Back home after work, I heard a part of the beautiful conversation between a man and a woman:



M: So you really prefer rubber?

J : Yes.

M: How do we talk? Shed the soul?! to

That’s why I have Alice.

The story of a casual accompanyer.

I divorced my wife.

What happened?

Because of a friend everything. My friend was a traitor.

I went to work with the nurse. She decided to travel to Turkey for two weeks. He told his wife that he was on a trip to Peter. A friend asked me to look after the business while I was in Turkey. And he accidentally struck my wife that I was not in Peter, but in Turkey. They divorced.

So you are not at all guilty? A friend is a traitor? The trouble.

My 7 year old daughter had a milk tooth. And of course, at night the tooth fairy brought a gift under the pillow - a new sketchbook. The girl is delighted, she runs to show everyone.

My grandfather (55 years old)

“Dad, look what the tooth fairy brought me!

Oh how great.

Did you have a dentist when you were a child?

“No, grandson, I didn’t come here for any reason. One day, I had a horse's mouthpiece, so I lost half of my milk teeth.

My daughter thought.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t come? I couldn’t get it all together.

What can ruin any movie?⁠



Poorly developed motivation and intelligence of the characters; for example, it is illogical when an astrobiologist removes protective equipment on a foreign planet. A real astrobiologist would not do what it is absolutely impossible to do. And in the movie did, and now the whole team is infected. But it was just a lazy way for the scriptwriter to get from point "a" to point "b".



Weak communication between the characters; when the connection or resolution of a conflict depends on the fact that the characters illegally decide to hide information from each other because "there is no time" or "I will explain when we get there." Again the scriptor.



The older I get, the more I get angry when I notice the scriptor’s lazy manifestations in the film’s story.

Yes, it is expected.

If the virus came from China, they ate something unknown.

If the virus from Europe - what the unknown fucking.

I remembered the case. Once I needed gasoline, and as a container, I found only a three-litre bottle of brewed beer. So I found out that I hadn’t had a beer for a year.

Xxx: So we start a football match. Now all the teams will wear rainbow T-shirts in solidarity with LGBT, then kneel in support of BLM, then wear a cowboy, lie on the lawn and paint themselves in red in protest against war crimes, then take ballooners with blue and yellow paint and paint everything around in the colors of the Ukrainian flag.

Then a couple of dozen more rituals and traditions will be held in support of all kinds of offenses from different minorities and communities.

After 7 hours, the game can start. And the team wins where the most of all the injuries, the count is not important.

The difficulty does not stop me! As I lay, I will lie.

From the summary:
“The enemy is running away, but he will not catch us.”

My husband in the dark is like Lenin in the mausoleum, so I try to sleep with his back. terribly



Yyy: Constantine’s hope, how much can it be? Please come to the mausoleum only when it is open to visitors. =) is

A caliph for an hour is never in 60 minutes.

Boriska - a white-haired young man of two and a half years, was completely unrelated to the years developed and wise, with the expression of declamation of Mayakovsky, sang pieces about Hitler (thank you grandfather) and went to the elite kindergarten. Only one thing grieved the poor mother’s heart: Boris despised the pot.
The parents used all the methods, except,, the priming of Scotch, but Boris did not pay attention. He ran into the corridor, stood up on the table and began doing his wet deals, depicting the famous Brussels fountain.
And since, being a charismatic guy, Boriska immediately attracted a lot of followers, a new problem appeared: a kindergarten, in which 20 babies are simultaneously drowned, standing on taburets, can not be considered an elite.

Immediately all taburets were eliminated, but Boris desperately resisted: he climbed to the kitchen table... directly without removing the stretched family collies, not only wrote. (Children's socks in many Russian families are inherited as diamonds or table silver.)
In the hope of changing the status quo, the unhappy mother bought in the area all the pots of the most unexpected modifications. So one day in the apartment appeared "BYAKA", as Boris called her.

"BYAKA" is the fruit of many years of work of the best Chinese engineers, a scientific breakthrough in the field of children's puppies, a giraffe hybrid, an alien hose and a pot. An unknown shit of a poisonous green colour with a huge neck in the middle... I don’t know how to describe... imagine that before the toilet suddenly grew a berry. The neck did not logically end with a small, ridiculous head with horns like Shrek’s.

An ingenious mother, slightly dropping off the child's socks, pushed a "green baobab" between the short Boriskin legs... And that's all. The child is recorded. Almost like with Scotch, but Scotch is not pedagogical. The shoes are normal.
Boris was overwhelmed, but quickly distracted, because right on the back of the alien creature there was a control panel of the galaxy - ten multi-colored bulbs and three buttons.
The button number 1 reproduced the English alphabet.
The second barely recognized something from Brahms.
And the third button in pure Russian with Valeria's voice suddenly sang, "You call me your girl, and then hug me, and then cheat me."
My father drowned with a pellet.
And Boris, hearing his native speech from an unknown wretch, all sorry and sorry for the button number 3...

One hour later, when the cat even learned to sing, the grandfather said, "Better he would continue to fuck in the pants!"

Interview for Israeli citizenship:
- In the questionnaire you indicated: mother and father are Russians, and who in the family are Jews?
No one, I am the first.

In my university, in order to carry the girl into the community, it was necessary to enter her documents on the post of a guard. There was a young guard. Like all other employees, she has been on this post for a couple of months.

And here, I ended the old and started a new relationship, I am bringing a cute and beautiful lady to me for a tea drink for the third time, she usually gives papers for the post, and there appeared the same guard, which has not been there for a long time. She looks closely at the documents, then the girl and says:

“Last time there was another one, good that this one is called the same, but the name I’ve already entered, as usual.”

The lady had a few reasonable questions.

The father did not know which of the toilets he was going to carry his little daughter - M or Z.

When I found myself in the same situation, after a brief reflection I made a decision and confidently went with my two-year-old daughter to the female toilet.

I thought so - let it be better for me to have a shock from what I saw and trauma of the psyche for the rest of my life than for my daughter.

You can say, I pulled my hand.

No, well... I’ve already lived my own like a whale... I’m not sorry.

He was prepared to give a tough response in the event of female raids and outrage. But apart from the angry eyes, there was no reaction.

Per they were able to understand the reason by seeing a little girl with me.

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Most patriots are there where they do not shoot.

Estonian Prime Minister Kaia Kallas has urged world leaders to stop calling Putin. “If everyone is constantly calling him, he won’t understand that he’s in isolation,” she said.

The inscription "We can repeat!" will be included in the base set of the Moscowich car.

Tetris taught me about adult life: successes disappear, mistakes accumulate.



Yyy: And that long stick is good