stated that the tickets must be picked up from hand to hand within 24 hours (since the game should be held in the evening on the day of the end of the auction, and time to send by mail will not be). A lady won a $600 auction at 10 a.m. the day before the game. But by five o’clock in the evening she never responded to my numerous emails asking me to contact me to exchange tickets for money. Finally, at 9:30 p.m. I get this line on my email: “I have overpaid for them, and my husband doesn’t allow me to spend that money. I am sorry. Good time to spend! :) “

I tried to explain that in such a short time I will not be able to sell them, as the auction ends early the next morning (and the other losing buyers have already refused me). But she said that she said, “Not my problem. This is eBay, not a car dealer. If I want, I can refuse.” I never understood where the car dealer was.

Naturally, I was very upset because I was left with tickets for a game that I will not see. This is where I have a mature plan.

I opened another profile on Ebay, naming it "Payback" ("Payback"), and sent it a message: "Hi, I saw that you won an offer for 4 tickets. The fact is that I wanted to get them but didn’t have time to get to the comp. I was going to take my family to the game, and if you agree, I’ll be happy to buy them from you for $1,000. I understand that you’ve probably already planned everything and won’t sell it, but I thought what the hell isn’t a joke. »

At 11:30 p.m. she writes to Payback: “I sell, but for $1,100, not less. I can meet you at the stadium if you want. Give me your phone number.”

At 11:35 p.m. Payback answers: “In my hands, here is my phone...”
(Thank you Google Voice for the one-time number.) She called a few minutes later and forced Payback to “promise” to her that she would not give up the deal.
He said he would lose a lot of money if he refused.
Payback naturally promised something like this in life is not capable of.

At 11:45 p.m. she writes (already to me personally): “OK, I’ll buy them. But you’ll have to bring them to me tonight, I’ve already found the money.”
By midnight I walked up to the threshold of her house. She was disgusting and rude, which did not surprise me. It didn’t help the situation and the fact that I asked for another $20 for delivery (although 12 hours a night). It became even more inconvenient, and she literally poured my 31st $20 note into me. I recounted the money and handed her the tickets, thanked for the purchase, was sent on the phone, and after receiving a farewell my middle finger went home.

The next day, around 10 o’clock in the morning, she called Payback to make sure the deal went as planned. But Payback said he could not go to the game and that the contract was cancelled. She instantly broke the roof, and I swear that she didn’t just start whispering, but exposing herself to some demonic language. But Payback explained that “Mam, it’s not my problem. This is
Ebay, not an auto dealer.

Ten minutes later, I receive a furious email with the following content (which has no grammatical rules):

“You are a fucking joke! You know what they do in jail. You are a thief!!! to
You will go to hell! I have already to the police, the FBI, the fire department, and government agencies. end to you. I have your name and phone number.
This is called property robbery, FUCKER!!! Give me my $620 or it will happen to you - FUCK!!! I will not let you snatch me.
Give the money back or it won’t seem!!! You don’t want a court case. Believe me, you do not want. You can get the tickets, but give the money and we’ll end it.”

This is most of the email, literally. But that is not all. After a hysterical speech, she probably pressed “Introduction” 30 times, writing the word FUCK on a new line, then another 30 times the input and the word HELL. Then she signed her name. There are firefighters...

I haven’t heard of her anymore, I don’t know if she went to the game or not.
Did I do an immoral thing? Judge by yourself.

For the birth of the second child, Putin has allocated 250 thousand.
For the birth of the third child, Medvedev promised to give the land.
At the birth of the fourth will probably give a car.
For the fifth, sixth, seventh and so on, there are no options that will be given.
And only after the birth of the tenth will finally guess to offer a place in the kindergarten. For the second child ;)

Commentary on the status of VKontakte "Soyed Mandarin - approached the New Year by 3 minutes":
XXX: There are 15 days left to the NH 10 hours 3 minutes, or 22 203 minutes (at the time of writing). 22 203 / 3 = 7401 Mandarin. Weight of one mandarine ~ 80 grams (or 0.08 kg). 7401 * 0,08 = 592,08 kg
And what does it get? I will not get into the new 2011 until I eat 6 centnars of mandarins???! to

Lord of the Rings %LA!

I lost my engagement ring. Now I walk in anticipation of my wife's lullaby, I look into every corner and whisper "Where are you my beauty".

Drunk people bought chocolate eggs, we gathered toys...
Max is not going!
Do it in Russian.
Max: I have too many details!! to

XXX: Now I'll finish the report and send you out!
Okay, try to five, I’ll bring down more.
XXX is OK!
xxx: wwwwwwwwwwwwww
YYY: Yes, and where did you run there?

A priest came to our school today.
XXX: Apparently, to teach Orthodoxy, children to educate.
The poor man did not expect the children to run after him and shout, "Buffney on the stamina!"

by Kira056
I am a knight in a fight.
He hit the shit.
Buried in the foot
The Knight is overbearing.
Fallen killed
Taking the shame by hand.

As a child, when I wanted to drink and go to the toilet at the same time, I first went to the toilet, because I thought that if I drank first, I would immediately pour water into the toilet, I would want to drink again and fall into recursion. Nothing has changed much now.

No, have you seen it? A live broadcast from the village of Zylovsky conversations with the roadman... show an empty perron, and on it a man... suddenly, suddenly, to the man runs "who is in the state" and knocks off his feet! The camera shuts down... the next picture is happy faces...

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Look happier at life. Your sorrow oppresses.
Life is shit. Are you looking into the bathroom with pleasure after you go bigger?
M: Yeah, I’m going to lose weight.
See also Facepalm.

New Year's Costume Forum:
Capri: I was a cardboard box as a child. Usually, by the new year, parents bought some texnika in the house and a large box remained (the worst, if from under the TV), it made holes under the hands and head without problems. So very often for the New Year I was a cardboard box.

I just came from the monkey. The Omonovese found a feather pen at me, called it with a "secret knife" and drove me into the car bag. = is