In the group with the title: audiobooks for pleasant leisure

1st S is King. lighting
2nd F.M and Dostoevsky. Crime and punishment.
Three by P. Zuskin The Parfum

Oh yes!

Help with advice:
Why are you unemployed?
I have a judgment. And with it they take only in the courts, in the burgers and in the deputies.

Come to us in Belarus. No one will take you to court with judgment. The choice you will have will be small - either the chairman of the colloquium, or the deputy director for the reconstruction of some plant.

xxx: We even had an elite school, but we behaved with teachers just like assholes. Like any other school. How they endured it, I just can’t imagine. still ashamed. But our Obzhist, a retired colonel, made us like no one else. He found a way not to write to the controls. We wrote all the tests in anti-gases. Filming was allowed only by handing over a sheet. It was removed earlier for removal. And it’s really funny – when the whole class is sitting in the anti-gases. And if you start to laugh - the glasses will sweat, not that the stove, your leaf of shit you will see. And you start to mess up in the wrong way, it is very burning because with this respiratory box you knock on the table or on the neighbor. In general, a great uncle, left very bright memories.

Prolog: made the site, all questions about the domain, hosting, installation and development the customer took over. Received the money, handed over a disk with the distribution and a text file with the installation manual. A month later, a call from the employer (Z):

A: Something from your site has no effect, no one customer in a month.

I: Well, what do you want from me? The design you liked, the disk with the site I gave you... the rest to marketers and advertisers...

Q: I have already applied, dearly. I asked for the address of the website, but you never told me.

I: You said you’re going to buy a domain and hosting...

Q: Yes, but it’s later, now we need the site to start working, the rest afterwards.



All this time the site existed only on the disk, lying in the safe.

Recently, I realized that the best jokes come from life. told a acquaintance.

They have a parking at work. And, one day, a freezer stole her car right in the middle of a working day. Called the mentions. I have to say that they saved there on everything, so from the guard on the parking lot there was only a young guy, recently from the army, nothing knowing, but agreed to work for half a day. Naturally, he saw nothing, heard nothing. There was a video camera out of the parking lot. So he joyfully approached the victim and the police and:

I watched the camera recording. Everything is seen there!

See who was driving the car? I asked one of the law enforcement officers.

“No, but I was able to see the number of the car,” the guard replied and stretched the paper to the owner of the stolen car.



P.S The car was then found.

of 20042,

Speak for yourself, girl, there is nothing to deprive me and a sufficient number of women of the opportunity to spy on beautiful naked men. And on the ugly I just popped, well, there is a half-naked insurer, well what? Maybe someone will like him, or maybe he has this in life the only joy, or maybe he will otherwise fall from the heat to fainting. I don’t look at that stupid. I look at beautiful ones with pleasure. I will not die without this, of course, in principle, if no one is going to walk naked, that is also normal. But you don’t have to spread your personal sexual junkyards to our entire sex, okay? What is the nonsense that women don’t like the bodies of men except as the body of a loved one and only during sex? Why a male striptease? So why do the actors play in movies?

xxx: Do you want to look at the substance of the former star? Look in the mirror. We are all made up of such a substance :)
Yyy: You can also look at gold products, if any, and think about the fact that gold is only synthesized at the time of the supernova explosion. The star died in torment so that you could wear this ring.

We have a culture of consumption.
KKK: No, the cult of consumption emerged in the USSR, when things had to be obtained by clever circumvention. Then there was a foolish idea about praying for them.

The morning after a costume party in the role of a bomber:
"People, the advice of the day!! With all my heart! No matter how hard it is, no matter how much you want to do it - never pour your head with sprinklers!!! This is Trace!and "

And bad memory has pluses. I read the spoiler yesterday, but I forgot it today.

Maybe Peter is different.
In Peter, most of the escalators are as long as the hobbit movies, so only selected people run up. At the peak hour they are in two rows.

>>>you feel the difference between "indifferent in terms of sex" and "contrary in terms of aesthetic perception"?
Guy, and you feel the difference between "to dress as comfortable to yourself" and "to dress for the sake of the aesthetic perception of others"?
What, all the rest around you, except for the thick-haired uncle in his mantle, wandering over his affairs, is so unconditionally aesthetic and beautiful? Grey floors, dirty cars, dirty bushes, rough roads... but the low-clothed man eclipses everything!

Shit all the shit, go back to the humor, fools.

2016 year, April

In the United States, SpaceX successfully landed the first stage of the Falcon 9 rocket on a floating platform.

Orthodox activists cancelled the Batushka concert in Moscow

You could not buy jeans from the right manufacturer.

Wake up man! In the USSR, you couldn’t just buy jeans. Just go to the store and buy. Only by hand. There was no mention of the right manufacturer.

Learn to listen without exaggerating.

Zodlbayka 20042, how you talked to me, talking for everyone. “We girls don’t like half-naked men, give a costume.” AARRRCH!
I probably am not a girl. I live in a seaside resort town, I am pleased to look at weak muscular guys (from purely aesthetic interest), and a man in a suit, though expensive, though cheap, in the heat near the beach causes only confusion and the desire to twist his finger at the whisky. But no, fucking, all in costumes, or jeans with shirts, as you dare even think of putting on simple shorts to the knee and a fighting jacket in thirty-degree heat.
I wish you, the author of the story, the most critical and sociable grandmothers in the world at the entrance. That as soon as you have a shirt shorter than your ankle, the whole city already knew with what area you are sleeping today, in what poses and at what prices.

I live on the second floor. When I stand on the balcony and the girls stop looking at me with a nice smile, I’m not deceived. Below the balcony, probably cats.

>>> It is there that the pipe is wrapped. The employee asked "which tube?". I answered without blinking the eye with the "unsewed austenitic tenth". Then pause and roast.

I personally saw how experienced car mechanics when viewing NTV series in hearing diagnose problems with movie cars.

When a collector girl calls me, I just tell her the truth that I am an adult, bearded, forty-year-old, eyebrowsy man with obesity and a beer bub. And then politely and very obsessively I attempt to get to know her. It is a pity that I have not met any of them yet. The cable why are they throwing away (men, by the way, also, tell me why???) is

Not leaving the house:

A shit in an empty place! Those who are disturbed will always find something to do. to the children in front of parents, baskets, large sports bags or even better grandmothers with bags on wheels, which take up to 3 steps at a time.

I don’t count how many steps anyone takes, I myself never stand up to anyone, but sometimes protection from the fool does not save from those who are able to think only of themselves.
Yesterday, the grandmother standing in front of me with a bowl on the wheels, stepping from the escalator, suddenly froze in place and started rushing with her bowl to do, because of this I just had nowhere to go down from the escalator, and I was almost knocked down by the big aunt who stood behind, she also had nowhere to go down because of me and my grandmother, and the escalator, unfortunately, was over.
There were still people standing up and down, a lot of people. And if my grandmother had not finally left, and my aunt had not picked me up under the stomach and pressed me like a cat, it would be hard to say how it would end.