The pure truth.
At the end of the 1990s, an ordinary case between ordinary
tax and tax. With respect to taxation, ESA.
From both sides there are not too mature lawyers - a young girl from the tax (obviously just graduated from the university), and I - then generally still a student. Both of us are a little scared, more - interesting, and also - well, I really want to win the case, so we are both pale-red and slightly upset.
The judge - a solid gray uncle in a coat, looks at us with indulgence, sometimes even hears andins an absolutely unobtrusive look.
I try in my fiery speech to prove that the tax authority missed the deadline for sending the demand for tax payment (which was important - in essence, it is almost 100% win of the case), and I pump quickly, because there is nothing more to say.
The girl, apparently, upset by the unexpected arguments for her, also flamingly begins her speech: "Here you are saying that we missed the deadline... Oh, you missed..." And fills with paint, gathering with further thoughts.
The indignant gray judge, waiting for a three-second pause, also calmly and kindly decided to help the girl: "No, well, the first time you said everything right!“”
The girl understood everything and quietly sat down on the chair with wide open eyes.
The curtain.

Does your body normally react to a bite?
He’s starting to fight Matt!

How to explain to a girl that the recording “B. “Nadia” in my cell phone, is not the phone of some idiot, but the phone of my grandmother?
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To give her a pencil and explain that climbing on other people's phones is not good.

I got about a hundred happy tickets. I am tormented by the question, if I make a soup of them and eat it, then what kind of happiness will I be?

Why are the stars on TV? They are tired of order. Who cares about their personal life? Why put it all on display? Why not show a story about heroes?

Although there was such a broadcast on TVC "Moment of Truth", interesting, there was talk about morality, honesty in power and society and about heroes, so here, they told how 2 rural police officers held Kamaz with their hands (!!!), which moved from the hillside (not removed from the brake) on the children passing by, as a result of the deterrence of Kamaz, a police officer died. They saved the lives of more than 20 children. And they took the local newspaper of this city, and there in large stripes was written about who married, divorced, advertisements and other details, and only on the last page, in the corner, a small font in several rows was written an article about two policemen heroes. I had tears and I was ashamed.

YYY
This is the end of my career if I continue like this. The nervous system as a screw cannot be restored or restored.

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The Aitishnik Imho in these conditions learns Zen, and learns two mantras.

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To suppress anger on users and to cope with large volumes of work

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First "Put up...Put up...Put up... "

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The second "From-M-M-M"

Toli spoiled, Toli scared, Toli so, accidentally, I yesterday dreamed suddenly, What I am "meid in China".And I live in Hong Kong I am, \ Yellow, narrow-eyed \ Yellow friends, \ And wife, infection, \ I engage in uchu \ And kung fu I own \ With a tiger kimono I wear \ In it I sweat. \ Hundreds of grams and awards \ Cups and medals, \ Everyone in China says, \ What I am a strong little \
There was everything in my battles, speed, pressure, force, but came to us on the other day, Vanya from Russia, he looked at me, and said with a breath, What my kung fu is HUNYA!!I exploded like a fugas, I began to get upset.\"Oh, you are Russian... foolish,\What let us fight"\...I open my eyes\White coats,\I can't shake,\I lie in bed,\All in bandages and bandages,\Hands, legs in gips\Noise in the ears\Less easy to drown.\With sadness through the tube I eat,\Twelve days,\And I want to say to everyone, \No jokes\Be a tiger, a lion, a serpent,\Or skillfully drunk,\Fear as a fire,\Russian Ivan, Don't dare argue with him, in my own Russia, \Not in my own country, \Not in my own country.
This clan is powerful!I woke up, wiped out the sweat, let me be beaten in my sleep, but I am proud of our people!We have won!!! to

From the Fire:
Depending on which regions we are talking about. Dagestan, Chechnya, Ingushetia - there are no drinks at all, and kiosks with alcohol are shot.
If they don’t drink at all, where are the kiosks with alcohol? Shoot a clean shot? Hygiene

The best cleaning for the tongue of the nephig is not that brush from the advertisement, but the finger with the long nail of a girl!
Yyy: Em...fu...and how she just tolerates.
She usually sleeps at such times.
YYY :

In a classic layered test of 256 layers.
This morning I roasted the layers, folded the paste twice - 512 layers. It was delicious.
But here are the ones I put together again - 1024 layers were badly baked.
The gigabyte layer doesn’t recognize my shower!

P.S Anonymous, don’t believe in the “ends of the world,” “Wang,” and other “pavloglobes.” There will be no end of the world, I guarantee it!

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by Oneto? O_O

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From the "socionic chat"

I am a xxx, what should I do?
Writing novels about Boyarsky.

Secret: we are fighting copywriters, we only buy pirate products, I already have a 1C pirate at the company

87049: Didn’t they tell you that buying pirate is bad? Get rid of the internet!

Two weeks of labor and your breasts like in youth
Figase, 2 weeks to work to get your breasts 1 size again?? to

Stop of public transportation. On the opposite side of the road, looking exclusively at the bus coming to the stop, steps on the road and begins to move slowly long-legged blonde creature of the 20s. At this time, driving at a decent speed due to the turn of the jeep, at the last meters from the girl, tricks around her, going to the side with the right pair of wheels. As a real blonde, the girl is absolutely uninterested in the sound of the brakes behind her back, because in clothes and makeup, multitasking is not her hobby. And judging by the look, her goal is one, to remember which bus is best to get to the desired stop...
At the jeep, the door opens and a pretty cute and stylish young man turns his back to the departing miracle:
- Girl, please tell me where is the nearest transition?
In response, this beauty turns and, seeing a gentle and, most importantly, not a poor young man, begins, blinking with his eyes, gently chatting about the transition 10 meters ahead and 15 meters behind.
So what x... am I not going to go after the transition?!!! to
Stop the bed.

If you have a sense of humor
And the word “Huy” is funny to you.
Say straight, clearly and loudly.
Fuck the shit!
It is...
Congratulations on standing!

Smoking light cigarettes is like washing a loop with baby soap.

M: How many of you?

D: 2 pieces

Two girls are two?

D: We are only two.

What in kilograms?

D is 120

M: wow, I will come to 120 kilograms of girls)))))

Unbelievable but a fact!! to
Robots who survived a temporary power outage, tell about the blue screen at the end of the tunnel.

We need to offer tea and ice cream instead of asking stupid questions to pull or not condoms.