Yesterday at the banquet, one lady, surrounded by the same as her, ladies - candidates and doctors of sciences, docents, professors, gave a toast - about the chief genderologist - Mikhail Zhvanetsky. He said that all women are divided into two categories: horror what stupid and charm what stupid.
I asked her pretty loudly – and which of them she relates to herself.

I will no longer be invited to this convention.

Xxx: A long time ago, when I was 13, I had a birthday; they celebrated in the village. A neighbor came, Uncle Mish. I wish I lived so long, so long, half a hundred and a quarter a hundred. I counted 13+13+13+6,5+3,25=48.75 and realized that I was desired to die, a little before I was fifty.

Carried friends around the houses (driving naturally did not drink). The girl asked to go up with her to report to her mother. The dialogue:
Why don’t you smile?
I: And I am a sober >_>

The ladies take their hands and look at me with eyes full of fear. I go to work as if I’m overwhelmed.
and
It was a few years ago. Upon leaving the bus, a stranger, without looking, gave his hand. Well, I used his kindness (why not?). Then, indeed, swiftly blinked under the burning gaze of the girl in the cabin.
So, maybe these frightened ladies think you confused them with someone? You are obviously one in a thousand. Of course, they will be slightly shocked that a stranger gives them a hand, even if their own do not. and :)

I go to the public, there is a call to congratulate grandparents and grandparents on Victory Day.
I have a grandfather, Charles.
And the grandmother Martha.

In England, two cranes are traditionally made - one with hot water, the other with cold water. We did the same at work, in the female toilet, only a crane with hot water over one washer, and with a cold - over the other.

Do programmers know how to cook borsch?
YYY: No, they compile it, pre-paint potatoes/marking/lush, stew the baking, conduct a closed beta test (catch bugs on salt/pepper, etc.).), and already a stable version is poured on some resource, such as a plate or dish.

GoblinQueen: Friendship is Magic
GoblinQueen: Everything is unclear how it works and can break up at any moment

xxx: I have a sexual fantasy: to have sex under the theme of Mortal Kombat and finish with the words "Fatality"
Yyy: You should tell your psychiatrist X.
XXX: My psychiatrist plays tanks, he would appreciate the phrase before sex "In Battle"

With regards to Lego, helicopters, etc. I am 22 years old, my friend is 20 years old, he is going to give me a set of two radio-pushable helicopters with the ability to fight. What if we want? What does it matter how old we are? It gives us pleasure and does not bother anyone.

Today on the job so it came out that it was necessary to talk on the street for an hour to wait, well, I went to the PC to sneeze, went to the toy store, and as a result of fermentation bought a healthy Lego designer for 6500 thousand, always wanted it in childhood, and my parents didn't have money, now I bought it myself, at home I will sit on the floor in the middle of the room and play with him, and no one will say a word because I live alone, I am 26 years old, I have a higher education, and I am not a crazy professional experience, and you can call me a big boy as much as you want, but I have a huge Lego designer, and you don't :p
Young man, I had to get married until my son was born, and then his two-year-old, so that I could play Lego. And the machines on radio control for all 3 years))

XXX: I still remember one picture for some reason... I can’t forget it.
Morning...Warm sunlight from the east, from the west flooded thunderstorms, gentle winds chased dust and all kinds of shells on the trottoirs...herbs on the lawns bloomed and collapsed...
And right along the prospectus, on the asphalt of the roadway, a structure of grass-cutting machines with gasoline trimmers is running, and they are on, and they make characteristic "cutting" movements... somebody periodically starts the stung trimmers, or gives more turns, and because of this the sound typically pulses...
The picture is completely apocalyptic. Ten green-builders go and cut the asphalt with motorcycles... with a frightened hammer they pull the motors of the cows, smelly smoke from worn-out two-stroke engines. And these guys go with stone faces.
XXX: And they mock, they mock, they mock...
xxx: And because of the total abnormality of the situation, it begins to seem that they symbolize something. Something not good. This is the darkness of the asphalt jungle.
And so they cut fifty meters of road canvas, came to the lawn, and immediately lay down to rest among the bushes of the boiler.
Overall, more than a year has passed, and I can close my eyes, and hear this monstrous sound of the simultaneous work of a dozen or more motokos, and see this inevitable move of a dozen terminators in an orange uniform.

Sasha
Only my sweet and sweet boy has a small little bitch.
He plays

dominated
In what?
In the machines?
In the casino?
In the poker?

Sasha is strange.
worse

Rule of Copy
In the Dota?

Inspired by the adoption of a pro-gay law, the French kicked off the Russian hockey team.

Yyy: I have my own special way of resting.
XXX: I also have one.
yyy: I turn on a series in which you don't have to look at the screen, you understand what's going on, and I remove my hair from my feet with a pincet.
Not that they are smooth, but that just relaxes me.
You have which?
XXX: I’m cuddling, but you go on))

If you have nails on your legs, you have hands on your hands.)
YYY: If you follow your harmful logic, then the animals on their legs have legs, right?
zzz: Imagine... "Wash the dog’s legs!" – "I can’t, my arms are painted".

IRA walks through the park and writes to me how cool he is.
Only bad words.

She recently put order in her husband's socks, paired in pairs, and single in a bag. And now, when I find a lonely socket, I feel like waiting for me, I open the bag and hope to see his pair there.
Unfortunately, no one has been reunited yet. (

From Tomsk: I am 26 years old. I had tears in my eyes as I walked into the ‘Immortal Regiment’ with my grandfather and grandmother (unfortunately, now in the photo)! Friends, remember the story! Remember Driving, Courage and Courage! Remember those who for the sake of the future did not spare and gave their lives for the sake of victory over fascist Germany! Both on the front (with 17 years with a machine in hand), and in the rear (18 hours change without weekends).! to

I bought grapes in the market yesterday. They said sort somehow "kum-kush" or "sheesh-beš"
— — —
The grape is called 'Kishmish' and it is multiplied by vineyards, not seeds.
Therefore, giving birth to children is not really worth it.