– You’t eat chips, but walnuts – they improve the work... of this... well, like it... well you understood.

XHH: in us, the radio engineer was transferred somewhere to the programmers of учиццо
He walks, he boasts, all of himself.
I remember at such moments of his tail loosening, as he said at the exam, that the frequency in the dukes is measured.

What and what? In school, biology and physics are denied. Are we on the same planet?

Google "in Krasnodar region schoolchildren are told about telegony", there is a fairy tale.

here here :
iliabvf: To become a free man, you must drop a slave out of you. Chechov Anton Pavlovich
Is it because of these words that Chekhov is being removed from the school program?

Agree, there are very few. Therefore, of course, those who want to study learn on average.
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My grandmother was born in 1912. According to her stories, at that time such teachers were the majority. Maybe that’s why that generation did what we’d stumble upon. And the interesting question - where are such talents now and why are they taught in their place? Isn’t it because this gray mass, instead of stretching to the level of the best, drops the bar below the plinth – and you are already helping it, considering that bar a normal one?

1: IMHO, these smartphones will degenerate humanity. Or at least its civilized part. All smartphone users are full of shit and whimpering. Instead of ticking in the tachskirns, it would be better to go to the turnips.
Don’t tell me...I’m your way, shit and whistle?
1: I did not say that. Facts, you are a frame, a mountain of muscles... You even pull 10 cuts on each hand!
So this is why I got stuck on one hand to pull? I would like to read the second part of the book.

From comments to the article on geektimes about the victory of man over AI in the game Go:

XXX: I was sick with AlphaGo too. for our future. Congratulations to the robots!
YYY: And you seriously expect that after this comment they will spare you?
ZZZ: There is no chance of people in the future war with Skynet, the only hope for survival is collaborationism :)

I read in the news on the Hubble:
“The most popular bomb launching device among Islamic terrorists is the Nokia 105 phone. Experts say that terrorists prefer this model because of its reliability and long battery life."

A lucky coincidence. I just picked my child’s first phone and looked at the Nokia 105. After this news, I will definitely buy this model to my minor terrorist.

When I was a student, I had a relationship. The young man was a "local", I was a visiting provincial girl living in a shelter and living on parental subsidies. As the guy believes, he regularly jumped in guests and regularly empty the refrigerator. At first, it even pleased, because the guy was positioned as a "true man", who needs a lot of money to maintain the reality. Then it became financially stressful. Like every young and naïve idiot, I came out of the way: at first I noticed that it would be good to have something for tea. I got cheap chocolate. I went to the trick - so it seemed to me in any case - and on the next visit told me that there was nothing to eat, we went to the store. I went, I picked up the products, the winner joined the game, I also skilled something. The shutdown arose at the box office, when the man, almost aside, left, only that the cashier did not think that he was paying here. The moment I’m not proud of is the phrase “Couldn’t you pay?“From my mouth broke. The man pays. He wondered when I would repay his debt. My nerves gave up, I said everything I thought. And in response she received a genius: "I didn't know you were so mercantile."

"State of work in the specialty from 1 year - desire to work and develop in the field of domestic violence"

What a guard?

In the dining room he asked for fresh water. I slept. What had to happen so that he could clarify?

Now oldfagams are called people who as a child watched "Ghost Stories" and "Gammy Mice". I worked in those years...

As a child, my friend and I loved walking on tubes. They were not changed for a long time, they were old, rusty and all their insulation was broken. And also, my parents from childhood instructed me that you don’t need to put a pad on wounds, because it’s dirty. Going for a walk, a girlfriend went to the toilet in a big way. She cried out to me, “Find me a frog.” And I said to her, "The scarf is dirty, it's better to look after it." I made her cleaner from the insulation of the pipe watt...that day we first learned what is glass watt...

In one popular blog advertising post about budget devices for the "smart home".
Under the post comment: “Very useful devices. Now everyone who wants can cheaply convince on their own experience that the "smart home" is expensive, bulky and uncomfortable.

I stand on the light and look at the advertisement poster on a truck standing next to me.

E-e-e.... Designers, dear ones, when before you the text of the look "... We are leaders. ...", good advice, choose the font more carefully.

The team is two people and a girl.

to obey! Do not help him.

I watch the series all day.
Watching TV series is not looking for work
XXX: Is it hard to find something?
xxx: "Simple 23-year-old girl earned a car for 4 million in just a month" <link>
YYY: No thank you
yyy: I don’t have such a good tissue regeneration

I remember when we first brought our city cat through, on the street and never before, to the village, it mastered quickly. In the morning, I drink tea and look out the window. Beyond the house goes to the pond family with a dog, the cat washes on the lawn under the window. Distracted for a second literally, I see: a cat, pulling its tail, cheers boldly around such a small dog. You had to open the window and choke on it, he ran off the bars to the window, hero, shit. The cat was noticeable: his tail was like broken, short, like a riot. He walked around the village, as if he was born here, periodically he was returned to us by foreign people, in short, hungry he did not go openly. Crystals all suffocated not only in the underground, but also in the bath. And that creature, who had crossed his back by drunkenness, I would personally castrate.

There is also a key phrase in the comments (and capsome): “...what is the difference between this fictional story and the real one? If this happens every day?” I regularly read it lately in comments to blue boy stories...

I went with my brother’s family to the mountain ski.
A three-year-old niece, watching her brother descend from the mountain, joyfully said: "Papa is a fucking skier!"
A more accurate description is simply impossible. As they say, the baby’s mouth.