XHH: Today I dreamed that there was a serious bug in our work project, and my task is to fix it. He is very insidious and does not exist at all. I, as an exemplary employee, had to bring the work to the end, and so I told the alarm clock. In the end, I fell asleep to work, because in my dream I was looking for a bug... How to explain the situation to the boss? and :(

To fool, to lie and to resign after the first split? It is equal to dream about the work of a gynecologist and not to endure the appearance of female genitals, it is foolish to red and chick... And in Soviet times murders were luxurious and colourful, only no one sees these slides, except students and honey students, and there is something to see, there is!

The best way to annoy the enemy is to make friends with his friend.

In addition to the story about fainting elderly from 03.04.2015, I also happened in public transport.
It was 1996. I was driving from the district hospital from a scheduled examination with the surgeon home - to the suburbs. A year after the injury “there” and six months after the hospital, I, commissioned by the starley, still walked badly, was forced to go to the hospital, and could not without the shell. In the bus, I managed to find my seat, and I sat, holding a knife between my knees.
At one of the stops, at the speed of integrally-schizoid bees, a very active group of old lady drivers (a suburban bus) broke in, holding in their hands the bonds of garden equipment. From them, a sonder team of leaders of three people took off, looking for free places with the eyes of the thorns. The half-bus was occupied by Pete-Ushniki, flooding with youth and health, who, when old gardeners appeared, were suddenly overwhelmed by a strong dream. Experienced old ladies knew that the pet school students could respond to the demand to give up their seats so that the bus would have to turn to cardiology. Therefore, the choice of the leading group fell on me, looking modest and intelligent (there was still a lesson from part-workers, how the military should behave among the civilians). Gaulier of the old-fashioned roy jumped to me with the expression of the upset berzerk on his face: "You, you don't see that we are old and we barely go, but quickly give up!"
To this I, apologizing, replied that my legs still hurt after the injury, and if they turn to the naughty sleeping PetaUshna youth – it would be fairer. However, the furia, who pursued the leader, cried out: "Yes, you carry the chestnut with you specifically, so that there is no place to give in!"
To these words, I, having presented the certificate of the participant in the fighting, replied that I have a medical card with a documentary confirmation of the injuries, but I am not going to dig into the bag only to satisfy the curiosity of the fainting holidaymakers.
But the grandmothers said, “We didn’t send you there, the fool who is smarter has been cut off. We have grown up your army in the mines, and you, the Darmoods, sit on the neck of the people, hanging your legs and dropping your fingers, disgrace the Motherland, losing the battles, instead of bombarding them all there with rockets, and all.” She believed that in addition to separatists and extremists, there were the most civilians in the Caucasus who did not support militants. In general, she wanted what the Kiev authorities are doing in the DPR and LPR.
I didn’t answer this because I had a coma in my throat and turned to the window. It was too early to relax. 10 minutes later, a ball-shaped, nuclear "red conductor" came to me, all like in a fairy tale: the mouth is brightly soaked, the cheeks red, the teeth golden. In general - blood with milk (heated). She demanded “to fly”, which I used to get and revealed my passport. Following the narrative, I will explain that under this certificate, according to the Constitution of the Russian Federation, I enjoy the RIGHT OF FREE Driving, and not the right of easy travel (charges to carriers are paid by the state or municipality). Here the conductor started to treat me, on the subject of the fact that their car transportation enterprise is no longer a municipality, but privatized by private individuals and now "OOO", their benefits are not valid, because no one will compensate them for these costs.
I replied that I do not have the benefit, but the right to FREE travel in urban and suburban public transport, and since, according to the contract with the municipality, their "LOC" is the only legal carrier on urban and suburban routes, then my right to free travel applies in their buses, regardless of the form of ownership of the enterprise. To convince her, I sent her a copy of this article from the Constitution.
The opponent did not ignore, shouting that the constitution is for state-owned enterprises, not for them - private individuals. With us was a lawyer-pensioner who worked for a long time at the same auto-enterprise when it was still a state. And he confirmed my words to the conductor-representative of the shark car business, explaining that the constitution is for all enterprises, regardless of the form of ownership. But the conductor continued to stand on her own, threatening that the bus would not touch from the spot until I paid or left, and if neither of them - then we will go straight to the police.
I easily agreed to the militia, advising to do it faster, there it is all twisted, and there is probably a constitution. The passengers who rushed into their affairs did not all understand that the reason for the delay in the journey was not me, but an unreasonably stubborn conductor. I did not regret paying, of course, but after her humility and unprincipled arrogance, I was not going to retreat. Several drunk summer boys, rushing clearly out of business, began to threaten me with punishment, tried to squeeze on me (I stepped off with a cradle).
As a result, the bus driver got out of the wheel and helped me to calm the bugs. And the conductor said, "I will always drive guys like this starley for free, regardless of the constitutions, and I will compensate you, fool, from my salary!"
It is a low gift.

People say “I love you” in different ways: “Take your belt,” “Take a hat,” “Go to sleep,” “I’ll wash your dishes,” “You’ll come,” “Call,” “I’ve gone,” “Wait,” and many, many others. But we do not notice this.

Artem Kliatchkine: pyjamas for a four-year-old girl, bought in America. This garment is not flame resistant. Not that I was expecting too much, but thank you for being warned. In the burning cage she will go in other clothes.
About going into the open space, by the way, nothing is said. Before the first call, I think.

X: Not a bird!
Y: What did they do to you? They fly without touching anyone.
X: The car was deceived!
Y is pf. When was the last time you washed it?
X is yesterday!! to
and bgggggg. Now I understand why you never wash it.)

A acquaintance said:
In the kitchen with my husband. My husband is watching news on TV. After a while, thoughtfully says: Lena, first you were going to go to Egypt to rest. There was a coup. Then you decided to travel to Thailand. The opposition was also upset. You spit on everything and said that you will go to rest with your mother in Ukraine. Look what’s going on there now? Lena, stay at home!
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Lena, and you have no one from your relatives who bought dollars 5-6 years ago?

The vampire narcissist could not appreciate his beauty in the mirror.

The cat has mastered the trick - to steal quietly from behind to the person sitting on the chair, to get up on the back legs and tap his foot on the shoulder. It’s like a heart attack in an empty, quiet, midnight apartment.

by No. 16970

First of all, who told you that a girl must have written? Paul is not mentioned anywhere. Or can a male representative have a different opinion than yours? And also the person on the other side of the screen can also have a disability and not be as happy with life as you are. Isn’t it so pleasant to dress?

Second, you pathetically called abortion murder, although the law thinks otherwise. Tell me, where is the boundary? You know, there are such diseases, living with which for a child means daily inhuman pain, and for parents - constant hellish labor. Do you want to give birth anyway? And there are also situations in which the child during the birth can survive, but the mother - no longer. Do you want to die so that you are well? This is just interesting.

It is much more humane than roaring a cat, exposing it out of the bedroom at night and bringing the unhappy animal and yourself to the stress of the biorhythm mismatch.

It is much more humane not to have a cat at all. I don’t want to follow feeding regimes, win a cat on schedule, look for a place to catch it during trips... And I just don’t catch it. That is all. I don’t bother cats, cats don’t bother me.

The corridor is shared with the neighbors, the electricity was opened by the wife, the neighbor looks because of her open door. The electrician asked the cloth to wipe the dust in the electric shield. The neighbor runs into her apartment and returns with a dry cloth. The man smells dust, the latter abundantly sows the big son, standing in the corridor just under the shield.
Wife: You would at least wet her...
Neighbor (with a dark view fighting with the lock of her door): Please, only the wet cloth in the shield needs a set. The gloves gloves. The rubber carpet. I have not. White shoes are still available. I don’t have them, I just have grey.

The poor man trembled.

Here, granddaughter, you’re grinding the strawberries on the sandwich, and I still remember how we ate them with the spoonfuls.

Q: Fuck, how old am I... How can I explain to young people what is Dial-App?
NN: Don’t go deeper, Fido they won’t understand.
Q: Did you catch up with Fido? I mean, I am a young man. ?

The Blind:
It is naive:

I call the girl, the young man answers: "Allo."
I ask: "Can Irina?"
The voice answers: "Who is asking it?"
I say: "Such is something."
The voice answers: "You probably don’t call there."
I ask "Why then you ask "Who is calling?"
Pause, then, pip-pip-pip-pip-pip In general, either it's the FSB or I really got the number wrong

Rye to tears from your naivety, guy :D Do you still have horns that are not preventing you from moving around the apartment? Fuck me, fuck me :-)))

Where did he say he was calling his girlfriend? Stop inventing it.

xxx> Did Nafiga surrender in the dark?
yyy> On the street April )) at 7 p.m.
yyy> Well, if the meltdown doesn’t start again...

I have a long sluggish conflict with the head of the department, now he has entered the stage of exacerbation, everything is terribly over, I begin to look for a new job.

At the end of last week went to an interview in one place, there asked to fill out a short questionnaire - FIO, date of birth, last place of work and the reason for finding a new one. For a second I thought - if in the last column to write the surname-name-fatherhood of the boss, I will be understood correctly?

Under art on lesbian themes.

YY is:
From all my black rotten and heart hated lesbian men understand they will not get you.
p.s
They excite me too, but that doesn’t change anything.

The FFF:
YY, in order to love, for example, painting - it is not necessary to tick a member in the painting of the artist

Advertisements are pleased. Today is 2 =)
1) next to the Novosibirsk circus, there are two banners (read in one line): tigers, sumatras, fur fair, liquidation... Always suspected that the circus had problems with financing. But to be so =))
2) Pricelist in the store (also without signs of interpenetration): coffee flavor vanilla soluble glass =) But a glass of soluble no one wants? and :)