I go with my friend after work on the street. It is a pretty feminine person. As we pass by her, she asks me if there is a pen and a sheet of paper. I give.



He turns around, begins, attaching a leaflet to the wall of the house, writing on it the following: "You liked me very much, call me at the number:8-...." At this moment I catch the look of a comrade, filled with envy and respect, transmitting something like: "Well samets!". I proudly turn to the lady, and she returns the pen, says thank you and squeezes the sheet under the yard of the parked Lexus.

I watched the film “Survivor” today.

The boy climbs up the tower, though it’s too high for such little ones.

Who is it? They ask him from somewhere above.

“Sierra,” he said, climbing the stairs.

What other serenity?

It is suicidal!

We turned back several times. The word fits into the context, but not in the Soviet film of the sixties.

Finally I heard:

Away from the street!

for "free ride" as a result girls "give"

Girls don’t get to know and don’t give to those they don’t like, and for small services too. So you just get extra profits from those who would get acquainted with you and fuck you just like that.
And in what tomb all the other women saw the payment of services with sex, you will be painted in the paint already permanent residents of this site.

From 2 to 4 times a year I, the most common middle-aged and medium-sized aunt, go to other cities for a few days. Of course, I take some amount of luggage with me, by public transport, because the metro in Moscow is more reliable than a taxi. There has never been a case that, seeing me dragging my suitcase down the stairs, none of the men offered me their help.
I have no illusions about my irresistible appearance and extraordinary sexual attractiveness, in two cases out of three with me a very elderly mother. Do I also have to think that these assistants need something from me, or can I stay with my opinion that we just have good people?

Strange you have a dispute.

I personally helped carry the weights. This is the norm at work. Furniture and etc. When I moved, I helped others, when I moved, they helped me. Before the feast, women were cooking.

Yes, mutual aid does not mean that everyone is riding on you. First, the work on transfer is episodic. The second is reciprocal. No one refused my memory. No one saw it as a help to a woman. This is obviously a man’s job. Women simply couldn’t get it physically.

But the floor washing was on schedule for everyone regardless of the floor.

Note: when there was a femsrac, the men were terribly destroyed - how do you, naked feminists, dare to whisper about independence? Giving traditional gender roles, we are strong men. Cooking, cleaning and raising children are not of interest to us - we have a lot of super-heavy male duties and generally the society demands more from men.
Now it turns out that, it turns out, these mythical male duties exist only in theory. In fact, even a 10-minute help in moving that infamous couch becomes a feat of Heracles.
As we found out, most girls would prefer not to be connected, but either do such things on their own, or pay chargers. The seats in the transport guys have not been inferior to the girls for a long time and do not consider it necessary (the elderly/pregnant are inferior mostly to the same girls).
But at the same time – household duties and children should be entirely on the woman: how, I am a man.
Work on an equal basis with your husband, take the sofas and wheelchairs yourself, but at the same time be kind, coming from work, to cook, clean, wash, smooth your husband and children and serve your husband dinner, while his light rests from work. That’s fair, that’s equal partnership.

When I read the shit I want to write...
Let’s go now, you diabolics.
Where did you raise it all?! to

But then I think, well, we go down to their level, and I delete the message carefully.

I guess I didn’t hold up today. Monday is a mess.

On the 32nd Street, Hell and Israel. Flow crane, I call a familiar sanitary technician for help
Call me later when it’s cooler.
I am happy: in the evening?
C: Aha, in January

One day, on a question-answering service, a student asked a question: "This is where everyone is running Linux!!! He is a shit, right?He was answered only with one word, after which he came out of himself, began to mourn, to call, and soon was mocked. The answer was "Why?"

You’re so cute when you take off your glasses.
You’re a lot more beautiful when I take off my glasses.
Canakau: Yes, you don’t have to be a pickup.

Drawing the Unicorn
I wake up from the fact that a loved one shakes my shoulder, ticks my nose with the phone screen and asks something angry. The first thought was that the embarrassed marketing boy knew my number and now for his embarrassment I would be killed. Then comes the realization that it is a loved one’s phone. Then I see a message on the screen: "The Dragon does not collapse in the Epsilon surroundings". Then I realize that the message was sent from my phone, which is folded and lies next to me on the notepad. What I dreamed, why I wrote it and why I did not remember it is a mystery.
P.S The question of the lover sounded somewhat like this: "You know, Daenerys, we sleep on the same bed! Nathalie to Assange? Call me next time!"

Recruiters are very often looking for responsible, communicative, purpose-oriented, etc., but they themselves are irresponsible, saying “we will call you back” and not call back.

(from correspondence in Tinder)
XX: How do you spend your free time?
YYY: Well, in different ways, I try actively
yyy: I go to concerts, festivals, various other events
Yyy: We meet with friends, we walk, we talk...and you?
HH: Yes, I also mostly binge.

From the discussion of the series "Supernatural":
Two brothers who need a gun to fuck him before the battle, and then take him off with their bare hands.

Forgive me, /dev/null, for I am a sinner, and accept these two terabytes of the sinful video, for I have nowhere to build a new one.

Horn: Advertising should be such that it does not exist.

In Novosibirsk began to sell figs at 60 rubles per piece.
One of the comments "Figs are especially delicious with oil. When the bosses submit them to the corporation instead of salary."

I go to the office, and there is a guy for me: “Mash, we have something dirty, wash the floor.
“No problem,” I said, “only you pull the couch upstairs for me.
You would see how upset he was! You see, girls, lazy creatures, there is no way to raise your ass and bring cleanliness. They are always cheering that they are the masters to clean up!
In short, the men at work now call me a sting behind the eyes. Maybe right?

My brother also gave birth to a rabbit, baptism a month later
* * * * * * * * *
WOW to Peace!
Oh yeah yeah!! to
Is he baptized? Where does the peace go?

I’m in a taxi today. On the way, a taxi driver picked up another passenger. He sits in front and begins to squeeze.



The driver is offended, do you not trust?

The guy - Yes, no, just three times in his life he did not arrive and it was these times he got into the DTP. In principle, if you are so sure...

Driver: No No, I was joking.