We are all a little

>> Ah, they have already been inherited.

The whole history of mankind is the history of fools. You will not have time to invent any powder, and good people with its help are already shooting innocent people. The compass was invented, and the slaves were swimming. Tissue invented - the eggs were crushed. Not to mention radiation and other aviation with bacteria.

The child (4 years old) said:
Do you know who are the funny guys?
Of course, they are cartoon characters.
And where do they come from?
No, I do not know.
And here I discovered a big secret:
They are the children of the cage. Kolobok escaped from his grandfather with his grandmother and lived with the rabbit, and then lived with all the animals in turn.

There was a cliché: Dolphin was trying to end the cliché and in the dark time cytox on the illuminated street rushed to the lighthouse. Dolboeb, because what rushed in the settlement (the speed of all is small) and in full pocket (he just dropped). The driver was lucky that on the rear seat were passengers who confirmed a suicide attempt. The driver noticed the inadequacy of the bullshit and prepared for the slide. The Gais told the suicide man to take a receipt about the absence of claims, and that, thank the gods, he wrote, simultaneously spilling out his soul of his finger-swept spiritual sufferings. After receiving the receipt, the driver explained the reasons for the unsuccessful attempt, competently and in detail instructed the suicide, how to use the rope, trees, tall buildings and bridges to prevent failure. Probably he was a technician and did not have a psychology diploma.

I have a very old grandmother who is really hard to live alone, so we took her with us, good, there is a free room. She is fascinated by wearing and constantly wears us all sorts of socks and shells. If the socks I was still wearing somehow, they are not visible, then the shirts to wear sought, to my brutal appearance bright woven shirts are not attached (sorry for the calambur). And so you got the locks at work, said 30 years, and you still live with your grandmother. I run a few miles in the woods every day. The thermos in the jacket pocket does not fit, so I take water with vitamins in a sports shaker, it fits perfectly in the pocket. Someday in a conversation with my grandmother on her question, whether I will not freeze in the winter in a light jacket, I spoke that I said no, I am running, I warm up, only the water in the shaker at the end of the run is very cold. I said and forgot. And here I am going to run on December 31st, and I can’t find the shaker. Grandma blinked and told me to look under the tree. And I find underneath the tree a favorite shaker in a cute woven checholique... Since then I have always worn grandmother’s shirts, and if someone dares at least to smile on this, will experience on himself what a heavyweight boxing KMS is, who loves his grandmother very much!

There will be no joke about the marine grouping of satellites today?? to
This is a democratic satellite.

m0lxs
I also told one girl that I was the director of the company and that same night I lost my virginity.

volh1
Are the collectors here to pay off debts?

Stormwalker
An unexpected raider capture, they entered through a black move.

This is ordinary grandmother psychology. is verified.

Ordinary victim psychology. Well, for example, when you’re bored 365 days a year, you start to rejoice on strange occasions, like the same cup of coffee on March 8. Very sad, and unfortunately not the rarest situation. Luckily, it has nothing to do with normal.

The admin! Ohhhhhhhh!

There was a raider seizure of the site. Soon the ovulation of the Aichi baths will begin

The child 50/50

Divorce without quarrels and quarrels, in a family of 1 child 10 years, parents earn about the same, agreed without alimony, 50% of the time the son lives with the father, 50% - with the mother.
As a result:
- Mom rents an apartment next to the high school, drives the child to a good sports school in the suburbs, home food, a calm environment...
- Dad removed the room with a separate entrance to the house of friends, the toilet with it is, but in order to take a shower, wash, you need to go out, bypass the house and enter the other part of it, where the owners live, but it is cheap. There is no normal food in the house, only occasionally something is prepared in the household kitchen, half-city school on the subway, the dad insists that the child can get to school and sports alone, in the house quite often until late at night, Daddy's friends are stuck.
The child loves his dad very much, but is very tired when he is with him and does not want to live with him anymore.

Z is. History of Paris

My perfect tomorrow. Great title for a novel.
It’s just "my" to be removed.
Oh yeah no! A novel about me. It doesn’t sound perfect tomorrow.
“People don’t like three-word titles.To add such a sign of literary incompetence to the title, you will be told by critics.
HHH: Fuck the words – this is what I’ll say to your critics. This is the title of my second novel.

The Alimentary
I was drawn here in social networks by a former sister:"What does your daughter offer my son to give up fatherhood? Well, and that it doesn’t work anywhere, we’ll transfer money sometimes."
I answer: it is not a question, just in the first class the child went - 5 thousand compulsory school form (coat, jacket and shirt), socks, t-shirts and underwear, we will not be small to count, the fund of the class, school lunches (again meals at home and public services do not count, we are not small), 25 pieces - a contribution to the high school voluntarily compulsory (although a year for courses led and the first in the ranking were). Sports - 2 pieces a month, a musician - 500 rubles, gasoline in the car, on which I ride it again, we do not count, we are not small... Well, take part..."
The girlfriend disappeared, and her son disappeared, and we can not bring the athlete abroad without the consent of the father. Well, for the future of the child is scary - it will fall in old age, keep it. These are the cakes.

>>Let me guess: automation for you is a working button with the inscription "do (me)??>>for you**s"?! to
>> Do not make fun of the engineers!

You need the buttons:
"Make It Cheap"
"Do it normally"
"Do it cool"
"Do the same, but in a different way"
"Make a loan**"
"To make the customer like it"
"Make it agreeable"
This is the minimum functionality.

They do not have to cover all the necessary expenses - the main expenses of the parent with whom the child lives. Taste and other things.
And remember, child support is paid a) because the law requires and b) in old age to seek child support for yourself.

Here you will receive alimony at the old age of 1000 r and you will be stuck on the life of a curse.

The party behind. On January 9, women go to work to rest.

Grandson of Santa

The story of Santa Claus’s memoirs. I warn you that it will be fun. As far as I remember, my childhood, though it was happy, rich it is hard to call. First rebuilding, then the fun 90s. My father died in (yes, the same place where we like to organize races on turtles), my mother was a kindergarten teacher with a salary of 10 kilograms of strawberries a month (who remembers 1992-1993 will understand). And all this – against the backdrop of the abundance of imports. Today’s children don’t understand what it was like in the early 1990s to eat Snickers at a school shift or go out to the yard with a cassette. As you can see, with a monthly budget of 10 kilograms, the Snickers on the shift, and even more so, the magnetophone in the yard were excluded. Yes, I myself understood everything very well, and I didn’t even talk about such things.

So when I received the Sony Walkman as a gift on January 1, 1993, my condition was close to shock. First, at that time it was cooler than the iPhone X and Apple Watch combined. Secondly, I understood that the next six months of strawberries per month will be twice as little. “Mom, where did you come from? Don’t worry, I gave it to you at work.” In short, before the summer I was in school if not a king, then noble blood.

And only a few years later I learned that for the sake of the player my mom worked for several months on the floor as a cleaner in the same garden.

Now I am an adult, about the same age as I was in my mother’s years. I earn more than well. But I can’t force my mom to agree to some expensive purchase (“You need to save money for a new car / apartment / country.”) Those of you who lived in the 90s will understand me. Every time you have to figure out where the gift comes from. Tourist tour - "Yes, this is a advertising tour with a discount of 50%, you need to take." TV - bonuses from the store, phone - "We have it here twice as cheap as you have in Russia." According to experience, it is best to take tickets to the theater "for bonuses of a cellular operator, which if not spent now - in a week will burn."

Here and now took her tickets for a concert in the Kremlin, "the tickets were missing from friends, whose company sponsors this concert", and in the eyes of the glowing of happiness 13-year-old boy with the player in his hands, and the tears turn.

My dear ones, my advice to you: before it is too late - please your parents. Even though they are old, they still believe in miracles. Well, the modern “miracles” options I wrote to you.

Who did they stop when 10 thousand Haishnikovs were fired?

A couple of years ago I went to one women’s forum and even from naivety entered into discussion about divorces there. And although I have great respect for women, I believe that a man should under no circumstances be removed from the upbringing and maintenance of children and within the reasonable limits of former wives (ex wives are there, but there are no ex-children), I was so upset and upset at that forum that I fled shamefully.
Well, this year for the New Year holidays, I went to a hot tropical resort, where I spent a week completely without internet.
And today, when I came here, I realized with horror that that forum has caught me.

Question to Knowledge:
With them, with the children. How to judge a cat?? to

Celebrating a new year. Some people begin to talk about history. I am joining. My husband joins us a little later. The result: all gradually separated and my husband and I discussed the history of Russia and the world for 2 hours, isolating ourselves in the corner. And so has been 3 years. Themes can be any. Are we going somewhere?

Serehio: One of my relatives, a lady over 40, loves to sit on all kinds of forums. And somewhere there she has a nick ending in 1992.
serehio: A couple or three years ago there was a case, there was a guy attached to her some, say, how old you are, she does not answer, he says, well, yes, a difficult task, of course, to count how old you are, if you were born in 1992.
Serehio: And 1992 is the year she finished school.