One left-wing charity decided to redeem all the evil caused by a white man to a not entirely white man. They gathered money and created a clean water project. This is when engineers come to African villages, drilling a well, putting a pump, taking water tests, if necessary - putting filters up to osmosis, shorter, as they do for themselves. The aim is to provide drinking water to poor villages in Africa. The main benefactor is a large American company together with a charitable foundation: one is the order and reputation plush, the other is the opportunity to get rid of the sense of white-liberal guilt. All equipment had to be imported from the United States, including workers, because the local population has not yet fully mastered the technology of the keyboard. They put in one village a pilot, it even earned. After a day, it really stopped. The reason: the locals broke the entire system into metal. It was sold in cities and partly used in farms. The guilty Americans did not give up. They brought another pilot again, explaining at the same time that it was good for everyone. The dialogue was constructed approximately as follows:
Clean water for years to come. Do not go to the river, do not suffer from intestinal pain. Do not dig wells! The white people put pressure on the most painful thing, the feeling of laziness.
- We are not rowing wells, the elders answered. Why do you dig when the river flows? You white people are stupid. The water flows by itself. Sometimes on earth, sometimes in the sky.
But she is dirty! You are sick of her!
We get sick because the perfume wants it. Shaman of the neighboring tribe.

The white did not give up. They put the system twice again, it worked great, and then it was decomposed into metal anyway. The chateau of the leader was covered with strands, his ears were decorated with shiny hooks, and a manometer was chanting in his nose. The white thought. The leader is just like that. Try it in another village. But what is good about Africa is the continuity of a negative outcome... In all the villages, the stations were disrupted. Sometimes even the clock. Moreover, sometimes the equipment was scattered at night from the boxes before installation.

“You’re doing everything wrong,” people who have lived in Africa for a couple or three years said. The system should be fitted with a good fence with a clutch wire, put a guard, if there are dogs - even better. Let people go in one by one and watch them all the time. The leader must bring a big gift, otherwise he will sell this water to his own people. And it’s even better to just bring them bottled water straight to their homes every day. It is preferable in large containers of 25-30 liters, so that they are difficult to drag into the city for sale.
Will they be fat? - said a charity and overturned the project.

In Africa there is no need to raise production artificially. Especially food production.
Until a certain level of cultural development, when the excess food appears, people begin to multiply more, until the food again becomes circumcised.
This level of cultural development is not directly related to material wealth.
Therefore, if we give the Africans food and advanced tools for its production, in 30 years we will get 4 billion. Little black people who have nothing to eat. The numbers are taken from the ceiling for visibility.

We need to build schools and change culture. And material goods should be distributed gradually, very carefully and only to those who no longer believe in Allah, local gods, know how to use condoms and understand that a child is not a free workforce, but a responsibility and a gemorah.

He is the fifth president of the United States to meet Vladimir Vladimirovich.
With this flow of personnel, we will not establish a dialogue.

Askold Zapachnyy will go to the State Duma elections and will be the only specialist in this circus.

An old prostitute.

Alesia Kazantseva writes:

I once worked on a project with a young group. Everyone was very young, 20-25 years old. I am 41 years old.

I usually bypass such companies, frankly afraid of them. And in general, if I walk through a dark street and see a crowd of adult men, I am not as afraid as if a group of young people were going in front of me. Young people are always more cruel, at least because they don’t know what pain is.

But the producer very much asked me to work on that project because he was 47 years old. Being scared together is not so scary.

The whole project did not leave me the feeling that the guys broke the pile. And they fell to a very expensive but old and experienced prostitute. I work as an assistant director. The director and the operator looked at me from a distance and whispered, “You go and ask her!” – “No, go and ask yourself!”

They both approached and said, “Can you do us this?”
I said, “Well I can.”
They said, “Is that so?”
I said, “Well I can.”
And they say, “Wii!”

We came to choose an object to film an advertisement. The director and the operator came in, rubbed their beards with their fingers and said, “Well, this is a late Renaissance, we need an early one.” I thought, “Don’t fuck it, it’s just coffee.” They said, “We need to look for more.” The producer and I replied, “You understand, the customer really likes this object.” They said, “No, we have to look further.”

I made a hundred efforts a day not to shake my eyes, otherwise they would have broken, like a Soviet doll, and fell into my skull. The producer sometimes wrote messages to me, “Change your face expression, it’s very noticeable now.”
I imagined that any experienced 50-year-old director I knew would go into this same cafe and say, “Fuck, what a shit, why did you bring me here, who is the lock-in manager, who is this sink?” The director would answer, “Well, I’m saying the object is great, you don’t have to go anywhere and look.” And the operator would not answer anything at all, because he would not have been at that meeting. Adults are hardly driving anymore. They are sending their brigadier in the light. They stand with such red-drunk faces and say, “Everything is clear, we will do it.”

Recently, producer Dima, who has been working for many years, began to call out the list of the band, which gave him a young director. None of the producer's names were known from this list. He picked up the number of one girl (a costume artist) and offered her a project. The girl replied that she had long since left the profession. Producer Dima, who has been working for many years, grabbed his head. When did you get in to get out?

I once worked with a makeup artist named Leslie. In fact, she was Lisa, but asked to call her Leslie. I felt like I was calling the shepherd all the time. “Leslie, Leslie, we need to fix the makeup.” We also had many such names in the group, now fashionable among young people. I felt like a peasant among them. They said to one another, “Iran! by Gala! “Mika!” And here I, some old-fashioned Alessia, stand in a simple dress in the middle of the field, eating raw potatoes.

In short, we went to a hundred different cafes and looked for an early Renaissance.

I tolerated every step, it was physically difficult to change my legs. I didn’t just want to go. She couldn’t speak, pressing out words like an empty tube of toothpaste. I was more polite than ever! She was constantly receiving messages from the producer about her face. It was like a sick cow. Then the director and the operator wanted a coffee. They didn’t say that, they said, “We need a coffee point.” The producer's eyes with the bell fell into the skull, like bicycle calls from the children's "Levushka". Because any experienced adult director would say, “Fuck a cup of coffee!” or, “Where is my coffee? Directors can find words that paralys you, but also make you run away.

We parked near the cafe. The director and operator said: “We have a bio-decomposable non-lactose eco-coffee on chamomile protein with lavender foam and non-lactose caramel.”

I looked at it all, I looked at it, I said to them, “A second!”

I went over the corner and there was a supermarket. I almost shouted to them in the face: “Do you have large glasses of paper? Urgently!! I can’t do it anymore!!“They say, ‘Yes!’ I just pulled out a block from the prosecco at the box and poured a quarter of the portion into a huge cup of coffee. With giant lactose and gluten. The whole shop was so penetrated that they even poured ice on me. Then I went out, but immediately returned and bought another coffee from the producer.

The operator and the director immediately turned into very interesting and funny people, we and the producer engaged in the search for the Renaissance, the rain went with the gray, the winds started - that is, even the weather improved.
And these huge glasses all day long reconciled us with the fact that we were no longer young. “We will never be young again.”

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It is an experienced old prostitute that I feel most of the time.

The customer only says that he wants to open a café, and you already know not only where, how much it will need to be spent and what profit it can bring (ideally), but also that he will insist on the most optimistic landing and the maximum average check that will eliminate all risks and pay for repairs one and a half times more, because you need to "look".

And that all of his money is not, but half gives a partner who trusts him completely and will not interfere in anything - and that of course he will.

And that the first administrator will be a niece, and how it all ends.

By the end of the first phrase, you can already predict the date of the first bankruptcy with an accuracy of up to three months - and not a minute has passed since the moment of your meeting.

And nothing, nothing can be done about this, this knowledge cannot be passed on, even if you turn out in a way. By the age of 18, a person is already confident that he knows everything in the world, and he only needs technical executives.

We have a unique project, you’ve never seen it before!

- 50% advance payment will be ready in a week.

To watch matches with the participation of the Russian national football team is the same as watching the film "Chapaev" over and over again, in the hope that Vasily Ivanovich will still sail out.

xxx: In my school, in 2002-2004, the teacher of history was an open atheist, while in the course of history lessons he led the history of religions and openly put Christianity in line with the myths of ancient Greece))))

And I still believe that the best potential teacher in religious studies is an atheist, since all religions are for him exclusively of research interest. Causes of appearance, influence on society, concepts, etc.

Xxx: One day a friend came to me and we sat down to play in the blower

This is not what you could think, but a tetris for two glasses.

The point is that if one clears two lines, then the other wall rises on one line with chaotically placed squares in it.

Three or two and four or three and so until each other falls.

We went for an hour or two and I won with a 32-30 type count.

As she cried, it turns out nobody before could win her in tetris, and I did not have enough life wisdom to properly comfort her.



Yyy: Dough but not Dough

The son (16 years old) has a girlfriend Julia (first!) meet for half a year.

Almost every day they see each other, or walk or visit each other.

And today she went to the competition for 10 days, he went to accompany her.

He returns and says:

Fuck, that is all. 10 days of freedom. The eyes are so happy!

I am in shock: how? Are you happy? I thought you would be sad...

He immediately turned:

No, well, of course I’m sad... But you know, now I’ll be able to see boys more often and play more on the computer!



I thought: Well, it should be as if my wife and children went on holiday after 10 years of marriage)))

Does your calf want an iPhone but behaves like a sheep? It is Huawei, not the iPhone.

I read the recent story (https://www.anekdot.ru/id/1220823 ) and decided to share it.

I worked in a large holding. The companies we had were very different, including a pair of trailers (one of them is the official dealer of the most famous European brand). Clearly, the masters there worked a variety of professionals. Bodybuilders, electricians, aircrafts and, of course, motorists. A good master, he is always on the weight of gold, and a motorist, especially.

We also had one, Medvedko (all names / surnames have been changed), an exclusively literate man. As from Asus. Already in the summer, for half a penny, but there is still dust in the powder. Combes he did not crack on the Nepali flag, he also did not issue a five-year-old at four, and in general, he did not work quickly, without excessive turmoil, calmly. On the other side, you can say, even slowly.

On our Ramson, like probably everywhere, there was a scourge. By the way, 34% of the work in closed orders went as payments to blinds. In my memory, I may not recall that Ivanych (he is Medvedko) would have the largest output and, accordingly, the salary in a particular month. Yes, he was always in the top five leaders, but he was not the honorary number one. On the other hand, if on average for a year to look, he left all the Stachanovs and Zagladovs far behind.

But the main plus of Ivanich is that he was a wonderful partner and mentor for young slugs. He explained, taught, shared and helped. In a word, he educated. He was treated with great patience and understanding. Not from the top down, but as an elderly companion. Very rare quality these days. For two years Ivanovic worked in a pair with his son, removing from him also a very foolish master. At the batin level he did not reach, but nevertheless, became a very decent speaker.

Then they threw up and said, “Ivanash, it’s time and honor to know, share your experience with others.” Especially he did not oppose, and began to pick forward boys into his partners. Not green newcomers, but those who already knew something, but who were far from the status of real masters. Who for six months, who for a year.

So, we had a very glamorous guy in the reemzone, Andryucha Bogdanov. He was a little, somewhere 23 or 24, I don’t remember right now. This is the man whom God kissed. A talented guy, he felt the car very well. His San Sanich, our chief, who commanded the raiders, dug somewhere (he had talent, the cadres are good to find). Andryucha was a little, hardworking, but also had a good character. The soul of the company, I can say.

Ivanovic immediately noticed his talent. I treated him, almost like my son. And I will tell you, it went very literally. But the most interesting thing is, obviously, the salary. Medvedenko with the company was always stable, but for Andreika, the work with an experienced master was expressed in a rather significant rise in well-being. The young man was a whisper, so the bear advised him everything:
You, my brother, do not hesitate. Valk, valk, all will be right.

But, unfortunately, with Andrew it did not work for a long time. As long as he worked in a pair with Ivanych, everything went perfectly. For 7-8 months, he and Ivanych worked, learned, soaked, and felt that he could do more. I asked to work myself. An unusual request, I have to say, motorists usually tick in pairs, but respected (I don't know why the chief of the remsons allowed it). Medvedenko was upset, felt that early the guy leaves, not all the knowledge passed on, but in general they were well separated. Well done, without insults. Ivanovic just said:
Andrei, you don’t get all the money. Do not lose your head. A lot of money, big problems.

Immediately I noticed, I stepped Andrew on the mountain, and he stood. No you, outdoors, smokers, longer sitting at lunch. In the second month of independent work, he closed several large orders. The head of the remzone calculated, so he had to pay 230-240 thousand. And now it’s not bad, but consider, then in the courtyard, for a moment, it was the beginning of 2008, so it’s big money. I was given a salary certificate as a signature, and I was stunned.

The Seven says:
What should we do? Man has earned. For garlic, you have to pay.
He in response.
I need to, but I am afraid. Experience suggests that a guy will get rid of such a profit. Money, of course, we do not get rid of it, but let’s, not all at once. We will pay half, the rest later when the production falls. I am afraid.
A risky decision. I hear the fucking fucking. I say.
It is under my responsibility.

Well, paid Andrew half, the second promised later. Also, by the way, a lot went out. But, as I thought, the bull rose. Let us talk, tell us:
Tiger meat is not. The bourgeoisie offends the proletariat.

The spirit of Andrew did not fall, the next month, worked about the same amount and demanded everything at once, plus debt. To reject it is somehow inconvenient, especially on the rack, the team is cohesive, everyone knows everything right away. The shooting in the posture was, "we'll lose the guy and lose," but I hardly broke him. have paid out.

The boy mocked himself, the girl appeared, the shirts. Friends came from nowhere. I noticed that Andrew was drinking. No, not at work. There is no problem with quality either. It works two or two.
- Go to the bathroom, on your legal holiday, I have the right.

Well, the matter is young, "wipes up, everything will be the way," we think. Everything would be fine if it weren’t pants. The crown has appeared, but no one can break it. Ivanovic tried to talk, but there was no conversation. No, don’t think bad, Andrew wasn’t rude to him, nothing like that, he just didn’t get rid of it.

The third month is the same. Production is crazy. Andrei is just a Hulk.
Have talks,
I can’t do that. Who are you all? Loaders and Unemployed. I will rest, come back from vacation, show you how to work.

I went to Turkey with my girlfriend and new friends. Excellent hotel booked for everyone, acki Rockefeller. The river flowed. There was a service manager with him on vacation, so he said that Andrey did not dry out on vacation. As he started on the plane before the departure, he never stopped. To rest like this.

He was brought back to the tomb. Banally, one night I broke over, decided to sink, to dive into the swimming pool from the run. On the drunken bench did not take into account the banal fact that the pool on one side is small. Injury is incompatible with life.

His mother came. People say black from sorrow, I thought this phrase was like this. It turned out, no, really.

Andrei for the last, part-time month, to pay about a hundred thousand remains. We paid her everything, plus I pulled out another 120 pieces from the top in the form of help. This is to reassure the conscience, although what there is, reassurance.

Unfortunate and very offensive. The guy kind. and talented. I could be a great master. If not alcohol. And funny money.

Sevka was right, the acquaintance of human souls. Unfortunately, there are such people, they cannot pay a lot of money, even if they deserve it. They are fooling.

And Ivanovich probably was right, the valley needs, the valley needs. Big money is big problems.

Russians will be allowed to collect algae after storms. Popper is like popper: yesterday the valley, today the algae. Life is going on!

Xxx: One day my mom asked me to grind the carrots on a Soviet meat machine. When I started it was hard, the pen didn’t spin and my mother cried that I was weak. After an hour of mowing about three kilograms of carrots and simultaneously pressing a glass of juice, I went to rest because my arm hurt. Mother grieving approached the meat machine and began to spin it but could not twist it. When I removed the meat mower, I found that I forgot to put a knife and I pressed the carrots through the meat mower for an hour without a knife.

This is what it means to cut without a knife.

The human hearing is interesting. “Give me!” Repeat loudly several times. “Take” is enough to whisper once.

A acquaintance said:
I live in a fairy tale where a father had three sons. Two are wise, and the third is not of this world. Instead of my daughter’s sons. Two seniors (beauty, smart and medalist) grew up and chose typical female professions - one studies for a psychologist, the other graduated from MGIMO, speaks freely, reads in several languages. The boyfriends are running.
But the younger was distinguished - an outstanding at school, the "soul" of the class unexpectedly after the 9th went to college in the specialty of "metal processing", received a red diploma, now works in the factory on CNC machines, and parallelly studies in his specialty at a non-residential level. And recently excavated a welding machine in the barracks at the country, uncovered her father to teach her to work on it.

P.S At the same time, it cannot be said that the youngest daughter is a feminist or something like a man. She wears dresses, uses cosmetics, shoes on clothes when she goes on the street, boys look around, swallow saliva, get married...

By borrowing money, you buy other people’s problems.

My husband’s friend is Pasha. Such a special companion. A few years ago, he told me how his parents chose his name. They bought a list of names and decided that the list will be read, and what name the child will react to - so they will call it. The baby cried by the name of Pavsekakiy. The parents scratched the tail and decided to call the nearest more decent. He became Paul.

After this story, many things have come to their place. Because this known man, though written by Paul, is indeed a Pavsech. This name is fairly suitable for him.

Yesterday I walked right in the center of the city. And it’s not funny, a healthy man put on full pants. And the thing was so, I walk on the street, I don't touch anyone, and here I wanted to pierce. And on the street, and in the frosty day, God Himself commanded to give copots. And I especially like this matter, to give gas, I am a mastiff in this matter. When I allow gases at my neighbors' house, the air pressure is extinguished.

So, and I decided to run. Pernul, when he pierdled, already realized that he had pierdled his own. I’m standing in my pants and I can’t do anything about it. Gammon himself climbs without even asking me for permission for this process.

I’ve always wondered why when you’re serrating at home, you’re serrating quietly. I squeezed out a gram of a hundred, and the butt once, and cut, then turned the page in the newspaper, ran through the headlines and again the portion of the catch out. When you look at the pants, there is no talk about any portionary calupressure. The ass opens and climbs. And the ass opens so wide that I have the impression that she, without my consent, participates in the competition "cut up a 30-cm-diameter slope and win a mobile phone." I wonder if I have a cell phone in my ass.

I laughed at my spells, seriously. I am standing, sweating, the very center of the city, to the house as to Moscow on my knees. I stand, and I try to find a way out in my head, something to do. Walking for three hours, and this with full cowards shit, this thought cut off immediately. Then, pretended - on the street frost, let me think I will sit on the bench, fucking frozen, and I will then be in the subway, and so I will run to the house. I sat down on the bench and sat in my ass while it was warm. And here's the idea, if the shit in the cowboys freezes, the eggs will also come in a kajak. I even got sick of that thought. He got up. People are walking around me, they see that I am thinking about chatta. I am standing and can’t understand. Then a genius thought came to me. I will go to the entrance now, I will go to the elevator, there the cowards will be removed, the ass with them will be wiped out, and I will go home quickly.

I go to the entrance and call the elevator. I am standing, and fucking already cooling the beginning, the feelings, let’s say directly, are not beautiful. At the entrance I understood another thing, it really smells like unwashed cattle from me, and it smells very strongly. The elevator arrived, I entered, I pressed the button on the fourteenth floor, and with the other hand I stretched out my pants, well, so that time would be enough for the elevator to arrive. The doors began to close and here a cute creation of the female floor enters the elevator. Shame on the writer.

You are on the 14th floor and I am on the 13th.

Well, I’ll walk with you and then go down to the floor. Of course we’re going to eat, I just pressed the button, I thought, sticking my pants.

The elevator went, and I was all, the noise in my head, my back was sweaty, and the shit had completely cooled.

And I think the smell in the elevator started very strongly, because this creature looked at me somehow strangely. And I was freezing, like it should be, I didn't joke in the elevator and it's all here.

And the fucking writer, somewhere on the 10th floor of the elevator made us a great reverence, said goodbye to us, and the light went out. I almost got angry again. The elevator is stuck.

Is the elevator stuck? The girl asked.

I understand that yes, I pretend to be an intellectual. And I think what to do with my shit and my dirty ass. Something must be done.

And then this thief, presses a button, and begins to talk to someone, call the address of the house and ask for help. I imagined that the monters would come, start taking us out of here, asking why it smells so bad, I wanted to fuck even more. It was dark in the elevator, but the eye was shaken. And then I realized that while it was dark in the elevator, it was necessary to quickly take off the pants, then remove the cowards and quietly put them in the corner. And when the lights are turned on, she will see the light out of habit.

I stretch up my pants, scratch things so that even I am scared.

- What are you doing? she asked with a heavy heart.

- Yes, I arrange more comfortably, wait a long time - and I drop my pants myself.

What is that smell? she asked. I really barely cried out that it was I who was cried out on the street and therefore smelled shit sho writer, but I give another:

- Yeah, the bastards are in the elevators, do not breathe - and I have completely removed my pants, I am standing in the elevator in shameless trousers. I thought that the shade would turn on the light, the girl would really give an end to what was seen. I have nothing to do, I continue to work.

The virgin began to swallow her saliva very loudly, apparently she was also scared.

And I scratch things.

I think about myself, like to catch up and quietly remove the cowards. Imagine what the smell would be.

“Man, you don’t hurt me, please don’t touch me,” the girl cried out.

“Well, you know, in my mind, I am the father of two children, I go to a comrade on an important question, how could you think of me like that? – I replied confidently, and I began to loose the cowards from the ass. It smells like it smells like it smells like it smells like it smells like it smells like it. It does not smell like in the toilet, it smells so that the flies still lose consciousness on the flight, then another week in resuscitation. Devacha, too, felt something wrong, began to sneak quietly in the corner.

- Stop you, I will not touch you, I say, and the cowards themselves have already ripped off their ass, and I think, how can they be removed from their feet so as not to fade in shit?

The virgin, in my opinion, has gone by the brains in general, is sitting dumb, sculpting and chatting, probably praying what thread she reads. The coward has lowered his knees.

“A man... a man,” she cried, “please don’t kill you,” and go on so stupid.

- Yes, I need you, I say, with the very problems in the throat, you gave up on me.

I lowered my trousers just below my knees, and I really understand that my pipe is full, my legs in the shit, my ass in the shit and the smell, until my eyes tear.

The virgin, in my opinion, from the smell was finally fucking.

You, you, you are... she’s melting.

"Why do you, you, stand calm, I tell you someone joked, I see I entered, here it smells.

The Virgin sat on the floor of the elevator. I almost lost consciousness from my smell.

But on the other hand, I understand that we cannot delay, either now or never.

Shortly I bended, removing the shorts from one leg. On the floor of the chatt flapped, in my spells it was a coward of cowards. The virgin in the corner is just washing like a cow.

I got caught and removed the cowards from the other leg. I was so relieved, half done. I stand with the cowards in my hand and think in which corner this crap is sitting, well, not to throw a coward on her head, and not to get on her own pants. He listened, ah, he sits opposite, so in the opposite angle you have to aim.

The whole shit went unnoticed. The light turned on and the elevator went.

When my eyes got used to it, I realized that it was not the case with the girl. Her eyes are like fifteen-inch monitors, her mouth is open, her hands are hanging, her mouth is like a fish, shorter, I think, the fuck, the tower is shattered by terror. And here I understood. Picture in the elevator. I stand underneath the belt naked, all in the shirt, in the hands of the coward with the shirt, and I look at the girl. She shortened another five seconds with her mouth and stumbled down on the floor. Everything, I think, was gone, I still lacked the helmet in the lift.

Decided not to waste time, cowardly his ass and his legs wiped out. I wear my trousers and stand as an honest citizen, waiting for my floor. On the floor a girl, probably dead, in the hands of a coward with a man, what I held them I don’t know.

When the elevator arrived, the girl was still alive and lay on the floor. I thought it was awkward to leave her in the elevator in such a state, and I pulled her upstairs. He placed his trousers carefully under his head and ran out of this house.

I can’t understand what [CENSORED] she was so afraid of.

After all, when it smells like a shit in the elevator, it means that someone is crazy, but if it smells like a shit, you can be scared here, they will fuck, although I don't see anything terrible here.

And yet, I squeezed your coat a little, and wiped your leg on it.

On Mondays, the alarm clock is silent. It’s a weekend, shit.

I live in Toronto. My friend works as a project manager in a small construction company. Call to talk. I hear a rather thoughtful voice, asking, “What are you doing?” she (again thoughtfully): “I make a schedule of football matches...” At the same time neither she nor I are suspicious of the interest in football (I, for example, was not aware that the European Championship had begun). To my directly asked question “what kind of?” followed the answer: “To plan work with subcontractors.” My confusion grows, so the explanation follows: “To know which brigade when will not go to work. For example, the Italians have concrete, so no concrete work for the days when the national team of Italy plays, can not be planned, one shit will not come out. Who has the roof? The Portuguese. So no roof for this day, and if, don’t give God, lose, then for the next. And I still need to look at the edge of my naked eyes to be in the subject and maintain the conversation!”
I know very little about construction.

A French tourist in Israel wants to make a boat trip on the Lake Tiberias. The owner of the boat calls him the price, he quickly translates in his mind and says:
Five hundred euros! You are crazy!? to
But, Messiah, on this lake Jesus himself walked on the water.
Not wise, with your tariffs.