We have a coworking. In the Camoring.

Is this a humorous IT resource?
- Yes
Can you tell me how to change the pads?

She carries a sleeping daughter in her arms. She hugs her and says with a sleepy voice, “Mommy is a yellow hunde, number one, three, five.”
This tells a lot about how often we order a taxi. and :)

I am responsible for this:
I will dare to declare here clearly and without apology the truth that has emerged recently: not all babies are stupid.* is
I declare -> not all fools - grandmothers

Remember the eternal engine on human stupidity in the form of a pen with the inscription "do not spin"?
Spinner is his embodiment.

It was in the summer when my wife was in the 7th month of pregnancy. We decided to sit in the cafe with her and take a walk in the fresh air. Since I was a little late at work, she arrived before me and took a table on the street by placing an order. The dialogue from her face:



I sit at the table, I don’t touch anyone, here comes a guy (P) and says:

(I need to clarify that the table is high and my stomach is virtually not visible behind it)

Girl, what is your name?

A: The light

Q: Who are you waiting for?

Yes, girl, 7 months ago

I answered on the machine, not even having time to think. When I reached the point, I looked at the guy and saw a complete breakdown of the pattern on his face.



My wife, my tick. The name is fictional, all coincidences are coincidental.

and Taxi.

Take a man to work this morning. He got into the car and immediately fell asleep. The wild snoring and the strong smell of straw drove with us to the end point. The Dove. I awoke. The man calculated and went out.

I catch the application. 2 minutes pass. The man comes out and goes to me.

Q: Will you bring it back?

I: No problem, what happened?

M: Yes, I fucking forgot: I was fired from here in December.

You won't believe, but yesterday in his suitcase a cat gave birth.
WOW : WOW )
Mitty has a cat in a penny, now he has a catwheel x)

With the advent of children, any woman begins to realize that sleep is better than sex.

In the continuation of the stories of dreams ball, the railroad. When I was young, I visited Moscow frequently. There was a shop in Leipzig. I don’t know if it exists now, it doesn’t matter. There was a railway, with arrows, tunnels and all the others. I watched these paratroopers run for a long time and dreamed that my son would have the same or similar. Buy-expensive, family, son 1 year, salary 140 p. Now I am 67 years old, son 42 years old, 4 grandchildren. Three years ago, I started to realize my dream. Fortunately, there are Chinese radio-controlled toys, which we buy to grandchildren, they break them (and the kids). From the old transformers, the secondary wheel was wrapped (usually a copper tire of 1.2x5 mm), rails, scales, shooters, and so on. To date, our railway on the country has 168 meters of paths, 4 arrows, 2 tunnels, 3 viaducts, 4 bridges. All under radio control. My son (42) comes with his grandchildren and we play. Here is Happiness! Imagine your dreams of childhood and youth.

One member asks the other:
Why are we all so hated?
And I don’t understand that, we’re not doing anything at all.

I love Friday. A beautiful holy day.
But that’s only because Friday follows Saturday. Would it be a Friday without Saturday? Saturday is rolling!
What is Saturday without Sunday? It is worth nothing!
Thank you to the three world religions for the three holy days.
And from Monday to Thursday I will devote myself to Buddhism.

This was the first time I went to the swimming pool with my husband. My daughter bought a swimming glasses. Well explained what to do: where to go, what to do. He comes - he tells: said, everything is fine: split, washed, wearing glasses and handed over to the coach. Returned to leave - he hears the child's coach calls to himself, removes his glasses, turns as it should and leaps off the protective sticker from the glasses.

I sometimes read the composition on the packaging of products and semi-finished products. phosphate, nitrates and chrenates.

Nowadays, a person who has studied chemistry well in school can collect 20 grams of plastic from two packs of peelings, ketchup and mayonnaise.

Author film, let’s remind you, is a film that is interesting only to the author and, sometimes, his friends and relatives.

> And racing on pots was strictly forbidden by the teacher.

Oh, times... I won’t lie that I came first, but it was cool!

I watched the parody of satisfaction. In the head is the voice of Sowunya: "What a good guy! They are chilling, dancing, washing up all the community!"

I told a friend who worked as a youth swimmer. I write from his words:

The first dive? How not to remember him! This will remain in memory for a lifetime!

It was autumn. They sent me to find the drowning man. He drowned for three days near the shore.

I went down into the water, and it is in all our rivers, you know, muddy and muddy. I walk through this darkness - I see nothing, and I am terrified - the pipe! Handshake – what is it? The cover. Next story What’s Here? and cork. Then I found what I was looking for: I felt something soft, unheavy, not algae. The hair, then the head. I grabbed the poor man by the neck and dragged him to the shore, to the place where the people and the people of the area clashed.

My bark is already above the water, and I still see nothing - neither near nor far away! The mask shattered.

And then I feel that the deceased under his hand begins to shake and break out. At that moment I understood where the person’s adrenaline comes from! My poor coat! He saved me from the inevitable shame!

And what happened? Yes, just the colleagues who stood nearby came to help - they see that it was hard for me to pull the bloated body, they grabbed the dead man with a bag to tear out my wear... There were no masks on the men)

The child at the age of which it is a fight, can only play, respectively, in what he likes to play, he knows better.

It works at any age :)

Do not let familiar mommies in the park dive you into dirt with stories about the successes of their young geniuses. Every mother wants to boast of her child, so tell me too!
The key table:
“- And my child with such pleasure eats homemade cheese!” (yes, that dry, sour and tasteless substance, which is polluted when watering a child’s kefir with calcium gluconate) – “Once I managed to infuse three tablespoons in it.”
“Yes, and I get up five times a night to squeeze him, and at four in the morning I give up and take him to bed.”
“I wear it on my arms only when it is absolutely necessary!” – “that is, only five or six hours a day.”
“- I walk with him sometimes up to 8 hours a day!” - “One day I lost the keys and had to wait for my husband from work”
“- He already speaks so well!” – “I can distinguish from the unclear stream of sounds “gay!”, “la?” and “viga,” I would know what it means.”
“He’s so clever and doesn’t go where he can’t.” – “After I hit him a couple of times.”
“- my husband is a long and pleasant child!” - “Yesterday he held him under his mouse for an hour and a half, sitting in front of the television with hockey.”
“I can do it!” – “A housekeeper comes to me five times a week.”
“I have time and it doesn’t stress me at all!” – “A housekeeper and a babysitter come to me five times a week.”