Xxx: Every night after watching the news, I definitely turn on a horror movie to somehow calm down.

The world is so scared of the coronavirus that I saw people vaccinate themselves in my entrance.

yyy: I saw how two guys from a plastic bottle with a foil inhaler built. They are treated as they can.

In the morning, I think my kids are NPS. While you look at them, they move, dress, gather to school or kindergarten. But it is worth to get out of the room as they fade and all their activity stops.

My lessons are like that. You sit with him and do everything in half an hour. You leave, in half an hour, all on the same task. Well understandably distracting, I used to play, painted all kinds of warheads on the sheet. I decided to follow, I went, I looked into the room, and he was just sitting and looking into the wall. Type of Slip regime. A terrible PDC.

My 70-year-old aunt is a very interesting person. She loves to rush until late, but every day she wakes up at 7 a.m. to... open the clothes! (He lives in the private sector. Then go to sleep again about 12.

Once she came to my mother’s birthday (sister’s) and was back home at seven o’clock. Mom said to sit down again, we haven’t seen each other for a long time, even if we’ll talk. Unfortunately, I can’t, I need to close. I no longer endured this universe mystery with stakes, I ask why? ? to ? to

“Well,” said the aunt, “if I come late and close the stall late, the neighbors will say, ‘I’m going somewhere. And if I don’t open it in the morning, it’s going to be late, Sonja.

Well and what? ? to ? to I was honestly surprised. Do you know what your neighbors will say?

Well, no, it will still be a bad thought, aunt breathing.

Do you talk to them because they care about you? I still don’t understand.

Not...

That is how my aunt lives. He loves to visit, but can’t afford to sit down. She likes to sleep long, but must get up early.

And all because “what will the neighbors say? ? to ? “

There is a man in our office, let’s say, Igor Viktorovich. He is well for forty, but his soul is young. The spirit of adventure is alive and beats the key.

At one of the sidelines, when everyone had already drank a little and had conversations, jokes, stories.

Igor Viktorovich suddenly stood over the table. Attracted the attention. And he said, “Friends, let’s smoke the same thing! I have it!”

No one would mind, but Igor Viktorovich, where did he come from?

- And I was cooked, he said cuddly.

Who is?

The children smoked in the garage. I was ashamed and took it.

I did not know my father from birth. My question is, “Where is he? “My mother replied that he died in the war (I was born in 1996, so either Chechnya or Croatia).

I didn’t believe it and asked my grandmother the same question. Obviously, her improvisation was not prepared in advance, and the grandmother replied, “it was eaten by cats.” When I told her my mom’s version, she said without thinking for a second, “In the war and they ate.”

Life is terribly unfair: who is the crown, who is the virus.

The boy got out of the bus, looked around, saw the urn, and threw a ticket into it. Ticket is fake. The guy picked up four times, kicked, swallowed. He pulled the gum out of his mouth, weighed the ticket and still threw it into the urn.
A few minutes later, I saw another guy take out a bag of baked meat from Bush and give it to a bomja standing nearby. He was very grateful and grateful to him. Then he grabbed and got a coin of 10 rubles: Please, give it to the bartenders.

This is Peter, little boy.

Bright thoughts and a bright morning. Be happy, or whatever you want.

Russia will send Vladimir Soloviev to Italy to tell them that they are well.

Recently, my mother and I remembered my childhood. I remembered such a story.



I was eight years old in the yard in the early 2000s. I did not have friends, the television was mostly hard Brazilian series on +100500 series, the computer was 1 for the whole village and stood in the office with the head of administration. There were only books left of entertainment, and we had enough of them at home.



And I encountered somehow in one of the encyclopedias for information about Jeanne D. Arc. Here Fig knows why she caught me so fast, but I started looking for information everywhere (I didn’t know about the existence of the great Internet at the time). Soon I became a small speaker in this part of French history.



Time passed, my kind eldest brother wrote a history book. And, o miracle, the theme is this Orléans Virgin. My star hour came, I took the posture of Radzinsky and began to read a lecture. Particular attention was paid to the point about the voices of the saints that Jeanne heard. I listed the entire list.



So my mother heard me. On Saturday, when all the relatives went to the bathroom, a family council was gathered. I was called into the room and asked to voice the voices once again. I, a simple soul, calmly said. I was listened and driven out of the room. A few days later, a strange uncle came home to us and told me that imaginary friends are not bad, but we have to fight it. Well, I listened to this, type of me why this information. It turned out that I was absolutely contactless and did not want to share my experiences. In short, this uncle disappeared as unexpectedly as he appeared.



And then, many years later, I decided to ask my mother the question: what kind of frog was it? Because nobody explained to me what was happening at all. As it turned out, in those distant times my whole precious family decided that in this way I decided to tell about what I hear voices in my head. After all, the eight-year-old can’t know who Jeanne D. Arc is. ! to L is logical.

xxx: Once tried to use the city mobile, t.k. You can order a taxi at a certain time. I had to go to the station at 5 in the morning. I ordered from the evening, I wake up in the morning and see that the order is already processed and the money is written off the card.

YYYYYYYYYYYY Woke up at the station?

The work of a psychologist. A teenager wrote, asked if it was possible to enroll his mother for a consultation. I ask, does my mother know that she is being recorded? He replies, "No, she just wrote me to the dentist without permission, and I decided to write her to a psychologist. I have always dreamed of Parapham.

If a person does not laugh with everyone, it does not mean that he does not understand what is happening. He was the first to guess the consequences.

The package voting. Example from the past

Yes I remembered. Probably 1991 or 1992. That is the beginning :)

I remember all the time broadcasting deputies on television, my father read "New World" and so on. There are discussions in the newspapers. Well, I was still in school.

And then the father cries and reads an article in a magazine. Example of a package vote.

There are three people: “A”, “B” and “B”. Not acquainted with each other. They are invited to vote for the following:

"A" is put in jail, "B" is raised twice, and "B" is transferred to a new promising position.

“A” votes against, “B” and “B” vote for.

“A” is in prison.

The next vote:

"A" is transferred to the best chamber, "B" is sent to jail, and "B" is raised twice the salary.

“A” and “B” vote for, “B” vote against.

“A” and “B” are in prison.

The last issue of the vote:

"A" to improve nutrition, "B" to transfer to the best chamber, "B" to put in jail.

“A” and “B” vote for, “B” vote against, but in the end:

All three volunteerly and democratically put themselves in jail :)

Then I just remembered this example as a joke, yes... Later, I realized that “package” voting is an extremely dangerous thing. And that, however, each proposal should be considered separately, and not a "package" to be pulled all the way.

Z is. I’m not suggesting anything, I just remembered.

The Kremlin jokes that the coronavirus is the second stage of the pension reform.

XXX is a classic. Recently we had a similar:"And let us do geology on the site", but not a question, we came, and there is not just a site, but already a house on the 3rd floor. Directly on the "language" of clay, on a steep slope. And everywhere in the cave traces of fresh landslides) To the indigenous breeds there can not be reached at all, the trees, which at least somehow held this slope, cut for construction... We conclude that it is not possible to build on this site at all and never, the owner in rage, the architect blows something unclear about "let's agree"... I explain to them that they will not "deal" with nature, and a maximum of a couple of years this wonderful house will slide down the cave, whatever they do, and I am definitely not going to be responsible for this. They seemed to have found then some greedy fool, who made them all the documents, land them all the fools, fools...

I go past the OVD, I see, the chief engineer of thermal engineers approached one DPS car, the other, the third and like they smell.



I say, Mikhailic, do you have a roof running? Answer - water from heating disappears, 500 liters per night. All cranes on batteries in all houses have been eliminated, and mints are not allowed into their garage, anti-terrorism is referred to. Yesterday I poured 20 liters of creoline into the system, barely washed my hands afterwards. Here I try to catch them, that they are washing cars from heating.

We live on the first floor. The neighboring apartment is transferred to a non-residential fund and is handed over to the store.

Behind the wall of our toilet is the washing machine and the kitchen of the store, where baking and all kinds of dishes are prepared for sale, in connection with which, our toilet smells of cooking. Moreover, the smells are so bright, juicy and tasty that it becomes uncomfortable to do your "dirty things".

Very strange sensations when you go to the toilet, and your saliva is released and begins to shake in the stomach in anticipation of food. So we live.

I am afraid of attaching the conditional reflex to the toilets in general.

Old Pavlov would be pleased.

Of course there are disagreements, but I am entertained by people who disappear at work and complain that they spend little time with their relatives, and then complain as tired of them.

Yyy: The fact that you want to relax from family and relatives doesn’t mean you regret having a family or having loved them. Everyone needs a rest from each other and a banal time to let go and do nothing. When you have a wife and children, you can no longer stick to the computer after work and decompose foolishly, sometimes scratching eggs hanging out of holes. When you have a wife and children, after work you have to go to the store, buy to eat. When you come home, throw out the garbage, help the children with the lessons, listen to the extremely boring story of the wife that Lenka from work is a bit of a bit, not so looking at his wife. and after the shave to shave the fucker, because "you wander", clean up the house and this is all the routine that takes away the strength. And all you want is to eat a cup and one and a half clocks to glue into the dull bushes, where monkeys throw their shit on people, then go and joke well, sowing the clock on the floor, capitally so, loudly feather, and not throwing a little whisper, because the wife is disgusted, but you have to quickly squeeze out of yourself a cacodemon, because the whole family, including the cat, is already broken in the bush, and you only say Zen. And at the same time, in the apartment there is a constant background noise that drops on the brains. Sometimes you just need a break from all this for a couple of days. I am convinced that wives have their own reasons for being beaten by husbands and children. Even the children have their own reasons, for which they were taken by their parents and they want at least a day to be alone, eat sweets at ease and stick to the minecraft without time restrictions. Everyone sometimes needs to be alone.

After the trial of Weinstein, women in America represent a greater danger for men than an armed robber: you will not only be robbed, but also jailed because she didn’t like something 20 years ago.