From the Diaries of V.V. Yershov - about the Tu-154, 1993

In flight, we do not fully trust any of our systems, units or instruments. Neither the six-stringed NGO (“Cybernetic Companies’ Pallot-Greek”), nor the unfortunate radio compass, nor the praised ABSU, nor the insidious automate of traction. And the whole flight is based on the principle: watch, look at it, stick to the side. It flies on almost every flight. Only you guess: what gyrosystem in the course system goes, and where; what air horizon is overwhelmed (a little bit, and there is); what speed indicator vibrates; on what parameter - azimut or distance - do not trust "Michael"; what locator hit: just barrachlo, what is mainly our "Groza", or in general, honest shit, the X-ray apparatus; exaggerate or lower spending meters, whether the fuel meters are rolled, and in what group of tanks more fuel; why the plane is curved, leaves the course and holds the tangle in the drive of the autopilot; whether a tablet with a tape-card lies heavily; whether a communicative radio station with a range of 16,000 kilometers or simply a failure to pass the waves.
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be ready! Always ready!
I still love my bite. You won’t explain it.

XXX: A month ago, I picked up a cat. He ran under the windows and spoke with an inhuman voice like that goat. I tried to throw him cheese from the balcony, but he knew it was, and other cats ate the cheese. They beat him, which became an unpleasant discovery for me from the world of cats.
Yyy: I share the surprise xxx, I have never heard cats beat cheese before.

It is summer,
I go to Dacia.
in the hands of the wicked
Patch to Apache.

And it is obvious that the solution is simple, and there are countries where everything is implemented: at first, men begin to massively perform half the housework and take half the decree, as a consequence of this, the working skills and experience of the women are increased, the population is growing and compared to the male. and Voila.
But as soon as this thought snatches into the brain of the Russian man – oh, it’s all! Babes are foolish, lazy, and they know that we will not pay them money to fight with spindles. and I? And what am I? What a decree, I am carrying money in the family!

XX: So that day has come.
I’ve been preparing for it for many years – 16 years, more than half of my life. I trained, read books, prepared morally and psychologically from day to day, repeating to myself that you just have to accept and do it. I have visited forums where condemned people like me have gathered and read about their experiences. I knew it would happen someday, I knew. But I still don’t feel ready.
However, there is no way back. All the bridges were burned. I have to do it. Today and now.
May the gods help me!

Where is the "Find a Job" button on this site?

Interestingly, all those who think it is right to dismiss women at the first signs of pregnancy, agree that all the others should be dismissed if they can not do their job for a long time (broken the working arm or received another injury)? Somebody will have to do their job all this time.

One hundred percent of divorces are due to marriage.

At the institute, a guy started taking care of me. And here we sit in the cafe in the evening, and he says in a romantic whisper that he has devoted his poems to me. and begins to read. I have loved poetry since I was a child and I know a lot of them. In general, little of what strangers, as well as having to fix it, confused. He badly told me that I would never get married if I was so smart.

Rabinovich, if you had a million, what would you spend it on?
Why spend, why spend right away?! to

Do you take your passport with you, Surprise? - RFID chips, look at the light of your photo, do you see dark rectangles? And in the right places they humbly announce your arrival.
>>>>
I thought about it... and made a iron envelope for my passport.

<Salovey> my uncle texts in word rules...

Review of Grim Dawn

No, I understand it all, I even understand why the guy who explodes my swords and pistols with dynamite to disassemble them into spare parts is called an innovator. The method is innovative, hule. But why do I have to provide my own dynamite for this, and pay for it? Where is the logic of the game creators?

WOW: What is the game? You just described the work algorithm of Skolkovo.

The management of the “Uralvagonzavod” reports that the new combat vehicle of fire support “Terminator-3” is being created as a version of the modernization of tanks T-72 and T-90.

We will have our skinnet with a lap and girls.

The Greeks are one of the most astute peoples in the world. When they learned that I was a Belarusian, they started trying to speak Belarusian. As a result, in two weeks of rest in Greece, I heard more Belarusian language than in 25 years in Belarus.

told a friend. He studied in forestry.

I was sitting somehow, relaxing in the community on Saturday night. Suddenly there is a group with him.

WOW, it’s a million. I want to put an eyelid in my ear before the disco.

Shut my ear! – Shut my ear!

I didn’t shake my ears, and I don’t know how.

I have everything with me!

And this guy gets from his pocket a nail of two centimeters in length, a bracelet, a decolon and a healthy hammer.

I will put my ear on the window and you will test it with your nails.

Do you understand what you are saying?

- Yes, everything will be okay, only the beam is stronger, once - and the hole is ready. A matter of seconds.

Look, you have to live.

This fool puts his ear on the window, Vovan slightly knocks the hammer into the ear. The ear is reliably and qualitatively attached to the wooden window - the nail entered the hat. The client eats, the blood flows.

Take off the nail!! to

What is?! to

The Lord! Find passengers faster! and ores of pain.

Where to get the passports on Saturday evening? Well, Vavan went to look for them. Looking for 40 minutes. It brings. This piercing lover is waiting for him, shrinking over the window (he did not know how to put Vova). The knees from tension shake, blood flows. Ten minutes later, the nail pulled out - afraid to damage the ear even more. He poured an ear column, inserted an eyelid. A man on shaking legs stumbled at the disco - to boast.

The customer returns in half an hour. Roja is sprinkled, sprinkled with saliva:

What did you do to me, Peggy?

In what sense?

You broke my ear! In this ear only the blue eyebrows hang. (These prejudices were in the province in the late nineties.)

You put your own ear on the window! I have your ear to the light bulb.

Break the hole in the other ear.

Are you sure?

I am sure!

Look, I have warned you.

The client puts the other ear on the window, Vovan with the usual movement knocks the nail. Blood again and scream.

Take off the nail!

What is?

The passengers!! to

I gave them back.

Look for it!

He went again to search for passengers. Where I used to go, there is no one. Time even later. He was looking for them for an hour and a half. Try somehow to attach the ear to the window and stand the clock. Remember the horrors of the Gestapo and Lubyanka. Pulling the nail turned into a popular entertainment for the whole community. The Attraction. He pulled out the nail. The tortured piercing lover was able to say only one thing:

You went on... with your eyebrows!

Not very intelligent terminals at Sber. I pay the penalty (now with a 50% discount!!!) He proposes to make a car payment!! Black humor... Can there now be any more discounts for the regular customers of GBDD?! to

Telephone conversation with students:
Hi, we have arrived!
And you are who?
It is me and Petrov.
Okay, and I am who?

<Pv>: yesterday at the daughter at night the temperature was 39.5... quarreled with the wife in full, called an ambulance.
<Mozyan>: the fuck! What a diagnosis? Did the ambulance say?
<Pv> is the emergency? No crew at the moment. You stay here! Good mood and good health!
<Mozyan>: here are the shots (

PS2 Businessman - he is either successful or quickly no longer a businessman

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and grand!
that is. Either you are currently writing in your own plane’s seat or stuck in a dirty chair in a dumb state office.

Another funny joke on the subject:
You psychic...
And you plant potatoes for 150-200 grams. mosquitoes and the mosquitoes eat you in vain. You laugh and think. Well well. I have 2 liters of salt in the refrigerator in the morning... but here you, Scuchi, tomorrow from the bowl go... go to the sea to fly...
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The fucking! What do you drink after 200 grams of salt in the morning?

"Oh the bartender!I am the same as this gentleman!!!" (from an old anecdote)

To get drunk, I only need one drink.
Is it serious? Only one?
and yes. It is usually the eighth.