In college, I was taken into a literary association.

One of the most stunning characters was the lady, clearly painted the image of the Snow Queen from the Soviet cartoon. A walking ice. She wrote poems corresponding to her appearance. And here this lady reads a poem from the scene, where as an image appears the thin light of a projector lamp. One of the spectators, a young uncle, during the discussion asks:

Have you ever been to a prosecutor? How would we, in your opinion, open the dead if the lamp was dim?! to

I don't know how the next creative biography of the lady developed, but I would have moved on to writing children's songs in her place.

If a foolish boss starts asking you, “When will you get the same salary to do an extra job that you shouldn’t do?” you can answer, “When will Half-Life 3 come out.”

Damn, what a fun classic of domestic cinema! I decided to see the Joyful Boys in 1934, I understood where Kusturica took everything from.

XX: entrance of fun guys: one shot shoot a dofiga of minutes: a guy goes, sings, with all kinds of tricks, with animals, with people, BDSM :)

Discussion of the film:
XXX: What about the movie?
yyy: Film search - 3.5
YYY: I have to look, I think. Not everyone can this rating.

Once I was undergoing an examination in the military department, and in the office of the ophthalmologist doctors. I was shown pictures, allegedly a test for daltonism:
Q. What do you see here?
and I. The triangle.
Q. And what one?
and I. Downward downward down.
You are not ashamed, young man.
and I. For what?
No one has ever lowered a triangle like this before you.

I add :

But if the hands are slightly worse curved, laziness or lack of time is present - then the multivarka and saves.

Especially to Kossak "Yes, and what is interesting about us nowadays on the Internet? Why do we smell so ugly? and blue!and "

2007 Steve Jobs: Styles for Losers. The best stylus is your own finger. Our screens are perfect and you can work with your fingers instead of a stylus – applause in the hall.
2015 Tim Cook: “Overall, guys, we’re here... Stylus was invented” – Applause in the hall
— — —
2023 Tim Cook: In general, all you need is a three-chip button phone, and a super analogue TV viewing function on the 1.5 inch screen - applause in the hall

From Picaboo:

2007 Steve Jobs: Styles for Losers. The best stylus is your own finger. Our screens are perfect and you can work with your fingers instead of a stylus – applause in the hall.
2015 Tim Cook: “Overall, guys, we’re here... Stylus was invented” – Applause in the hall

by Anna Orlová:

My mom often remembers how I reacted to my newborn brother.
I was almost six and I wanted a sister.
Maybe she is still a sister? My mother decided to spoil me.
Waiting, of course, I would suggest to open the bullet and see :)
Well Mom! I looked at her disgustedly. You were given a certificate that you are a boy!
The future lawyer :)

My husband and I sat down to collect puzzles and have not been sleeping for a week :)

Today I encountered such a writing of the word "assesinisation" that I had to think for a while about what it was.

The Osynthesis.

The Chinese have all the sizes smaller than us. The Chinese full layer has a resolution of 640x480.

I am an adult unmarried woman. I need a cat, a literary circle and blue socks!

In the early years, everybody was feverishly questioning the newcomers, catching every news from Germany, day by day waiting for the collapse of the Third Empire. Now everyone understood that only war could lead to the collapse of the Reich.
And every slightly intelligent person also understood that a government that solves the problem of unemployment through the development of military industry will eventually face an alternative: war or an internal disaster. Meaning the war.

The Arc of Triumph, Erich Remark

Zzz: Did I have to beat women? To my shame, I admit, there was once a wife, a future. The thing was: I sleep and I dream of running away from someone. Whether it was a vampire or a zombie, I don’t remember. And here he catches me, pulls his back with his hand over his chest to stop and squeezes his teeth into my ear. In response, I had the strength to lick him in the mouth to get rid of him. I lay on my left shoulder and woke up.
When I wake up, I find my girlfriend crying on the side. The case is as it was. She decided to get close to me in the middle of the night. I laid my head on my shoulder, hugged me stronger, kissed in my ear... I had a long time to explain why the answer to these tenderness was a solid splash. Not very convincing.

affairs are established. The trouble comes from where you wait.

A friend told me that his wife is working in the police. The parents came to take the child from the garden, but he was not. Panic in the parents, panic in the teachers, police in the ears. The situation was resolved as in an anecdote: when all the children of the group were disassembled, there was one extra. Called the boy's parents, they said that the child was taken by the grandfather, he was okay. It turned out that this grandfather went into the group, shouted "Egor", and Egor at this time quietly played with a friend and did not hear, but to his grandfather ran Zahar, who, in fact, and lost. Grandfather dressed the child in his grandson's clothes, brought home, still quarreled at home with his grandmother, because. She cried out that the enemy would not be their grandson. The most interesting thing is that Sugar all this time behaved completely naturally, giving up nothing.

What hat do you have on your head?
This is a box, my son. It protects us in the desert from the unbearable heat.
What are your clothes above?
This is Jella. It protects us in the desert from the burning sweat.
“Daddy, what’s that terrible shoe on your feet?
This is my grandmother, my son. They protect us in the desert from hot sand.
“Daddy, do you wear it all in autumn in Frankfurt am Main?

I buy fresh eggs in a small store, the seller got a whole cassette and says:
Do you put eggs in a pack or cut them?
...O_O
Cut the cassette. and :)

I fell asleep at night... And it’s okay if I went to the toilet, and then read Dostoevsky...