For the state, retirees are a problem it is trying to get rid of.

Grandfather went fishing, and in the boat, in addition to the snails, he also threw a pig. Why do you need it, you ask? As it turns out, it is needed. very needed. I think, my dear friends, you will also be interested to find out why fishermen have long taken a pig in a boat. 20 years ago, I sailed to the Volga river at 3 o’clock in the morning to get up. The boat I had was rubber, and the depth below me was 20 meters. All this was accompanied by a thick fog. We did not know of any navigators at the time. The bottom was measured with anchor, and returned home not by compass, but by their own eyes. One morning, in the same fog, next to my rubber boat, a huge sumo sailed out and "played." In other words, swallowed the water with a tail. It was terrible. I thought for a moment what would happen if he turned the boat.
The fog, the flow, and the jacket we did not carry with us. And I sailed back to wait a couple of hours on the shore until the fog passed. Then I realized I didn’t know where the shore was. Oh, I would have a pig!
Although this may seem funny, the pig is perfectly oriented in unfamiliar terrain and swims well. Just like a shark, but only a pig. The fishermen took a crush into the boat and, if it was foggy, threw it out of the boat. She is home, the fishermen are behind her. This type of navigator was in our ancestors. So if you are going to fish in the fog, take a pig with you.

Life is like a zebra, then a black strip, then white. Remember the coronavirus, unemployment, rising prices, political repression, broken roads, gas cotton, falling planes? Do you remember? That was a white strip.

Xxx: I have an offgenic mattress, but until then it’s not time to turn it around. I recently decided that without my husband I can do it, put the mattress on the roof, started to turn on the bed and he fell on me, really clapped the nail, I half failed between the rails, and since I tried to group in the flight, the elbow, nipple and hip failed. From above the mattress presses terribly, to push away from nothing. I started calling for help, but I was not heard through the mattress. I started hanging my legs as far as I could reach, pulling up to a pot with flowers, which from the top and blossomed in addition. Then some like pulled to the fitness bracelet on her hand and made a search for the device to make the phone scream, and he was sick in the coat lying and only I heard him. Any movement pressed even more into the rear bottom and the support of the bed. I already reconciled and quietly called my husband in the mattress. He washed, went to the kitchen to drink, stumbled onto the phone and then went to bed, drawn from the painting, of course, pulled me out. I no longer trust the mattress.



Yyy: Every day sofa troops risk their lives

Remove the mask. already can.
I can not. I am embarrassed.

The Chameleons 2022
A familiar family of Buryat emigrated to the United States on invitation. 4 years ago. At the beginning of the pandemic, they jumped away from them to a social distance, they had to reassure:
We are Russians.
They are Chinese since the end of February.

You are who?
The Apocalypse Knights.
Where are you running like that?
From Russia! Until it is too late...

Xxx: The most fun parties that do not take photos at all 😉



Yyy: After which photos are deleted.



Zzx: And moving to another city



Ddd: They change their name and turn to plastic surgery.

The result of propaganda: information enters through our ears and goes out of our mouth, bypassing the brain.

The house was the last where all the people in need lived for free.
and the villagers of our village.
Fifth floor with ten entrances built in the form of the letter P.
Novoselys are mostly young people, who are from the dairy farm, who are from the zoo, who are fishermen, military or firefighters.
In the face of each other knew exactly, the more the final part of the finishing with improvement was held by the host and each family took a strong part in this.
They did everything for themselves, a playground with compulsory sandboards, bushes and a mechanical carousel, painted in bright and rich colors.
The house itself is nobly beige with drawings at each entrance.
The general settlement on Saturday, on Sunday the folk gathering, well in the sense of a walk with the children and acquaintance with neighbors closer, purely symbolically behind the table in the middle of the courtyard.
But tomorrow everyone goes to work, by evening people are getting fewer and fewer. They are the most resilient and capitally loaded.
One of them is already sought by a wife, screaming from the balcony to the whole courtyard:
Michael, it’s time to go home.
Michael turns his head when he hears his wife’s voice and tries to determine where the sound comes from.
He looks at the entrances where he did not remember the first time.
The woman cries again:
Misha is home.
Where to go home?
Go to Chubut.
Michael spoke: for what, at all, the wife sends, and even so unusual.
Where, where do you go?
I say to the chubby, go. At our entrance, above the entrance Cheburashka is painted, you will not confuse...

You have an undemocratic democracy.
You haven’t seen our freedom of speech yet.

He was in the senior group. My father received an invitation to the tree (then all the farmers with children were given such) Well, in general, my mother went to her "his" tree with her sisters, and we and my brothers went to her "his" tree. And here we stand near the House of Culture "Textiler" and the father asks.

“Son, what do you need, that’s all, grandfather of the snow, the chordists of the song?

I say no. Yes, I wasn’t interested in all of this snow-covered stuff at the time.

“Let’s say, I’ll go down and pick up the gifts and go better to eat ice cream and play machines?”

But the condition is this: Mom shouldn’t know)) Dad taught cheating, right fucking. Clearly I agreed...I still remember how cool it was.

  The funny thing is that my mom learned about that deceit after 33 years. When asked why I did not surrender the father, I replied: it was an agreement, the more mutually beneficial))

The child came from behind and said, “Daddy, look.” When I turned around, he kept my iPad at the level of my face, pressed the Buy button and bought something using my face image as a verification. Not even nine in the morning, and I was already burned.

In the first class of the universe we were sent to undergo a medical examination. Gynecologist on the line. Shy and red, I go into the office. The doctor doesn’t even look at me, writing something. I sit on a chair and sit for a few minutes. The doctor does not react. I coughed to attract attention. The doctor reluctantly strips his head from the records and issues:

is pregnant?

and no.

So what might bother you? Let it go.

With years comes not experience, but disease.

My friend in her youth, still in Soviet times, worked on the railroad as an instructor in safety technology. Once she had to participate in the investigation of the violation of the rules by a guide from a student squad. When landing in Moscow, the entire car was filled with super-elite dogs, who went to an international exhibition somewhere in Europe, and accompanied by their owners. The International Express rarely stopped, only in the big cities and almost at every stop the girl ripped the stop cranes at departure, because the perfectly trained animals could not find the tree on the asphalt-filled platforms and fled to meet the need away from the stations. The breakdown of the stop-kran is an emergency, the train lagged behind the schedule, after the trip the girl was called for a breakdown, the case smelled like dismissal...

She said about the following: my mother was very strict and when I was a kid, we walked in the street and I wanted for a little need, she always said: tolerate to the house, daughter, on the street it is uncomfortable to do it. I learned to endure. Once I was walking alone, I wanted a pi-pi, I ran home, but my mom went shopping, there was no key, the neighbors were at work, and because of this upbringing I almost broke a bubble. Now I always regret those who, like me, have been trained to harm their health. You can fired me.

Members of the committee jumped out of the tables and confined themselves to excuses.

When we are sure that Sechin, Miller, ministers and deputies will not be moved anywhere, it may be time for them to cut their wages a little - then there will be enough for the country's economy to rise, and the poor and pensioners will not have to go.

The language of Ezop is the Achilles fifth of censorship.

When plastic bags came to replace the avos, my notebooks with lectures fit perfectly in one of them - the elite, with a portrait of a famous singer, and also with reusable pencil.
We lived with my wife in an industrial district, a city at the time almost a millionaire, in a rental apartment on the Riverside of Aircraft Builders.
After the Technical College, then there was still distribution, she came to the flagship of the chemical and rubber industry, the automotoshine factory, to the position of a replacement master.
Production is continuous, work in three shifts, harmfulness, respectively, personnel from the suburbs and the contingent which has already passed a number of enterprises with dismissal by article and, of course, those who were waiting for a preferential pension by value.
He met his wife from the second shift and accompanied to the passageway to the third, for the benefit of just a few stops on a trolleybus or a tram.
At the end of the 90s, production cooperatives began to form, "Autoshina", "Veloshina", salary and so was an order above the urban average, grew in times. The unwillingly unpretentious factory became a desirable place of work.
During my visits, I began to observe workers rushing to change on the sidewalk with plastic bags at hand, newspapers the size of an A4 sheet. The guards showed something from their wear and went for a change. I asked my half what the procedure was. Hearing the answer, I was stunned by the elegance of the educational measures of the cooperatives.
The discipline of inertia in the unstable employees did not make a qualitative jump along with the salary. A young specialist, a practitioner, offered to pass offenders, walkers and drinks, pick up for a month and issue in exchange new, with data of the employee, but the size of two notebook sheets. Lamination will appear in circulation a little later, the frame department on the cardboard glued a white sheet, a photo size 9x12 mm, a board number, a stamp for passes, everything is ready.
In the morning electric car, such a pass must still be saved, not something to hide from unnecessary eyes, and at the city stop you will not deceive everyday companions, suddenly appearing a school folder at the workforce from the tyre, which is why it is such a rapid career.
During the first two months of the experiment, the conscience was awakened in the good half of the team, and the other began to be educated with no less extravagant methods.

A lonely man (20kg of strawberries, 16kg of rice, 120 cups of strawberries) is looking for a woman with sugar, flour, pasta for living together. Intimacy is possible, but not mandatory.