Dialogue at work during the preparation of tender documentation for the state company:
- It is very difficult to comply with all the conditions of this quotation request, this tender only Satan can win, bringing everything on paper... there will be something in the style:
Lawyer: - Something I don't see here the signature of the blood of the nine-year-old with a blue seal?
I – here is she.
Lawyer: -Sure, well, but why did you go not backwards, paragraph 358 of section 94 letter D of the quotation request?
I'm sorry I'll go out and go as I'm supposed to.
Lawyer: - Well, but next time without Marrakech, we will not accept anything from you!
Dada understood
Lawyer: Where is your goat? Did you bring him at all?
Yes, he is in the corridor.

The stove has its disadvantages - the uneven heating of the house, the products of combustion in the air (at least with a good stove, but still they are), some amount of physical exercise (two bags of wood a day and a truck of wood once a year) and trained automation to remember that wood must be thrown. But it has its advantages - you can turn off the water, electricity or gas, but no stove will turn off your oven!

For some reason, the window to the West, to take over the good, we cut a small, and the bubble pipeline to the offshore - a hollow diameter...

Our country is something.

We are used to spending our holidays on the beach in the Krasnodar Territory or praising Karelia da Baikal with Seliger.

And I want to share my impressions of Vorkuta.

I went, I could say, on a trip there.



The first surprise is mosquitoes. No to mosquitoes.

It is just 3.14 children of the universe scale.

Tasting jeans at once. And they don’t fly around with the hint that they’re going to bite now – they don’t eat.

I just saw you, you’re a star. The FAS.

Bite with direct pickling. The shit.



The second is the tundra. A huge green sea of grass.

There are clouds - the Urals are not visible, there are no clouds - the Urals are here. And before them, a minute, more than 100 km.



I came in summer. You get out of the train, hot. +20 is there. Everyone in their upper clothes goes on.

I think what for?

I didn’t take my jacket with me. And after half an hour it fell under the snow - the wind changed (tundra, like the sea). When it was south, it was hot.

When I went from the North Pole, I was barely frozen like the Germans in the 41st.



Many homes start from the 2nd floor.

But the streets are straight and the cleanliness in the city is perfect.



The people there are working real.

Workut, hello to you!

An avid citizen in an Odessa restaurant timidly touched the hand of a man wearing a coat:
“Sorry,” he spoke. Are you not Rabinovich?
No is! He whispered that.
“You know, I’m Rabinovich, and you’re wearing my coat!

XXX: And another man was successfully transplanted a pork. Do you know what this means?
YYY: Is he now trading in the calash line?

My mom told me recently how I met my relatives. Who does what now, who looks like, where they live, how many children and so on.
XXX: Yes, it's all like from another life, even wondering how Masha looks now, a hundred years has not seen...
WOW: She hasn’t changed much. She has improved a little, but not very much. And then she started doing it... herself... like him... HORROR! Turn around and lose weight like before.
The xx :? Do you mean the Pilot? ?
WOW: Yes of course!

semiurg: The cost of gas input to the site, when I was last interested, was called 180 thousand rubles. Yes, I think that for ten meters of the pipe comes somehow expensive, but I do not have to argue with Gazprom. He is a “public property,” and I am not yet.

Speaking the truth is much more pleasant when the solder is still cold.

This is:

and Costa Rica. There are no tanks, no missiles, not even an army. And no one came to cover anything, compared to the neighbors quite a prosperous country. The environment is the best.

LOL, tanks on the Costa Rican terrain are a very necessary thing, and missiles on its surface, too. Apparently, the Costa Rican army is called the Civil Guard and is essentially patronized by the United States, you do not call it an army. Well then strain and try to think about how it might be - there is no army, and there is a professional holiday for the Costa Rican military.

From the Women’s Forum:
I want a daughter, Ludmila Pavlovna. Only the husband Alexey."