The most pleasant thing is that with such a wickedness, my husband was avenged.

After graduating from university, in September 1982, I was assigned to the “postbox”, who knows, so encrypted from the NIH and factories, one way or another related to defense. With the employee of our department Nikolai Aleksandrovich Aleksandrov (hitting on "O") I met a couple of months later at another construction site or vegetable base. In the status of a “young specialist” I passed them without counting. During the few days I spent at the research institute at my desk, I managed to distinguish Nikolai Alexandrovich from among other co-workers. He was distinguished by his constant positive and, somewhat hypertrophic, sense of humor. For the editorial college of the stengazette he could, passing by, out of pity throw so many ideas and jokes, that then half of the institute made a pilgrimage to our department to shake in the voice. Women constantly pulled him to repair household appliances, bags with broken pens and broken lightning. To say they loved him is to say nothing. He answered them the same, but he had another “all-absorbing passion,” alcohol as such, and any alcohol-containing liquids in particular. In those years, they appeared in shops extremely rarely, mostly on the eve of holidays, and then again went into the deficit category. This attachment looked somewhat strange, because in his own expression he was a disabled of the “fifth group”, because in the column of nationality he wrote “Yes”. “Everyone thought he was a Jew, but he turned out to be a drinking man.” At the same time, even a deadly dose could not bring him down, in the eyes of others he looked just under a "light degree".
All of us, from time to time, became the heroes of his jokes, which then, in the form of folklore, walked through the institutional corridors and smokers. But one day Alexander himself became a hero and, at the same time, a victim of his own joke.
Somehow, not at all on a sunny day, he appeared to work in dark glasses, which rather emphasized than concealed the impressive size of the bleach under his left eye. Later after lunch, history became known.
The night before, Nikolai Alexandrovich did not sleep at all. The wife was already shaking to the right of him (the fact that she was on the right and the woman was large and physically strong played a fateful role). Two adult daughters were already married and lived separately, there was definitely no one to talk to. Lying down and looking into the dark ceiling was boring. Lightly touching his wife’s shoulder, he asked, “Lusya, don’t you sleep?” Lucia just shrugged her shoulder, which meant, stay away. Then, with a voice full of tragedy and repentance at the same time, he said, “I can’t live with this, I can’t fool you for so long. I should have told you this a long time ago, but I was afraid.” Grabbing on the right stopped, from which Nikolai Alexandrovich made the correct conclusion that he had an attentive listener. Again, sorrowfully breathing, he said, “Our second daughter is not from you!” With a scream, “Cobble! When you are running!Lucia, turning out like a sprinkle, struck her husband to the right.
A few minutes later, already in the kitchen, trying to stop the blood coming from the broken nose, Alexanderov heard the stormy and relentless cries coming from the bedroom suddenly ceased. Then Lucy went out, took a frozen chicken from the refrigerator and handed it to her husband, saying, "Now, attach it so that there is no bleaching."
According to his own testimony, Aleksandrov then fell asleep as a child, and Lucia, from a sense of guilt, waved until the morning.

I found the wallet!
Their own?
No, with the money!

XXX - can you suggest a remote data recovery program?
YYY - I have the cheapest magnetola hondy with a USB connector.
Attention to the formed!! He finds a catalogue of songs and plays them!
one square - the kad goes to this catalogue from there can no longer go out and chases around. You are the program...

Rekken: In the store, the reception of the goods.On the door is the inscription "RECHT", the size of the marriage floor in front of the door is a car, loaders bring a box with the goods, which has already rolled the whole floor. The sellers rushed around them in a hurry with the bulldozers. At this moment, completely ignoring the inscription, scattering the loaders, a certain aunt falls and with the delicacy of the bulldozer breaking through the chest of the goods to the shelf whisperingly cries to the sellers:
Fuck, you’d even clean up the boxes!

A heated breath. Against the backdrop of a week as off heating, the house is unrealistic. A cat and a child who hate each other quietly and peacefully warm each other under the same blanket. Moreover, the child does not try, as usual, to tie the cat into a node, and the cat allowed him to embrace (which is allowed only to the husband, in minutes of rare tenderness) The energies really get closer!

Drone
I want a day of passive rest... Olya, a couch, a series.
Olvinia
Andryusha, my wonderful sunshine, don't you think that with Olya the rest is a little more active, the couch is more violent, and the series generally go through the forest? and :)

The Chest:
From Mimi to Be-be-be – One Step

And the reluctance to learn to manage a smart and useful technique, multiplied by dangerous irresponsibility for themselves and others, an unfounded sense of self-worth, the inability to predict the situation ten seconds ahead and outright stupidity, does not deserve pity.

One cannot pity a man for vices, which only unjustified pride does not allow him to eradicate. He deserves a laugh.

With respect,
A solemn output.

by PS. There are no men and women on the road, in the sky, in the war. Driving the car? an equal driver. Taking a pen in your hand? The pilot. Raised the weapon? The Warrior. be ready.

Do you want to be ready? The kitchen is there.

Saika: And this morning I come out of the toilet of the Moscow-Peter train, the whole wagon of the cursants of Mosaika, and I am right away from the Rain-Major, so that in the evening only the sinusoid moved, I melt to the coupe and here it comes to me quietly that the coupe number I do not know, the ticket at all without a notion where

And the student is like this, polite: Girl, you are from the second!

German camouflage Flecktarn, whose history dates back to the 1930s, is considered to be the most suitable for our middle belt. Of course, because it was designed for her.

xxx: I wrote a letter to colleagues and already noticed the beginning of the letter before sending it:
"Good morning to you!"=)

Husband in the store:
- Give "Bond" light.- Seller:
- "Bond" and what...?
It is easy!
...?...? O_O
- fucking, light, well blue "Bond"!...I look like I need new lungs?

Probability Theory is one of the most useful objects in life. Although it seems strange. I had an undergraduate in Terwer, so he, with his craving for alcoholic beverages in any condition, could calculate any slot machine.
In an era, when there were many gambling establishments, he regularly cleaned one of the establishments. Soon all employees of such institutions were sent photos of our teaching.

From the Fire:
I really want to go to the Planetarium for the exhibition of Rudy Giger, but I am afraid to become a million-tall visitor and get Ladu-Kalin: on the site of the Planetarium they write that the prize awaits the winner right at the entrance :(

Conversation by telephone:

Hi, where are you?
I’m home, I’ll go to you now.
At what metro station are you?
by Textiles
You live on the Colour Boulevard next to me.
Well, I’m just in a group now.
and OK
- Only my grandmother will meet me now near the subway, I will take the money
What is a single group?
I met him in the sauna.
clearly

I had a real case - I came with my wife to visit my aunt, my wife was driving, and the courtyard at the aunt was even lighter than on the video. See - the lady approximately the same "parking". I’m telling my wife – don’t get close to her, you see, it’s going to break up now. We stopped at 15 and looked. She started slowly and then hit a car. She was nervous, started to break out and the beetle grabbed. Here she already has an amok, she confuses the pedals, and in the back with all the doors enters the car from behind. He stops at the accident, opens the door and goes to our car. I think — well, maybe I need to help, I straighten out the belt to get out, and the lady approaches my wife and begins to cry out the window:
You are all to blame!! You are! You looked at me!

NEX: [link to photo - prayer at the beginning of the session in MIFI.jpg]
NEX: elementary particle accelerators still need to boil the dish with holy water
NEX: so that the power of God helps to accelerate
There is a reactor, if
Chaosd: I shield what needs to be boiled from the reactor of the Holy Fathers
Chaos: to accelerate

I realized I was raising my nine-year-old son right!! to
XHH: Sitting, the American series is watching on Disney. There, on the plot, the girl dropped the note into the water and now breaks down that her video diary has disappeared.
my screams: "wrap the screw out, fool, screw!!and "

xxx: "the participants" MMM called me a loophole