It is 22 years,

It feels like 37 years old.

My friend the doctors at one time pulled out of the world. They put a heart shunt and ordered to urgently change the way of life, because in the former image it will not last long. Unlike many other men, the friend took this seriously and took a full program. Further from his words.

“I was in Annapolis last summer. The hotel had a gym on the ground floor, where I went every morning. He did his usual program: stretching, cardio, power. There was always alone. One day I noticed that a boy cook was watching me from the corner. When he realized that I had struck him, he approached and timidly asked:
Please tell me, how old are you?
and sixty eight. Why are you asking?
“You know,” replied the boy, “my father is forty, and he can’t do anything at all.
Don’t worry, I comforted him. When I was forty, I couldn’t do anything.”

In the nomination "Managers of the Century" won effective managers of the Post of Russia, who managed to open in the emergency buildings simultaneously logistics, shopping centers and branches of the bank, paying employees wages of cleaners.

I told a funny case. One company fired his employee for allegedly taking out the company of his friend. After the dismissal, the “dismissed” immediately went to organize in the company of a friend. A friend immediately rejected him with the phrase "we don't need people who are unclean on the hand."

Xxx: My classmate fell from them (the sunshine wanted to turn), but did not turn off and raised his head))) the spectacle was terrible, the whole mouth was broken. 32 teeth, jaw and facial bones. But gathered, healed like a dog, no trace left.)

Borsch, if you are reading this - hello))



Yyy: Is it after such a bloody split he has such a clique?

Tolerance is when wild people cease to be called wild.

Even as a young man, Utesov was driving in Odessa in a crowded tram, and suddenly he heard that the girl was crying - her wallet was pulled out. He asked how much money was in his wallet. The woman replied that it was 20 copies. Then he gave her 20 copies and asked not to cry. The girl calmed down, but, leaving the tram, asked Utesov: "Maybe you will return me the wallet?"

Photo: Lazar Weisbein, better known as Leonid Utesov, 1920s

I have taken all women in my life with the same compliment.
You will not take me!
I will not take! Because you are not like everyone else. You are special, I have never met someone like you in my life!

XXX: 12 years ago, I spoke for more than three hours in a bar with a stranger. When he left, he said goodbye. I was angry at the parking lot. I stumbled back and stumbled at him for not asking for my phone number.

We are now married.

I saw today a girl begging her dad at the playground to forgive her for telling her mother about the beer he bought during a walk. And the father was sitting in the sandbox and said that he would stay here and go home with such a bad daughter no more.

Sometimes the love of the Swan Lake outweighs all sympathy for the New Year's shows of the Caucasian Prisoner, Irony of Fate, Ivan Vasilyevich changes his profession and similar fairy tales.

of 1951.

In Sweden was announced the longest and most prestigious cycling in the history of the Swedish sport! The riders had to conquer the distance of 1800 kilometers, starting in the northernmost city of the country - Haparanda and finish in the southernmost - Istad. More than a thousand athletes from different corners of the country wanted to participate in the race. The 66-year-old farmer Gustav Hakansson decided to participate. He was not a racer, he was a cyclist who loved long journeys.

But the selection was very strict and only 50 people were admitted to the race. One of the main conditions was the age of cyclists – not older than forty years. An elderly farmer’s request was treated as a whore. But Gustav was relentless.

Fifty athletes went to Haparanda by train. They were surrounded by coaches, doctors and mechanics. Before the race, the athletes were rested and full of strength. Living in the southernmost part of Sweden and having no money for the train, Gustav did not think for a long time. He sat on a bicycle and went north, overcoming more than 1,500 km of his course. The organizers simply didn’t believe this when Hakanson again asked them for permission to participate in the race. He replied, “Rest in your chair and take care of your health.”

Would it seem that a strange old man on a dirty bicycle could resist? The number of participants was not included and the number was not given. Then he painted his own and put it right above his clothes — a large round zero. And started on its own, a few minutes after the last driver.

Since Gustav was not included in the general count, he decided to drive according to his own rules and not stop for rest. And for the first time I slept for three hours on a bench in the center of a village only on the third day of the journey. Thus, since he drove at all without stopping, he immediately went into the leaders of the race.

Reporters wrote about it in newspapers. Soon all Sweden learned the story of this low old man with the number "zero" on his chest. One of the newspapers offered Gustav to keep a travel diary, which he gladly agreed to. More and more people learned about him. A few days later, the cyclist met crowds of enthusiastic people in virtually every settlement along the way of the race. In the newspapers he was nicknamed Stlfarfar (Stolfarfar) - the steel grandfather. This nickname was attached to Gustav for the rest of his life.

After 156 miles, police asked the driver to undergo a medical examination. The doctors split their hands — Gustav was in excellent physical shape and could really take part in the race on general grounds.

Gustav ran the race track in 6 days, 14 hours and 20 minutes. He finished 24 hours before the official leader of the race! At that time, he slept, in total, only ten hours! The steel grandfather would have come to Istad earlier. But a dozen kilometers before the finish with his bike occurred the only in almost 3000 kilometers of the road breakdown - he broke the camera. “There’s no time for repairs,” Hakanson decided and walked. On the bicycle he sat a couple of kilometers to Istad and crossed the finish line with the wheel dropped, moving on one wheel.

Thousands of people met Stolfarfarf at the finish. Gustav, filled with flowers, was raised on his arms and brought triumphantly to the city center, where everyone was eager to take a photo with him. The next day after the race ended, he was awarded an audition with the Swedish King Gustav VI, who wished to meet the winner personally. But even now the judges did not recognize the victory of Hutchinson. After all, to give the first place in the race to this strange old man is a shame and a scandal! But that was no longer important.

The whole country recognized him as the winner. People sent Stohlfarfarfar hundreds of gifts, including money, knowing that Gustav had not received the official race prize. It was a popular protest against the official sport. Among the hundreds of letters that the Swedes wrote to Hutchinson in those days, there were the following words: “I am your age, dear Gustav Hutchinson, and I was an old man until I knew about you. But now, thanks to you, I feel young, healthy and happy again. May God bless you!”

Now we tell parents to “take to watch TV.”

Striking your fist at the table after is easier than moving a little before.

A friend told me. I went to my mother with my son, the son is already a man, 20 years old, we were welcomed, it is time to leave, the son said, "Baby, give me money?" Grandma: “Take it there in a box under the bed.” He naturally dives there and from under the bed: “That’s empty!” Grandmother joyfully: "So the money printing machine was cut off... " 81 year old man.

“Son, did you not see where this thing was to clean the potatoes?
Dad, she left you three days ago.

A smart and experienced man on the grail comes with caution.

I remembered how a lady-psychologist accidentally came to our house (I taught her daughter). She asked me if I didn’t want to protest Lisa about possible family misfortune. Lisa was six years old at that time. She was invited to paint a family portrait. The finished picture was this: in the foreground a huge hammer. Back (a much smaller hamster in height) - Dad. In large headsets (more head). Then I was very small with some pot in my hands. Well, and Lisa with a huge glass of Coca-Cola (almost from her height).
The psychologist was in trance. Our family was on the verge of death. Chamyac played a more important role in the life of the child than the parents. The father was terribly indifferent to the daughter, and stunned by the headphones from all the problems of the child, who (the child) suffered from this azzki. The mother was busy with the house routine (the pot) and cared about the child. The Coca-Cola glass, if the memory does not change me, symbolized the child’s desire for the illusory and unattainable (due to our righteousness) glow of the material world.
After listening carefully to the diagnosis, I told the psychologist the following:
1st The car was bought this morning at the subway. This is undoubtedly the most important event in the life of the child has found its reflection.
2nd My father broke his headphones. The child, snoring from his own nobility, handed the father headsets from his personal new player "for one day", and the father, naturally, sang a diffirambe of children's generosity and generosity, which also found its reflection.
Three It was not a pot. It was an old aquarium, which I pulled out of an anthrax to arrange a hammer house in it.
4 is The light of the material world. The hammer was sold to us in a half-liter cardboard glass under Coca-Cola. There was nothing more to carry him.

Elena Malysheva celebrated Thanksgiving at her home. In the USA. Because she knows with certainty that it is necessary in Russia to pulverize the brain of the population and earn millions for it, and to spend them and thank America for their sweet life.

I remember preparing for the operation, tomorrow, the nurse says, at 9 am we will be operated, from 9 pm nothing to eat, and we had dinner at 7 pm, and I had nothing with me. Well, I think fucking with him, in the evening I will endure and in the morning the operation, just after I wake up - there will be a pofig. I wake up from the fact that breakfast is taken, at 7:30-8, well, I can’t and didn’t bring. We were two in the room with my grandfather. Grandfather so cries still, the cough apparently succeeded) well nothing, scary © time 10, 11 no one calls me, I am polite interested in when I will be called, they say this. They brought lunch, grandfather crushed again) by the smell of soup it was clear that it was delicious)) in the stomach shakes, the head turns, dinner time!!! My name is not. After the grandfather (of course delicious!) They came to me and told me that the operation was postponed for tomorrow, nothing to eat. It is your mother! Well what to do) I agreed with everything and went to sleep sad) the next day at 9 am I was already on the operating table)