Victor Zinchuk wrote on FB:
“Stop faking that I’ve allegedly reacted badly to the play of such great guitarists as Richie Blackmore and Ingvey Malstine! And do not include me in the trio "Observers" or what else there invented! I am neither Lozha nor Mikhailov.

What to do if a snake bites: 10 tips of a herpetologist and a snake"

Just sit down and wait a little - soon all the problems will end.

Give up your meaningless stuff!
The heat has come to our city.
It is 28 degrees!
The only thing that stopped me from going to the beach was the shadows of snow hiding in the shadows. Leaves on trees, grass, mother and mother-in-law flowers, and snow!
But that’s what stopped most aunts from taking off their coats and hats, I don’t know.
Siberia is in horror on May 1. They promise zero and snow.

xxx: guys, I have a problem with accessing the joycasino
YYY: Look at the series.

Believers are different.
Atheists are different.
Very different.

One thing is obvious:
When a believer type "abortion prohibit", "secas is devil" - it is clear to all that the degradant;

But when a believer of the type "I want to believe and do not impose on anyone, but I WANT on the basis of his faith to make decisions on the prohibition of abortions" - this is not understandable to everyone?

Use an analogy with literacy:
Does it make any sense to allow an analphabet to make conceptual decisions that affect other people’s lives?

Believe it or not is a purely private and intimate matter, but if you are, for example, a member of a government or a Duma, or otherwise make decisions for other people, leave your faith at home.

Ladies and gentlemen, recommend a good book about sales!
The dead souls.
Zzz: It’s not about it, it’s about shoppers.

Uraaa chat is broken!! to

Miller entertained the chat with Stvorova for 30 minutes.
Cause of Caps.

I heard from a colleague in a conversation about the unsuccessful shipment, what is new: "...this bl@j, Velko Popovich manager!"

Do not put anyone in an inconvenient position - study Kamasutra.

I myself have lived in a private house for a long time... True, a village to call a house, located 30 km from a rather large city, the language does not turn, but still! My own home! It’s not just words, it’s a whole world for a normal man! Accidentally stumbling on the network on this article, I penetrated as such, and I want to present you, though not my own, but very consonant with my point of view. A story written by a woman. (from the network)

A man in the village knows his value.

Where do you feel better: in town or in the countryside? I asked a few men who had time to live in the city and then moved to our village with their wives and children.
And this is what they told me with their gentle men’s words.

"In a village house, a man has a place, and in an apartment - not" - this was the main idea of their monologues. Well yes. In many apartments guess that not only a woman and her children live here, you can only have a pair of 45-size slats in the hallway. Everything is comfortable, clean, stylish. There is no place in the apartment. There is no place to hang out fishing gear. And hunting guns will not be installed: children will find, if little. The man in the city apartment has few points of application. Repairs are rarely done by anyone, and if you do it yourself, then you almost do not need to drill the stones, mix the cement and tile on your square meters. Repair five to ten times in a lifetime. A man is alive every day. And he must somehow manifest himself in space in order to feel alive. Well, he crushed all the blood suckers in the Stalker. Sitting on the Internet. Sitting on the sofa. The rubbish brought. Of all real male activity, only sex and this unfortunate garbage remain. Therefore, a man from this paradise at any opportunity runs to work or to paintball, or to drink beer with croissants, who also do not understand very much, but they gave up here, and, in order not to understand, live on the principle of "Let's drink, let's have fun, let's forget the sadness." And on Monday he’s a strawberry again...

In the village it is different. There is a proverb that says the place of woman and cat in the house, men and dogs in the street. All of our acquaintances have built or got from the past owners of the house garages-time-sarai. They hang, torch and dismantle what is the joy of the male soul: car parts, fishing gear, tools and mechanisms, workpieces and what is unfortunate to throw away: a half-kilogram of thrown nails, an old broken voltmeter, a body from "Mercedes". Every man has something that should be kept holy so that he is calm. Women do not enter the garage. And if they appear, then only on the threshold. Accordingly, a man enters the house to eat, fix something, and at the end of the day – to rest, love his wife and sit on the Internet, if he wants.

Men are different here. There are former programmers who did not hold anything heavier than the keyboard before moving. There are former military soldiers who have seen more than a pound of wreckage and are able to survive in any conditions. There are elevated ascets, there are lovers of eating and drinking. They are happy with life. The only thing that unites them all is that they decided to relocate and did so. If this happens, in the future, male power increases according to need. Sometimes it takes some time for adaptation, at this time a man roam uncompassingly through his fields and in horror looks at the crumbling pillars and a metric buryan. In this time of the future owner is better not to rush. In general, the changes are rapid.

When a man appears in the village on a PMJ, he dissolves very quickly. In a month it is well known in the local business store, in six months the park of screwdrivers and grinding machines is doubled, and the collection of links on the Internet is enriched with forums of carpentry. And the man begins to capture the territory and return to his essence. Men’s actions are ordinary, but – unlike office work – are meaningful, carry a profound message and bring results immediately. He made a couple of plans in the border - a protector. He went out with his spade into the garden and excavated the fat smoking earth - became a strawber and feeder. He replaced the shaking shiffer on the roof - rescue the family from the rain. It becomes clear that without these specific men's hands, the house does not stand and the courtyard does not spin. The woman here also realizes that she really is, on whom to rely, and who participates in the farm not only with her salary, but also with her hands. And here the man receives his portion of respect and respect. The one that is difficult to get, spending the evenings behind the comp and on the couch.

That’s why urban men either acquire bathhouses or run away from women to work. There, striking the bath shelf and fighting with the boss for a salary increase, they can become a reality. And at home – they do not behave as men, but as good, caring, educated boys, and wait for when you can go back into the big world and feel like adults.

In the village, the same man of strong years, with education, professions and some remnants of knowledge, accumulated in the "work" at school, becomes a satisfied life and a valuable owner. No woman will make him “do everything together” anymore because he has his own business. The men. That extremely positively affects relationships, health, worldview and longevity.

I know a lot of city men who tell me, “In the village you have to do something at home, on the farm all the time. And in the city everything is comfortable, there is more time for family, for yourself.” As real practice shows, urban men do not very understand where to give them this time. And to old age, they are beaten down by dull bunches in the courtyards, standing near shops, and looking at their puzzles. Rural grandparents at the same time of life are fun and wretched. They don’t have time, they have to do something all the time. And they do, knocking on the ass of a running wife and conspiring through the fence with a passing neighbor about the evening domino.

When I argue with my wife, we, as a band at a concert, start with new material and end with the best hits.

About the names.
My father Vova had a scarce imagination, so I was also called a Wolf.
In the school was heard a lot of offensive and funny ' about me' stories.
But then suddenly everything changed when a simple uncle with the usual name Boris called me to him.

About Illy

The chief is called Vladimir Ilyich (pursuit - Krupsky)
They wanted to give him a model of the mausoleum on April 22, but decided that it was cruel.

The government offered to deduct part of the salary of Russians to retirement (c) RBC
Punishment is empty. I need more money, Sir.

Payment by contact card.
I received an SMS "You are connected to the service "Autopayment"".
The operator of the MTS advised me to send to their special number the text type "AUTOPAY", the sign "minus" and 4 digits of the card. Fig to you! and 1.5 rubles. I have written off the account!)

In the "Personal Office of MTS" this service is not removed.
He wrote complaints on the websites of MTS and the branch of Hell, Sberbank.
Answer MTS: We do not have access to Sberbank cards, this service was connected by the bank.
Sber’s answer: We don’t have access to MTS phones, this service has been connected by MTS.
Both advised to walk to the nearest dealer of this opossus.
The girl in the office shrugged her hands: "This service was connected by the bank!".
A young man in the bank branch after inserting the card in the ATM stated: "This service is not active, we cannot remove it! Remove in the "Personal Office of MTS".”

He came home, in the "Personal Office", both hanging service and hanging.
As it could not be killed, so it remained.

Somehow, under threats to write to Rospotrebnadzor, the prosecutor's office (and at Sportlot) in another office of MTS burned this hernia.

It turns out: if you pay by card for the MTS phone at least once, such a free (temporary free, yes, MTS? then the tariff is 5% of the amount of auto payment, but less than 5 rubles. for each transaction; payment for a month in advance 50 rubles.; the balance of the advance for the next month does not pass"?) is

Atheists, Believers and Opposition

Everything will fade when gardening aunts try to turn the faith of those who do not have a garden into their garden.

At the work began the song about the demonstration on May 1 (for retreat), some immediately repented: like Easter, cross march. And Pashka replied badly: “Well, fuck you, with your demonstrations, even if night, even if day, I need to work!” You fucking argue.

Soon on May 9. A few years ago, I went ahead of the celebration. On the street the television shoots and the correspondent distributes Georgian tape. Runs to me and stretches, I refuse with the words: "Sorry, I did not fight and I did not deserve the tape," and then seeing her on her chest the Georgian tape, I ask: "And you have the Order of Glory, what degree?"
I am proud of the victory, but to appeal to the fighting glory of others is not dismissable.

Once, when I was five years old, my brother and I did not share something again and I went to complain about it to my mother in the neighboring room. While she was walking, she turned her head from side to side, and behold, the head turned to one side, and it was not possible to turn it to the other) They called an ambulance, put on a tire) And my mother is still sure that this brother turned my neck) Although I have long admitted that I am myself)

Do you decide everything now? My opinion is not the account. I was going to rest now!
Sereg, stop roaring on the cat and remove the pot.