Dear "Friends" please get out. Well, or at least put out your billboards less often, once a week, for example.
Now here and the fans of running around the city (#20710) have something to blame. I am afraid to imagine what will happen next, to whom more claims will arise. People in baseball? With stitches? The blue eyes?

For all competitors:

And do you know that this Thursday under the noise of the Law of Yarova was signed another one, called "On the Basics of the Crime Prevention System in the Russian Federation".

Its essence lies in the fact that months after 3, when it comes into effect, such comrades will have the full right to draw the attention of the police to you, if according to him, comrades, your behavior, your appearance and you yourself deviate from the generally accepted norms of morality and principles. And after that, you can be placed on a preventive account in the police, as a drug addict or a dropout. With all the charms of this "pophylaxis".
And taking into account what, for the most part, people go to these very "friends", the prospects are drawn not the most rainbow.

Are you still arguing? I would advise you to break off the last three months, then it will be harder with it.

XXX: What are you? How soon did the Law on Religion be abolished? The Blair-Ozimov Law? Other stupid laws?

Let me recall simple Soviet truths:
#1: The severity of Soviet laws is compensated by the non-obligation to execute them.
#2-a: "There are no innocent people, just the team was not put down"
#2-b: "the man is - the article is over"

I remember here, how, as students, my friend and I ordered phaloimitators to each other as a gift))). On the website of the intimate store, so that the customer is not embarrassed, assured that the courier does not even know what it delivers. So, now I work in a courier company and with all responsibility declare: and the manager knows, and the warehouser knows, and the logist knows, and the courier knows. by Doscanal. Up to the article. Everyone knows that you are ordering a false!

Oh, and here are, apparently, letters from harsh casemates. Only, probably, it was not worth robbing a barrel in the market, if I was going to sit for the "image of thoughts";

Idiot is it? Behind "larek" there is an article, and behind "hop-stop" there is an article, and much more.
And now a law was passed on actions that “violate the generally accepted norms of behavior and morality”, but according to no norms of any previous laws which were neither criminally nor even administratively punishable. Roughly speaking, passed by the church without worship and a sign of the cross - all, grossly violated the generally accepted norms. Welcome to the Circuit, make a record and register.
And to be funny. Wearing sandals with socks is such a vicious violation of the norms of morality that you are just blatant.

I was invited to organize a tour for teenagers. Since there was no previous experience working with this particular age, I went for advice to the girl.
Here we need to make a small retreat that we both love BDSM: I am in the top role, she is in the bottom.
We sit, so we discuss everything lively, she advises all sorts of different competitions and how to behave with teenagers, I parallelly write out what I will need from the inventory: ropes, a tight eye bandage, sticks, etc...
Two hours later, the list of recommendations and equipment is ready. I read it for a few seconds and give the following deep thought:
In short, I understand. The purchase of inventory and the behavior of the leader and the dominant, in general, are not different.
The girl responded immediately:
- Only you can not beat) You can only be more accurate if the children like it and they consider it a game... - a couple of seconds silent and thoughtfully adds, - Hmmm, well, yes, they are not different)))))))

President Carter once spoke over the Japanese audience and, in order to place it to himself, began with a light joke. The translator translated and the whole room burst into laughter. Impressed by the skill of the translator, Carter asked him how he was able to translate so brilliantly. A little laughing, the translator admitted that he translated the president’s speech as follows: “Mr. Carter told a funny story. Everyone to laugh.”

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This psychiatrist claimed that there is no vacuum in space.

Strictly speaking, he is right.

Funny is. A lot is written about the fact that the wire almost itself to a dozen can be updated: who automatically, who just didn’t get there. I have nothing like that. Go to the update center of your seven to find out, before there were automatic updates. I see, and I had a mistake there jumped out some, half a year like, and the window stopped being updated. I did not notice. Windows error saved me from Windows. Who could think.

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The Kuclacheva Theatre needs professional cat smoothies. We fail ourselves.

You broke the victim’s jaw.
“Mr. police officer, you know, he was dirty before me, I was scared! I can’t fight, so I hit where I could.
The foot?
From the helicopter, what?

The xxx:
There is no female friendship. It is myth.

YYYY :
Friendship between a man and a woman also does not exist... We conclude that the women are unfriendly creatures.

Mike: My cousin is far from me, he locked himself in a radio box in a summer pioneering camp and read loudly on the whole camp the maternity allowance that his grandmother had sent (she worked as a doctor in the camp, although she was a midwife). He described the pictures in words as he could, assuring that the child would be taken out of his ass. The door broke for 20 minutes.

When I was 13 years old, in the village where I rested all summer, my grandmother’s cat lay on my bed. I woke up in the morning and saw in my legs a small three-colored piece, more like a mushroom. Usually with the cat offspring, the grandfather had a short conversation, and nothing good for the offspring it did not end. But this time my mom decided to leave the cat and take it to the city. When they started choosing a cat's name, the options were very different - from the exquisite Matilds and Marquises, to the rural Murys and Seebs. But I insisted on my own - the cat will be called the old male name - Kuzma, in the common people - Kuzka. So it went.



I graduated from school, started dating a girl, enrolled in the institute, flew out of it, enrolled in the next, finished it, got to work, broke up with another girl, etc. For 14 years Kuzka was always around, always supported me when I needed it so much – whether it was a craving syndrome or another breakup with the lady of the heart. Legends have been around about her cat’s endurance and willpower – she could sit around the closed door to the toilet for hours, until her eyes started to come out of the orbit, to do her cat’s business.



In the autumn of 2014, she suddenly stopped eating and then drinking. The veterinarian told us that she had not long to live, and the cat is better to sleep, so that she does not suffer from severe pain. Discovered diabetes, like stomach cancer and something else. We returned home and decided to take her to bed the next day. Kuzka no longer stood up, and from every move complained. I took her to my bed, sat next to her and smooked. I felt like she was starting to breathe easier, and the seizures almost stopped. Then we both slept. Maybe it was her fate – to be born and to die next to her best friend.

In Iceland, there is a website called Íslendingabók ("The Book of the Icelanders"), which locals often use to accidentally avoid sleeping with their previously unknown relatives. The fact is that due to Iceland’s geographical isolation and the small size of the country, the population consists of about 300,000 people whose ancestors lived in the same enclosed space. Because of this, a significant proportion of Icelanders are each other's relatives, although many do not even suspect it. Íslendingabók contains genealogical information about all Icelanders beginning in the 18th century. Relatives can be broken in one click.

Do not self-medicate - let the doctors earn.

The story happened a couple of years ago, and all this time it, in fact, continued with breaks for antracts and furches.
The fact is that my uncle, uncle Misha, a pre-retirement man, bought a car, a Toyota Corolla, in 2008. I bought it from a colleague at work, thirty-year-old Vitalik, who at the time of the sale brutally deceived him - squeezed the run, carried out some minimal cleaning of the cabin, almost hand-painted from a bubble of pimples on the body. The car clearly ran more than 400 thousand, but the odometer showed a curly 120. For the car Vitalik took without a bargain (uncle Misha, a naive soul, did not even try to drop the price) slightly more than 400 thousand, although the red price for her - 200-250. During that time, any machine would turn into wood, but Toyota somehow, to my great surprise, kept. Although bad - the engine was triple, there was a mess in the cabin, the instrument panel blinked and dimly lit. The worst was the box. The kings of this year were put on the notorious, well-known in narrow circles robot, and the car at times beat out into neutral even in small traffic jams. It was necessary to stand for ten or twenty minutes, opening the hood, and then the car was driving, but with huge problems. Uncle Misha was in despair, tried to talk to the seller, but he made a brick and answered all questions in the style: "I don't know anything, before buying it was necessary to check, and so you are a fool." The last step here was the trial, but Uncle Misha refused to judge - the man is very peaceful, calm and intelligent, and better pulls everything in himself than he goes to the roof. In short, of those whom such as Vitalik are considered to be slugs and their natural prey. They generally judge the world as a wild jungle, where whoever is stronger is right. Today decency is gone.
I tried to take the matter, but nothing worked out, Vitalik and I laughed in the eyes. I wanted to move him in the rod, especially in the composition I was much larger, but Uncle Misha persuaded to end the world - to say, God is his judge. I offered my mother-in-law my car, an old X-trail (just then a new one), he completely refused - to say, buy yourself with your daughter something better, and I am old already, I don't need much, I ride perfectly on public transportation. Meanwhile, the car was not an empty thing for him - soon to retire, and so far there is a possibility, he wanted to somehow rebuild his mansion under Sergey Posad, and even retired to settle there. When I could, I carried it, of course, but I could not always - the work of myself is associated with constant rides. My heart was bleeding when I heard his stories about how he was carrying construction materials on the train - there were banks of paint, some rails, boards, tubes, the old man was literally dragging on himself like a turtle.
And I decided to help him. In the summer of the 14th year, he went to his relatives to Volgograd for three weeks, and I took his keys from the queen - to say, I turn it, I will show the knowledgeable master. The test took a strict promise from me not to spend on repairs, but I had my own plans... First I took a robot - it turned out, there were three problematic elements - clutch, actuator and transmission control blog. All this was replaced for 60 thousand rubles, and the car went like new - without scratches and scratches. Then I took the engine. I thought at first that it was possible to replace the coils, and all that, but it turned out that there was a chain, and the resource was worked out, so I had to spend seriously and go to the contract. Then they entered the brake system, shaken the walk. It turned out, all of this is very inexpensive with Toyota, well times and a half more expensive than on a jiggle, even if you take original or close to them parts. Luckily, the car had absolutely no distortions in the geometry of the body, and apparently was not in serious accidents. Then they cleaned the cabin, renewed the LCP a little bit, the tamper was placed on new attachments (there was one broken and he talked with a disgusting scratch while riding the fist). We also replaced the air conditioner compressor, put a new battery. The car, of course, was not entirely new from this, there are no miracles, but it was now possible to drive. Uncle Misha, I returned the keys, abandoned carelessly - to say, there was nothing like this with the car, a couple of screws turned and the seals somewhere changed. He believed, the naive soul, and still in every case thanks me and asks the phone of the mysterious miracle master - personally thank him. The car, in fact, is still driving, in these two years without causing the slightest problem.
But this story had a funny side effect. The fact is that the same Vitalik, who sold the car to Uncle Misha, was surprised to follow its technical evolution. He knew perfectly what condition she was in, and represented the cost of repairs (why, in fact, and melted), and for him even the fact that she was driving on the roads, represented a mystery of the level of the mystery of the resurrection of Lazarus. At first, he was simply surprised to watch my uncle Misha, and later began to ask questions - to tell how much the repair cost, what was done with the engine, what was changed in the box. Uncle Misha first waved, and then, so that he stood behind, he simply repeated my words: they replaced, say, some places the seals, and pulled a couple of screws. Vitalik made his eyes round and... believed. Strange, but scammers who are accustomed to lying on every move know how to appreciate and understand honesty. He was jealous. He bought himself a relatively fresh Passat, and already encountered a bunch of repairs - there was something on the DSC, and on the steering rail, and so on. It all cost a huge amount of money - one mechatronic in a box pulled for a hundred thousand rubles. He was missing in the services and jealously looked at Uncle Misha's king, she became for him, finally, a kind of mushroom, constantly irritating him. He even wept that he had sold it too cheaply, and complained about the penetration of the elderly, and spoke of his nobleness. Now he is again sitting without the car, again it is in repair, and the aunt is coming out on retirement days. I hope that the scammer will not read this story, and will not learn about our little secret - let him torment a little more, deserved.

Only England can afford to leave the euro twice a week.

A real man should have three pairs of cowards - one on himself, one washed, one for the event of nuclear war.