Everyone who has at least once been to the construction and economic supermarkets knows: there are a lot of sales consultants. But they are all busy. They go somewhere. So are busy. Very busy. Or they are not responsible for the department in which they are now standing and talking. Therefore, they relatively politely board you, go through the shelf and talk again, and sometimes do not cross.

This happened in one of the shops. We call it “Arsenal”. The former asked to help buy the expenditure before the repair. We walk through the department and see: two consultants specifically drop. The end of the working day, everything was enough, the questions-questions of the “stupid” buyers. They say “I’m not from this department, go to the seller” and disappear. After 20 minutes of fermentation, a boring cashier girl and a guard remained at the exit. And eight couples, a little confused because they were forgotten in the store, were us.

A minute after five we started to communicate, discuss the materials, and another five began to stumble, what and how to wrap-measure-bear. The guard was vigilant at the exit. The cashier was missing.

Then I saw the phone! He stood in the corner, in front of the compound. Well, you know, there are billboards. The button phone. In front of the buttons of the inscriptions: “director”, “guard”, “cash”, “storage”. It was so fun for me. I call the director. What to small.
and yes.
Hi to you!
Hi to you.
"Please tell me, here I need to buy the cable and this fence where it closes. I already got the roses. I found cement. Plinth got it. And the cable I cut off, will the girl on the box trust me, or will it exaggerate? Here another man is looking for a tile. Someone else needs to say something about the mixture, but I don’t know.
Where are you calling?
The Director.
from where?
How from where? From the shopping room. There’s no one here, we’ve been here for half an hour.
- (short guts) by pi-pi-pi
In a few seconds, a man in a costume breaks out. No, he’s jumping at us, looking around. I am pleased with him:
It was I who called you!
It goes spots, bleeds and disappears too. But then then!! to
I didn't know that all the cassiers were sitting on the box and there were 1.5 sellers for each pair.
I hadn’t heard the director speak. Judging by the sounds, he’s drinking them. They appeared as they disappeared, and even more. Red, quiet, polite, understandable and everything at our disposal.

In order to have a good life in our country, two things are needed: that the people finally begin to work and the government finally stops!

Dialogue in the office between the manager (M) and the developer (R):
M: How much time do you feel left for this task? When is the end?
R: I don’t know, by the feelings, everything is somehow unclear, blurred.
M is. A feeling of a blurred end?
R: Yes, the feeling of a messy end.

I pulled the nails out of the bat garage and knocked them into the ground. Hui knows why, probably because it was easy to get in.

And then the grandmother (the kingdom of heaven) said to the baby, "Make a wooden puddle for the child - let it develop!" The next morning I had a kianoko with which I walked knocking everywhere, imitating a tumultuous development. And at lunch the same day, while my grandmother was sleeping on the couch, I loaded her with this puddle in her forehead! My grandmother did not raise any more questions about my development, because Kiyanochka flew from the breakout into the river for 10 minutes... her hands.

Friendship between man and woman.
God, why did you actually decide that friendship excludes both sex and even thoughts about it? A close relationship based on mutual trust, attachment, common interests." My husband and I, for example, have been closest friends for many years, our relationship is based on mutual trust, attachment, common interests, and not on sex, although he is also very good. It is friendship that lies at the basis of long strong family relationships: if you have nothing to do with a man but to fuck, then nothing good in the future will come out of this.
Well, if you are not even in a romantic relationship, then why from one thought of sex everything else that binds you should instantly evaporate somewhere?

From the 4pda on the pink iPhone:

Better black as Darth Vader.
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Zzzz: And he said he was your father.

but really - born after the 80s often some missed... my girl worked (85 AD, the highest degree), the cartoon "Treasure Island" saw it for the first time when we were chasing it in the office in order of relaxation. In the 2008s.
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"I watched this cartoon as a child, but you didn’t!"
A reason for pride and an indicator of a broad horizon.
God, people, do you even know what kind of Aachen you are in?

I see that...
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I was here on March 8th... congratulated in contact with the girl one cute... wrote a congratulation and a picture. In the picture, a cat-type brought a bouquet of flowers - a mercy to melt. Nothing confused me. Just I sent a message - in the tape this same photo with the signature of the "8 March independent woman"... I now understand why I don't have a girlfriend, I am a pathological troll.
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This is not a troll, it is a society. A couple (and more) years ago (and a bouquet of cats is not a banana, it is a classic, google) I quietly sent this photo to different girls I knew, exclusively to delight and raise the mood. And it worked, and no one joked about “independent women.”

In the cinema with children. There is a huge dog on the screen. Every time he publishes a long "rrrrrrr..." and at the end of the shocking "...VVVVAF!!!". Everyone ran away, only a small kitten is sitting with the dog in front of the cheek and watching the process with curiosity. On the next "rrrrrr..." the dog is slightly knocking his foot on his mouth. The dog silently silences, silences for a couple of seconds, starts again "rrrrrrrr...", again gets to the mouth, silences, staying on the naked piece of wool.
From the room a child’s voice: "Cast is knocking down!"

Terry Pratchett has died. The world of his dust. Rest in the world!

When your husband introduces his friends to you, do you not think that they also had sex together?
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I’ll tell you more: when any person in general introduces me to their friends of any gender, I think the least about whether they’re fucking or not. I was crazy about my sex.

The chest should not be large or small. It must be beautiful first of all.
YYY: First of all, she must be a woman.

It is curious to note that the gods of the flat world never especially bothered themselves with all sorts of judgments over the souls of the dead, so people went to Hell only if they deeply and sincerely believed that there was their place. What’t have happened if they didn’t know about its existence. This explains why it is so important to shoot the missionaries at their first appearance." (c) Terry Pratchett.

A great writer has died today. May the earth be you, sir.

There is a left account in one blue network. Today I received a message from a friend:

Sergey, come in to Nicholas immediately!

O_0

A flat world without a creator...Thank you, Terry Pratchett

Cinderella syndrome in action. She bought a sexy maid's costume while washing, washing the refrigerator, the microwave, the bath and the floor throughout the house

The joke here.
= = = = is = is = is = is = is = is = is = is = is
You read here, you read... and you realize how many people would like to be giant intelligent frogs from the latest books of Gromyko, in which A-Paul and B-Paul live separately in different territories and only in the coupling season briefly intersect. True, A-Paul lives in same-sex couples of companions (not sexually, but purely socially).
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It is unclear why there is so much homophobia in Russia. After all, 2/3 of the population is raised by same-sex couples - mother and grandmother.

You don’t think about sex with your sister, no matter how beautiful she is.
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How could I say softer...

Try to think from the right perspective. You all have mothers. Many even have sisters. These are female women in your close circle of personal communication, but they don’t need to be scary at all, and you’re ‘blue’ not to look at them in a scary context. The instincts of the pofig - animals outside with their adult children are quite close - if it were instincts, relatives would not be an exception. But as a man, you don’t think so. So it is the reason and culture that determines everything, so you just experience the voices of boy arrogance with girls and try to drop everything supposedly on nature.

You don’t think about sex with your sister.

Fuck you wrote this on the internet.