It is like buying, for example, a refrigerator, signing a contract on a bunch of pages and having a representative of the factory-producer regularly come to see.

This is called "warranty service" or "tech support". It is actively used in the industry, in the household is very lacking. What is wrong with this?

I composed an entire text with couplets of the "Daddy-Channel from Transcaucasia" on the theme of the "Girl of Praskovia", which then sounded from every household appliance.

<Julio> What does the oven scream about? How to repair it?
<Pedro> Oh, guy, your grammar creates masterpieces. It sounds like Hemingway’s novel, "What the oven whispers about".

Tolerance is cool! For us, the fat, recently in the subway and buses made special places, even pictograms painted with a blushed man. I always ride these places, a couple of times even pulled away from the places of some aunts!

XXX: Going on a horse
YYY: Making the move of the Gypsies

Q1: How did it go?
xy2: classic: the employer equipped the tool under the curtain, only the only suitable burr on 16mm was under SDS max, and we have the perfect, you understand, not the max.
Q1: The store?
xy2: 800 km in the tundra. The nearest. and the customer breathes in the back of the neck - by the evening, the controller must be equipped with a grid for the guards: He comes! Time - 14.00, evening = 17.00 (in general, 15.00, but it was possible to agree)
How did you run around the building in search of a storm/perf?
xy2: Then the stage passed: without time and guarantees does not work, and the search specialist at the interstate. They decided otherwise: the Bulgarian turned the fixer of the thunder into a cylindrical, sprinkling off the max heresy, and the transitional cartridge from the perf to the drill was finally useful... Everything was done on time, everyone is happy.
xy1: the harsh sabbaths of Aitishnik, the fucking...

He wants sex – doesn’t mean he wants it with you.

And what is characteristic, with those who understand this, want it much more often...

There was a girl with whom I had a relationship, walked, spent a lot of time together. Then came the moment when it was not called, there was no reaction at all to the messages, read and silence. Naturally, after such ignorance in a couple of days, I stopped calling and writing, continued to live a normal life. A month later she announced with the story that she was pregnant from some type and he is such a cattle is not responsible, said abortion to do, the child he does not need. I woke up, I was just shocked by such a greed, you ran into bed with a guy at the moment when you told me about some high feelings and after he refused - you decided to come back to me. I’ve heard similar stories before, but I didn’t think it would happen to me.

It would be nothing, she gave birth, the child is a year old, she is alone, sometimes she writes, her last writer has surpassed all expectations.

D. Can you name one reason why we can’t be together?

The reasons are in the face.

There are no feelings.

You behaved like a wlyuxa.

Later in this same conversation (when she pre-fantasized) I became "not a man" because I don't want to take a girl with a child, although I did not say a word about the child in principle.

Our grandchildren will no longer write on the fence.

I read the story of how a father persuaded his daughter to make a tattoo. I remembered...

My son did not want to learn the alphabet. The guy doesn’t need it. And so he lived well... He took the child into the yard. He asked for a hammer, blinking unnoticed. The palace played:
What is? Do you want to study like I did at my time? Do you think you already know what you need? Be ready for adult life!! to
The palace turned and went away. The child remained silent. Then he carefully laid the butt on the brick and went to teach the alphabet.

P.S As it turns out, he has a degree in philosophy. That’s why he got into the topic so quickly.

How is faith different from religion?
Faith is what you are willing to die for. Religion is what you are willing to kill for.

The river is ripe, the oatmeal is ripe.
The lens swirls,
In the soft darkness of fog
A good ass.

Darkforce: The previous owner of my phone number dropped me.
Darkforce: It’s not that she’s lighted up the number in all the stores and I’m getting a ton of spam now.
Darkforce: so I started writing her former acquaintances with the question "What kind of man on the avatar?"
Darkforce: I answer to everyone that it’s "bull".
Darkforce: Let it crack.

After seeing the advertisement of the morning with pirates in the passage in a winter morning, he begins to sing "because we are pirates, the sea our sea our birthplace." The first thing, the first thing is the rum and the treasure, well, and the orgia, and the orgia then.

I bought it in a store near work. Fresh, soft and aromatic. and juicy. very very. I carry in a thin cellophane bag. I went into the metro. In the hour of pic. I stumbled into the wagon, I feel that the bag with the hammer is carried away separately from me in the flow of passengers further into the wagon. He grabbed the bag with the last finger. Suddenly I hear the painful and painful voice of a man:
“Women, but who’s going to hurt, AAA?”? to
I say goodbye to the package and let it go on a free sailing. Half a wagon in the hurm. by Matt. The screams. The stones. The apocalypse. To fuse with the crowd, I also pulled out the jacket, I stood and married.
I am 30 years old. Will I ever be smart?

About the times, about the morals.
I used to think it was time to clean my laptop, but now I suspect someone is mining bitcoins on my computer.

My mom gave me a cell phone. She didn’t find anything to “powep” my moose:
Pick it up, cozy!
Who is this?
Let’s get to know, you’re going to get to me!
Girl, I don’t have a name or c to know.
If we get there, you are the fool.
Send it to Y!
I wiped and wiped. My mom hasn't gotten him. He, you see, is a puppy! The female is 50 years old, and the female is 50 years old.

Superhero series by Marvel.
Jessica Jones is a detective with superpowers and alcoholism. The main villain is David Tennant. And he’s as always an outsider.)

Is there a superpower in alcoholism?
And generally tempting.

KHH: No, she’s just knocking out the door with her fist.)

WOW: Not a bad skill for a woman... it is clearly not worth it to argue with her.

As if there are women with whom it is safe to argue.

In my opinion, sexual arousal when seeing a dancing person is not a problem at all. The problem is that men are somehow convinced that this is "evident" and "obvious". So, comrades, it is not so. It is not obvious at all. No, you are not dirty perverse, no, we are not sorry, you can get excited, the natural physiological process, everything is okay. But this does not speak of any subtext, which, you see, is obvious, and if some women deny it, they either pretend or are stupid and let them dance behind a closed door and do not embarrass NORMAL people. Don’t think that dancing is a “intelligence operation,” and joint dancing activities are a dating club. Moreover, it is not necessary to attack all women who think differently. You can ruin a woman’s mood with your insinuations after dancing. Yes, not anyone, some women will perceive this positively, maybe they perceive dancing just like you. But if not - just apologize and drop off, don't have to prove that we are stupid and wrong, you have already borrowed. Everyone sees the world differently, you know?

with dairexxx: New garbage tanks, large, beautiful and clean, on wheels. They stand on an elevated site, delight the eye, are regularly taken out. And on these wheels of height they are approximately my keys.
I am for what. I have a little power now, and if the garbage bag is heavy – and in our family it is heavy in the overwhelming majority of cases – the process of throwing in my performance looks very colorful: I approach the machine, take a position on the site, estimate the distance, the force of the wind and the phase of the moon, concentrate, measure myself, holding the bags of the bag, slightly twist, make the final half-turn around the axis and with a tight "yeyeeh!" throw the projectile up in the direction of the tank.

Every day the thought is more persistent that I need the Russian national team:facepalm3: