"Yandex is a fungus. You go into the forest, found a fungus, showed on the camera - the app shows whether the fungus is edible or not.

And if the app because of the 0.3 megapixel camera confused the podosinoyik and the pale pohanka, then who will respond?

Actors in Soviet films are playing better every year.

During the stagnation, he worked as an electrician in the factory. In the workshop people with humor, almost every day something will come up (closed factory, harmful production, work volumes are small, a lot of free time).
We had an electrician Nikitich, already at the age (that was what I thought then), very much wanted to become a master. The man vanity, got to the energy of the office – appoint me I.O. The Master! And so several times. His candidacy was rejected, but the whole workshop learned about his wish, and our joke-workers, the electricists, took up the matter. First, intentionally attached to Nikitich the nickname - "IO". Nikitich was terribly offended, quarreled with Matt. Then the inscriptions "IO" began to appear in various localized places of the workshop. Everyone was rotting, and the evil Nikitich ran around the shop and scattered or painted these inscriptions. Here is the culmination:
Near the workshop in the center of the square is a smoking bedroom with bars and a hole for smokers. From the door of the workshop to the smoker between the trees is laid a sandy path with sidewalks of about 70x70 cm. In the morning, 10-15 people are going to smoke, talk.
I go out of the shop to smoke, from the pavilion - laughter, reason for laughter: on each pavilion tiles to the pavilion itself paint is written - "IO". I join the company, everyone laughs, waiting for Nikitich to come out. Finally, Nikitich comes out of the shop (an explosion of laughter), sees the inscriptions, tries to wipe with his shoe (an explosion of laughter), moves his lips (laughter), lights his face and runs back to the shop (laughter, discussion of options). He runs out of the shop with a break (laughter), tries to squeeze the inscription from the nearest plate - it doesn't work (laughter), again lights the face, squeezes the plate with a break and turns (pause, explosion, people roll on the shops and in the grass): on the rear side of the plate the inscription - "IO". Nikitich turns the next plate – “IO”. The people with the whisper are scattered by the scourge.
The night shift signed all the plates on both sides.

It’s angry when you watch reports from PMEF-2017 about blockchain, innovation and advancing development, and you still have water in the basement to heat up to wash.

At the age of seven I thought I would be the happiest person if I had:

TV with controller; Dendi console and video magneton to watch ninja turtles.

In the interview:
Do you love people?
I worked as a surgeon for 10 years.
I didn’t get to work :(

What was Pushkin’s relationship to visual art?

Several hundred portraits: close people, friends, acquaintances, state figures, historical figures, writers. Illustrations of his own works. Single landscape paintings. Drawings of birds, horses and trees. Magnificent in its rhythm, plastic displays, sometimes even transitioning into images. The paintings cover the poet’s manuscripts. Some of them are on separate sheets, outside of the text. In his manuscripts are often found vignettes, endings, designs of cover, sketches of illustrations. A subtle acquaintance with Pushkin graphics A.M. Efros thus defines its content: "This is a diary in images, a visual commentary of Pushkin to himself, a special record of thoughts and feelings, a sort of report on people and events."

xxx: I am squeezing up. I recommend Nottingham.
YYY: Is this oil suitable for the planner at the head of the shop?
xxx: the boss of the shop is better dry, and then ice.
Otherwise, you will like it and get stuck.
yyy: Musie knows a lot in lubricants

here here :

Beer and water diet.
All morning cups and tea are unsweetened.
A day without lunch.
In the evening, 0.5 vodka + 1.5 beer with "light snacks" such as fermented cabbage.
I lost 3 kg!

Three pounds? It was the liver, confess!

When you take a shower in the morning - you are sometimes visited by brilliant thoughts) in Russia, you can launch Yandex. fungus. go to the forest, found a mushroom, showed on the camera - the app shows, edible mushroom or not, offers cooking options)) well or just when you take it in the morning, there are brilliant thoughts)))

Ladies and gentlemen! I understand it all for the sake of Hollywood as such, but take care of it.
On the one hand, a shock of the inviolability of the law of conservation of energy. On the other hand, the subtlety of biochemical processes and hormonal abnormalities. You don’t listen to each other at all.
Calorie deficiency is a great way to lose weight. But the deficit can be created by both reducing revenue and increasing spending. The most effective is the combination of both. And in what proportions - you need to look individually in each case.
A significant increase in physical loads at a weight of 120 kg will lead you to a hospital bed rather than a sports fit.
Eating everything in a row, but a little and killing yourself in the gym is also not the best idea. Think with your head, people, don’t just eat in it.

Why is the first letter of the sentence not in the headline? Where is the point at the end?
“Now I know who wrote ‘Hui’ in my entrance.

One day I realized that in my past everything wasn’t so unambiguous.

I was with a girl at her parents’ house. We drank tea. Her brother joined us. We talked about childhood.

“I, by the way, noticed,” said my potential aunt, “that baby nicknames have a great impact on the child. We are out of Vitalika, - She nodded to my girlfriend's brother, - All childhood was called "Horse-Fire." He, you know, has always been so shy! He was always running everywhere. He is still active, unstable.

“And Katya, we’ve been calling ‘Puppet’ all the time,” said the prospective aunt, whispering at my girlfriend. What a beautiful woman has grown up. As a child, she was a beautiful doll.

I drank myself another tea.

I decided not to mention the fact that my dad lovingly called me a "cowboy" throughout my childhood.

I go on the street. A couple are rushing forward. With a thunder and rage, a sports motorcycle is carried along the road. The girl turns her head to his side, then asks a friend:

and fucking. The motorcycles are so small. Why is it noiser than the car?
“It’s not the noise of a motorcycle, it’s the point of a motorcyclist.

I never ate meat, in any form, just turned, only from one of its kinds. At the age of 14, I worked as a carrier on a food base, worked on equal terms with 30-year-old men, so I understood what a real job is. The next day I was served a sandwich with the cheapest sausage, I did not eat anything more delicious, I thought... now I rarely eat sausage...

I myself recently felt like a grandmother when I went to the ATM to throw money on the card, and instead of the usual flat bill receiver, I opened up some huge vertical compartment, really huge. And inside there are no designations, special decor, holders, nothing at all, only different plastic details, which only aggravated the understanding of functionality. It all looked like I took off the cover of the ATM and looked into it.

In the head goes "No, it can not be that the money should be thrown here, how he will handle them, what a fucking thing". Then I wonder why he then opened this section to me, probably for money. I was not there, I throw a package there and... nothing happens. I felt like I was down, took the money and left. Then I thought that it was a compartment for money, and how to use it then. He returned, threw it again, this time the compartment was already closed and the money was paid. In short, a little shuddered from such a system, incomprehensible as working, and open for people to throw all the shit into the compartment.

My daughter is one and a half years old, I ask how my father's name - #name, and how my mother's name - #name, and how my grandmother's name - #name, and so on. A normal, often repeated conversation. And here, just before going to bed, she lies and repeats monotonously: #name, #name, #name... Before that, it reminded Arya Stark that it was a little wrong.

A British multi-millionaire farmer died of a heart attack after he was hit by a tractor in which his own dog was in the cabin. According to the source, the dog of the farmer jumped into the cabin of the tractor and accidentally struck the engine and also accidentally could move the lever of the transmission.

I remember how a female consultancy doctor advised me not to draw because it forms dark energy.

Fuck the fuck! (I want a Nobel Prize in Physics)

I asked the name of the disease and questioned the fact that the lady gains weight with a calorie deficiency diet.
Every reaction in the body requires a strictly definite amount of substance and energy, each cell spends a strictly regulated amount of the same on breathing and metabolism. Slow metabolism is a myth. There is no and cannot be in the world with our laws of physics of the ability to add weight (even retain) with a lack of calories. Otherwise, they would have long developed hypereconomic engines on the principle of the fat girl, bringing you to Mars on a glass of gasoline.

You don’t think of one thing, sweetheart. With a serious and constant calorie shortage, the prudent body will initially minimize vital activity (to survive the hunger time somehow), and only then will start to eat the reserves. Thus e. Poor fat grandmother (I quote your ham statement) will not be able to go to work at first and will have difficulty getting even to the toilet, and only then will start to lose weight (at the same time the body will first eat the unnecessary muscles and only then will be taken for fat). It is unlikely that the girl sets the goal of becoming a thin ruin. Read about the effects of prolonged calorie deficit on health and the psyche (there were good studies during World War II) and calm down with your hunger.