Xxx: a freezer with experience can show fractional numbers on fingers

Xxx: I once said I don’t have a PC, only a console. They wanted me to be healed and to die.



YYY: Well what, has he healed?



ZZZ: Dying

We arrive sometime on Saturday at noon on the red Solaris with my wife to the Lente.

I am after yesterday's influences from the morning a little "subsoft", so my wife is driving.

I say :

- Now I'm going to jump in and buy something to chew up, wait for me here before entering.

I jump into the "Lenta", I quickly go to the stalls with alcohol. I throw a beer into the basket for myself, well, and so as not to hurt my wife - champagne, kr. Wine and water for the evening. It all goes to the box. I flew out of the exit. I see the red solarium. I open the passenger door, spit on the chair, grimpe a bag of alcohol, and say:

They chased!

A woman’s unknown voice:

Where to? ? to ? to

I, without turning my head to the left, having assessed the situation that the torpedo is not mine, jump out of the cabin and see that my car stands further in front of the entrance, without turning, I run away, but I hear:

and man! Where did they go? ? to ? to I agree!

...

and ah! It was a long time ago, I was already divorced, but, woman, if you recognized yourself, you needed to scream louder then, and even better - you needed to get stuck in the bag and not let go! ...

xxx: There was a "psychological" test in the class so in the seventh, the most remarkable question - "Do you trust your parents?"

The test is anonymous, of course, and that’s all.

I warned my parents in the evening that I had put a crack in front of the "I don't trust" point because it was obvious that anonymity was deceived. Approximately a week later, they gather an emergency parental meeting, asking both parents to attend (if possible). And with a dramatic whisper they read a list of children who do not trust their parents.

It is genius! Does the child not trust their parents? Well, let’s not trust the school! And we will also cast the ground for the scandal at home, then he will definitely start to trust his parents! That’s how it works, I tell you.

You have to convince him that it is his fault.

Bad power is harder to re-elect.

He worked with the dealer of one Japanese brand, the director - brother of the 90s, who became regional oligarchs.
May - July 2009, in the country the rise, cars are flying, from one car show a month sold up to 380 cars. The margin is more than 20%, money is a river.
In the body shop line one and a half months ahead. 2 brigades, working for 20% of the cost of the norm - hour, according to the schedule of 2/2.
The men can and want to work, on their own initiative come to work with the bedrooms, after the closure of the workshop work until 3 - 4 nights, then sleep right in the workshop until 8 in the morning, and again in the fight.
As a result, an unprecedented increase in the profitability of the body shop, and the average salary for brigades is 140,000. Then the new "four" in the salon was 125k.

The time comes for the payments of the SP, the notice is carried for the signature of the General, and then it was broken. “The caretaker? So much money?! Fuck them, not for 140,000!” Attempts to report that they all work for 1/5 of working hours, and that each, having earned 140, brought the company 560 - are ignored. As a result, the verdict: to pay 80k, and in the future to establish this amount as a salary ceiling.

It is clear that immediately after that the “night shifts” ceased. At exactly 20:00 the brigade stood up and left in full composition. And by the end of the following month it turned out that 80k guys produced weeks for 3. And try to force something to do a master who knows for sure that he will not be paid for this work. At the beginning of the month, the car cost 3 days. After 20 numbers, from a week to two. Even if you suck. Everyone is doing something, turmoil, no one is sitting without work, but the repair is not moving. Yes, and I, as the master of the workshop, understood them perfectly, so I did not want to punish them completely.

As a result, a month after the wise decision of the general, the total net profit of the shop fell by 2 times. The director crashed and metal, but there was a second wave: rumors about a long repair flew through not the biggest city faster than the wind, and the people began to go to other auto salons. A row in a month and a half quickly dried up to 3 - 5 days. Following the clients came the master. Then well a lot where paid, and good bodybuilders were always on the weight of gold.
As a result, in 4 months, the net profit of the shop fell from 8.3 million to 3.1 million.
On Mondays, the General broke his hair out of his ass and metal thundered: "Where is the profit? Where is the sale of spare parts? Where is the product, where are the customers? All the fines! Cancellation of Cancellation! Cut the lunch! I will teach you to work!!
I don’t understand, a piece of shit.

I retired in August, when employees were leaving every day. The car salon survived, and still operates, but in terms of revenue is barely much above the threshold of repayment.

When will the delivery services make the paid option "Take the garbage together"?

Xxx: A neighbor often comes to his wife and constantly complains about the son, the sister, the price. I do not participate in these conversations, but my wife once asked why she had this negative communication. The answer surprised me, “If you compare me to her, you’ll love me more!“”

And after all, the right wife is not a comparison in favor of the neighbor.

Xxx: My cousin shrugged her eyebrows under zero, and then painted them with a pencil again. A cover of a mayonnaise bank was used as a tapestry. Because she had the perfect curve.

And then one nightmare day the sacred cover disappeared. As it turned out later, she was hidden by her mother-in-law, in revenge for the jeans taken in secret and stretched with a thick ass.

by God. What a tragedy it was. What suffering and pain. I think if a sister had lost not a cover, but a leg, or even two, she would not have been killed.

Well, yes, on my question, and in the end, you pull your eyebrows under the root, and then paint them again, they looked at me with sincere regret. Like a hopelessly sick man who was going to take a mortgage for twenty-five years and wondered why he was rejected.

Irene, you don’t understand, I’ve got the answer. by Ni-Fi

So I also still don’t know. Are their own native eyebrows not so suitable?

At beauty competitions permitted cosmetics, makeup there all kinds and beautiful dresses and this moves forward the light industry and the beauty industry. It would be logical to allow doping for athletes and exosellates for heavyweights, and this would develop pharmaceuticals and high technology.

Once at the parental gathering (the brother was then in fifth grade) read several works. One of them was a little girl - she described how she spent the summer in the village with her grandmother, told about high needs, labor feats and all that, in general, as they say, a five-year-old at four years old.
“But especially I would like to point out Sasha’s work... and here the teacher calls her brother’s surname, it’s definitely the best. Listen, it is just a work of art.
Then only the composition was read.
It told about how he and his grandmother were in the Botanical Garden, about the autumn nature, about how he watched the falling clay leaves, in general, all that. Moreover, the description of the process of falling the leaf extended to virtually the entire composition. But it was done so skillfully that everyone was applauded.
The only one who remained dissatisfied is the father of the above-mentioned girl, some high-ranking nomenclature worker: - We know how these works are written, parents will write, and then la-la-fa - a work of art...
Our father laughed: - You know, we have nothing to do with this work for one simple reason - we were not in Kiev with our wife, we were flying to Leningrad... Otherwise my son's work would be very similar to your daughter's work... )

How was the genius Vladimir Vysotsky right when he sang: "And it is inappropriate to remember what the theater of the MHAT appeared!"! to

Xxx: The fucking fucking fuck. I can't write while someone is standing next to me, it's inconvenient to stand with a whistle in your hands and wait until he leaves. The worst nightmare is to meet someone like me and we will forever be standing with scribes in our hands, unable to write until one of us leaves.



Yyy: This battle will be... wait... legendary

Happiness is the feeling that everything is right.

The grandmother locks the robot vacuum cleaner in each room for at least half an hour, so that it (I quote) “wasted the vacuum cleaner normally, rather than pick up and go to another room.”

We have social elevators and they work very well.
Not everyone can buy an apartment in the building where they are installed.

Xxx: I am 44, offers to change jobs come 1-2 times a month.



Yyy: And always from the current work.

I live in Riga, I drive an older Audi A6, sometimes I go for spare parts to a small store. It is held by two brothers, a Lithuanian, never thought that the communication with the seller gives so many positive emotions.

I: Good morning, I need the right front upper lever.

Seller: Well what to say, if you sell a car and do not like the buyer very much, that is, China-8€, if you save a lot, then China too, but better, for a year will be enough-12€.If you respect yourself and the car then take Spain-15€, cheap and high-quality lever. Well, if you get money, then take a German for 25€, quality like the Spanish, but the box is beautiful.

Here is such a simple and obvious explanation, it is a pity that such stores are gradually giving up under the pressure of large networks.

xxx: worked in a door office, and there was a large corporate order of iron doors for the whole multi-storey. In short, the lifting of the door promised the Nihua grandmothers, because 50p for the floor is not a fur-flies in 2005. Well, we went with another guy (the former Airborne officer, I don't know the truth or not, but he had at least paratroopers "for you" and "parachute"), came to the object and wavered, the doors turned out to be heavier and raised on two entrances, four pieces to the floor and all this from the first to the sixteenth. I entered the first entrance, and the gastarbayters are already tinting the walls on the stairs. After evaluating the scale of the shit, the stological laziness and the care of one of my only backs, a shameless plan was born, reliable as a Swiss clock, with which I went to the robbery. Having explained that the doors are iron, heavy, and the stairs are narrow, and said as if we did not have to restructure after us, it is true that there is one variant: "I see a crane you have with a large crane, and what if the doors are fucked in a crane and a crane to give us?" He thought and agreed. We stumbled on the door, and ourselves walked to the 16th floor, pushed out of the balcony, prorab began to supply commands in the rack. The crane stood on the other side of the building), and we began to slowly press our doors to each floor. But then it happened, but if the first just pulled, then in the middle of them it is not so easy to get out of the swimming bath, and you have to go into it by serving your partner. Here the VDVshnik pale, said that Nougonahui and in general, the shorter I used. oh fuck, what untransmitted sensations I experienced then, it is just shit. To say that in the swinging bath with iron doors under the frozen autumn rain is scary - not to say anything, but greed and care for the health of the back turned off the fear, and we so much in a couple of hours earned very good grandmothers. I no longer thought of doing such a shit, I am afraid of fucking from the height of the table, but I was not offered such money anymore.

Those who, according to the latest fashion, constantly introduce different anglicisms, either know English too well, which is doubtful, or, more likely, have difficulties with Russian.