One friend told me about a well-known office in our region - a producer of sausage products, which is famous for the quality of products. So one of the ways to maintain this quality is chosen as follows: employees start their working day with a dense breakfast, the basis of which is the sausages, sausages, sardines, which they themselves made yesterday. The idea is that the workers will not do it, sorry, because they themselves will have to do it later. And the idea works: sausages get what they need.

Any device that works poorly, after eliminating all its shortcomings ceases to work at all.

fak

It was good in the air, from the very morning the long-awaited winter sun spawned. I was driving in a warm road, listening to music in my headphones, waiting for spring and admired the wet snow forest outside the window. One hour to Moscow, you can have time to sleep. Even the girls — loud whistles, those who sat in front of me, could not hinder, because I have good headphones.

We stopped and got bored on the train. In the neighboring row to the right was a black Porsche Cayenne. Cayenne’s driver, a young, white-haired guy, looked at the advertising inscriptions on the dirty side of our bus, until he met the little girls with his eyes. The guy smiled and very gracefully, with barely noticeable movements of his hands and with a slight tilt of his head, made a reverence, like the king’s most true musketeer. I bet that this guy at the time, studied the stage movement very deeply.

The girls stunned, seemingly, commented somehow and, without speaking, showed a "fake" in response.
The Musketeer made a very sad face, even his lower lip was touchingly shaken. Directly from the air, he snatched an invisible flower, most likely a rose, and the finger was ridiculously “crawled” and threw the flower to the beauty.
The beauties again struck and in turn, already with two hands showed "fake"

The cavalier in Cayen smiled, and in response sent an air kiss. The kiss flew ridiculously throughout the car, until the musketeer opened the fork to let him go. The ladies again stumbled and again showed the “fact”.
The Musketeer laughed amusedly and, suddenly, depicted with his fingers a fast-going man - this meant that he was inviting the girls to his car.

The girls again defiled, but the "fake" did not show, but the gestures asked again, saying - do you really call us or joke?

The guy confirmed, attaching his hands to his huge, beating heart and then the girls decidedly jumped out of their seats and shouted to the driver to open the door, they urgently need to get out here.

The door opened, the girls struck out, at the same time, the motor exploded in the road, because the shlagbaum had already risen in front.

The ladies approached Kajen and knocked at the doors, but the door for some reason did not open, the guy made a sad face, wiped out the invisible tears and in his own manner, showed a very graceful "fak", then gazanul and with a bucket hole disappeared somewhere behind the move.

We also left and only two abandoned girls remained on the road, in the middle of this wet, snowy forest.

What unreliable, these musketeers...

As a child, when I listened to the radio "Mayak", I thought: how they live there in Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsk, if they have all the time at midnight.

>> Do you want anyone to bother you? Carry all your treasures in your pockets so that they don’t melt away.

Interesting, when dedicating to the wasserman, the beard is given or it is necessary to come with it?
And the brain?

On the other hand, a friend told me how she and her little daughter in a blue dress made friends on vacation with another mother and her five-year-old boy. The boy insisted on calling his girlfriend’s daughter “he” and “that boy” (due to the color of the combination). One day a friend heard him talk to his mother:
Why is Anna so sad?
Anja is a girl.
Is he so sad?

A huge round uncle constantly with his enormousness. He feels his body and evades, missing people. And you do not feel the backpack, besides, behind the back it is in the blind zone, and you scratch them all passers, thinking that they are you "attacking".

And remember, children, don’t drink coffee from a cup if it’s not your cup, but Petri.

“Bl#t, Serego, the terminal server has crashed!
I am root.
Do you update the system on it?
I am root.

The Courage
At least, with sudden turns of your body, this dirty bag will stop hitting completely strangers in the face.
And do not be upset when you are taken for the backpack and attached to the mouth of the order - it is deserved.
– is
The overwhelming number of courageous friends - suddenly loses their will, facing someone other than their children, their grandmother, and generally outside of the Internet.

Comment on the fight of CSKA fans with Hungarian criminal
Kentt: Gypsies fleeing horses, it happens.

As a child, when I listened to the radio "Mayak", I thought: how they live there in Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsk, if they have all the time at midnight.

<Middt> I wanted to be an archaeologist. Honestly, not because of excavations, because of the smell of museums. Silence, darkness, dead pieces of something once alive, useful, meaningful. My mother insisted that I follow in her footsteps - as a result, we have what we have, a nonexistent psychologist in the clinic, in vain chewing off his pennies from the city budget.

<Akyuman> You are suffering in vain, I think. You know, O'Henry has a work "The Roads We Choose". There is no difference between your unfulfilled dream and reality. Silence, darkness, and the shattering pieces of something once alive and meaningful in this darkness.

13th_Ka7aHe4: Well what?
Saloborn: The commander wished to try to work on the computer and ordered to bring a laptop.
Saloborn was brought. After 10 minutes the order: take a bad laptop that prints in English letters, and bring a good one to print in Russian.

Why use a Wi-Fi coffee machine?
To add additives, of course.
Updates for what?! to
The soft :)
Why Soft Coffee?
To be able to Wi-Fi, of course :)

My friend's son is 5 years old. The family is Russian, the only child.

In the evening, after the kindergarten, he sits and dreams:

I will grow up, get married and have nine children. And I will call them Vanya, Sereza, Nikita, Masha,... and Ildar!

My mother is surprised:

Why is Ildar?

“Well, I don’t understand if I have nine children, I can’t even call one Ildar.

Skvrlmrdrbjevski: In the phrase "I have heard you" I personally hear something intermediate between "Go to" and "Thank you".

Has anyone understood what distinguishes Eldar, Noldor, Sindar, Nondor, Phalatrim, Galadrim, forest elves and green elves? They are all the same elves, only different names.

The same as the Tatars, Mordians, Chuvashis, Russians, Ethiopians, Papuas, Yakuta, Chinese, Swedes, Spaniards, etc. They are all the same people, but different names.

I went to the hospice. The caring wives are indeed more, because there are men lying alone... It is true that half were relatives of both sexes.

Men are lying. The husbands do not even put their wives there. How many sick women lie on my memory, all of them lie at home under the care of so busy children, the overwhelming majority - daughters. To see the husband, even alive - there are almost no such. Very often, after learning about the disease, the husband just has a new wife.

Gorinychi snakes, unlike dragons, are peeled out of three-yellow eggs.