The late evening. We hear a terrible noise in the living room and run to check. All okay, this younger got up from the couch with a laptop, caught up in the bed and starred on the floor. The main thing is that falling he held the note on extended hands. Pofig, that grabbed the beard, but the technique is whole.

XY: How are you doing?
xx is corporate. and Fairy.
Xy: I wonder how it looks at school) Tea and biscuits? Or even a champagne?
XX is vodka.

Working discussion of the project:
"We have a project on which the defense capability of the homeland is bound to make five shit programmers.
- Look at it differently, before you were only two, so in the past year we increased the resources involved in the development by 150%.

xxx: The most dangerous butterfly in the world is a balisong knife
YYY: The most dangerous butterfly in the world is Angelina. A friend called her to the house, and she bit him so much that he had been on the bandage for a month.

The forum. The first comment under a message from another expert:
One more crown shrugged his head.

You know, I’m a programmer and a little boss (with a right if not a voice, then a whisper). So, I don’t know a girl programmer with the other equal preference to a boy programmer. Because boys go into programmers, among other things, because "money is well paid", "work in a warm office", "it’s more prestigious than a sales manager" and "you can play toys in your free time from work", and girls – just because they want to be programmers. And as the number of girls who want to become programmers is growing slower than the number of boys who want to get higher salaries for prestigious office work, the percentage of women in the industry is slowly declining.

>>Who, tell me, guessed to name the airline "Icarus"?

The same expert who named the fuel tank "Faeton".

What did you do this weekend?
I went to the zoo with my kids.
How does the cat live with the cat?
-Eeee... In fact, the rys was alone...But she threw over the cage...I think she was upset. The cat has abandoned her.

A new, exclusive MacBook.
Materials are bamboo and nubuck.

Why did you go to the Institute X?
YYY: History is that there was a choice between X and Harvard. I met for a long time in the choice and stuck to the end. And here I am.

The fucking moderns are burning in hell. There is no shortage of shortage of shortage. I take off from here.

I teach computer science to 2nd grade children. The task of drawing in Paint cartoon. By the way, in the textbook is drawn Gromozek. Children, of course, have no idea who it is and ask - who is it??? I am a groom... Voot.
At the end of the lesson I go through to check the tasks, all beautiful letters above the drawing the inscription "HOMOSECA". >< Where are we going?

c) Suslichek

By the way, "care for nature" is the greatest hypocrisy of mankind. Nature does not need to be protected - it has given birth to all the stars in all known galaxies, and the excess of a bag thrown away will not harm it; but people are fucking.
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What is the cause of “caring for nature” – hypocrisy? For example, I care about nature only because it is more pleasant for me to live in cleanliness than in the landfill. And I am a puppy, a puppy of nature, or not a puppy, that I prefer not to wrap up with bags, which in just a couple or three million years will turn into nothing.

When I was a first-class student, the practical lessons of some pickup workshop were held right in front of our institute during the warm season (from somewhere in late April to about mid-October). All the students and young teachers have already perceived these "practicants" as an element of furniture and on numerous "originals" they have reacted about like bird trellis in the grove - well, there is, you will not seriously talk to singing birds.

The few boys (I studied in the evening department, which does not give armor from the army, so the boys were either "non-workers" or already serving, but they were in any case a vast minority) were, as it turned out, not aware of such a spicy detail of the girl's life.

And here is the end of June, the summer session, a warm evening. I go to the subway after the exam, and I get one, second, third, and I measure them with a contemptible look and go on, all so independent. The next day, my classmate Max called me on a date - it turned out he was walking a few meters behind my back, watching the whole scene and decided that I was an offensive fateful woman, because men are so massively indifferent to me. We met for five years and almost got married.

Overall, I personally think the pickup is a great thing.

What fucking shit is this site?
Q: Are you concerned about the ignorance of its users?

It is strange. I see such containers and a few rubles (completely thin type as single-use plates - or as for ice cream at 0.5kg which) and 30-40-50p in shops such as Ashan are already quite thick - but still another 10-30 times the maximum.

More or less decent really rubles 70-100, but this is either very large (0.7-1l) or still sets of 2-3 pieces. And the plastic there is already thick and higher quality.

Those that do not melt in the microwave and do not flow into the bag of the faithful are worth a hundred per piece, and yes, it must be large enough for the husband to eat. And +100 r for lunch every day? Yes, and it has to be a joke of some sort, so as not to wash out just one container.

From the discussion of the article from Habr:

xxx: And if you only get the next everywhere, you can get to the yandex bar.

Snaiper: Yes, these birds seem to joke at my car!

She must be careful in everything, any defect will be much harder to be ashamed, and boys are initially granted a moratorium on laziness and hooliganism.
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Not that against the common message, but to slander the vocabulary meaning of the word "moratorium" was still worth it, as if it was not used in place :-/

I tell you, they never understood me at all. Now they need to get married, get married – and this is me, a man who returned to freedom six years ago and is not going to say goodbye to her a second time! They also announced to me after the third grade: "Vanechka, you will go to the camp for the summer," and I was at that time counting in "Youth" and "Contemporary" about the Terrible Gulag Camps, which wiped out all the memory of the pioneer camps, and caught hysteria in response to their offer.
Captain Gray: But did you go to the camp?
I went wherever I went. There, of course, was no GULAG, but I still limited myself to one time. and :)
Captain Gray: Once in a camp, once married... I’m afraid to ask what you have with your gay experience. It does not count once either.
Go to Nakher. and :)
Captain Gray: Is that why you don’t want to get married?