Strangely, why does our people consider fools and unskilled managers those who live at their expense, who have brought them to poverty, and themselves swim in luxury?

I spent a long time writing, but my conscience played out.
I live in my house near Moscow. Gas is highway, and heating accordingly. I sit there, I don’t touch anyone. knocking at the door. I open. A puppy man blows his crusts – I, where, a firefighter, from Mosoblagaz, came to check you as a bourgeois. Well, once this is the case, come in, boom to check. Then the pure Kafka begins.
- Do you have an imported boiler, has it a certificate?
Oh yes please.
Does the company that licensed it have a license?
Here is a copy.
and AGA. Well, we look at the chimney... Yes, a good chimney, the sky is visible. There are almost no saws. Clean up something? Okay well. What about ventilation?
Well here.
– Oh! The fire is burning, the fire is burning. It is true ventilation. So what else... There’s something else... Ah! What about landing?? to
Well here.
He climbs into a suitcase and gets a tester.
The fucking! And actually landing :( So what else was? A! Is the electricity in your home calculated? This is very, very important. But difficult...
Dad, I am beginning to get angry. I don’t like when people try to get me so cheap. OK, I take a piece of paper.
What is complicated here? Now we count.
I write a completely crazy integral. But beautiful, in a closed contour. Blessing behind the shoulders of Fiztech and the candidate degree. I’m doing a couple of completely stupid transformations.
And now I say, man, look. The height of 14 meters is the coefficient. House 10x10 – we replace. The roof is iron, you know. In short, there is about 0.02 microfarads.
Well, somewhere it usually happens.
I did not give him money. Because it is nefigured. But the sheet with that integral has gone off. This is a laugh for someone who understands.

The tasks set in Syria have been fulfilled – we have used all the bombs with a deadline.

XXX is Hi! What do you do?
Yyy: Removing the mess on the photos, fucking.
XXX: Did you get into the extras?
YYYYYYYYYYYYY I have closets, and I try to understand where the infection has settled, which the antivirus can not catch for some reason.

Tired of school... let’s get something new, right?

The cats will understand me. That feeling, when at 3 a.m. you want to throw your pantyhose into a furiously scratching and something beating puffy ass, you drop your hand under the bed, and there instead of a pantyhose - another cat...

I wrote my first poem at 5 years old. In chordy letters, something about pudel and grass, even in rhythm. She told my mom that my kids couldn’t write poetry at the age of five, and that I invented it, copied it from a book. My husband went to the first class and was able to correctly multiply three-digit numbers without a calculator...until his teacher embarrassed him for this before the whole class. My children did not go to kindergarten, I am against this equalization of abilities. The eldest daughter at the age of 7 read all of Harry Potter (this is 7 books of 350-450 pages). A month for three, in free time, naturally, as you wish. The younger does not want to read, he has five, he only reads by slogans. He paints better than me, he loves it. At the age of two, the older woman did not know how to roll the ball, but she did not get it, although all the smart books say "the child should be able to." The younger refused to speak at the age of two, although smart books say he should. But here he climbed on the slopes at 1.5 years as a fuel Olympian. I had to completely dismantle the ladder on a two-storey bed, I was scared, although he climbed really cleverly. I am for what. Every child has their own needs, their own stages of development, It is important to love and notice them in their own. Love and develop your children, and let them surprise you with their talents.

But, by the way, crocodile bags are vegan or not?
I did not eat it.
YYY: Crocodile bags are not vegan
In other words, you are not vegan.
What if the crocodile is dead?
And we transplant his skin to another crocodile.
Is the other crocodile a bag?

I learned to read, I don’t remember how and when. But I learned, and now I have to read all this shit that you wrote here :(

Very good reader.
A young man who sees the electricity
A. Belyaev, The Invisible Light

One of my favorite in childhood.
A pleasant read)

I am now standing on the doorstep of the store, smoking and watching the flow of cars circling the holes on the road. I look, I mean, I look, and here I understand that we were prepared for this in the auto school. Do you understand? The road will not be normal.

Sam258: Since the early morning of March 9 to work, he decided to make his wife a "romantic" from the 7th to the 8th. While he washed and shaved, opened wine, lit candles and made half-dark, the younger woman woke up. Naturally, she came to us in the room and grit: "What New Year?". Blow the candles. They put the youngest in their room. Romance with a sleeping child is not that. I decided to move to the kitchen. He lighted candles, made darkness, opened wine.
In the kitchen on the battery sits a cat, heats up, shines with his eyes. Romance with a cat sitting on the battery is not it. They threw the cat out into the corridor. The cat thought that once she was driven out of the kitchen at night, they wanted to eat something delicious without her. She began to resist to stay to eat delicious with everyone. In a desperate resistance, a flower turned from the window. Fortunately, my wife and I weren’t out of the way. The flower struck on the floor awakened not only the younger, but also the older daughter. They didn’t get up in the morning, and then they both stuck in the kitchen.
What is "What is New Year"
I blinked the candles, and I shouted: “8 March! Congratulations on your..."
We all sit in the kitchen. The younger unpacked the doctor’s kit, the older mastered a new smartphone, the cat eats its food, the wife smells the flowers and the wine clings, and I rinse the ice in the whisker.
In general, everyone is happy... the flower is only sad...
From March 8th, girls!

I noticed that a lot of people write "And I could read at 3/3,5/4 years". And like this means that their parents were dealing with their children. No one has yet written "I taught my child to read at 3/3,5/4 years". It’s the same there.)

The project office. A thin 25-year-old guy has nothing to do with a dating site.
This one is terrible... This one is old... Well, this one is terrible... This one is terrible... This one is terrible... This one is terrible...

Two employees, unnoticed and quietly stealing, steal a mirror in front of the monitor and quickly escape.

I go - in the accounting office three girls with an enthusiastic look look at the screen, very much with interest... Well, I think, an interesting video on YouTube found. Everything was clarified by the emotionally so abandoned phrase: "and now let’s look at the 76th account!".

Included a 20-minute workout, and there on the hands with the gloves. There was no whiskey in one hand, and a whiskey in the other. This desperate desire of the alcoholic to Zohu

by Habr
When the interest in the media stars is extinguished - they lay naked, when they lose interest in software - they lay out sources.

Do you think that journalists are not taught how to express their thoughts? I read here: "...the private kindergarten for a higher cost offers more services than the municipal. For example, it is English, and sport, and creativity in one place. " In one place they have creativity, ah.

I took work, translations in one office, mostly written translation. One day a person called me and said they gave me my number in the office and recommended me as a good translator. Well, I just said yes, asked what translation, started talking about the upcoming work. A lot of nuances, and you need to look at the material for translation, in order to evaluate the work and timing, so we began to agree where and when we will meet. He began to think, apparently about time and place... there was a small pause, suddenly he says to me, “I’m a vegetarian” and throws the phone. To say that I am an offgel, not to say anything) I even thought that it was a joke, well, it doesn't happen, it's a joke from the internet, many know "and I'm vegan!". A few minutes later, he called back, apologized that the connection was broken, said that he was looking at his diary and dropped the phone. He repeated that he was a vegetarian and said, if it wasn’t a problem, that he would like to meet in a vegetarian restaurant.

Friends are burning:
- And no one knows where the strawberry, which is sold on the streets for 150 rubles?
Probably from a 3D printer.