The temple built in the place of the square is a wicked temple.

I waited today at the children’s clinic until the child’s X-rays were taken. Mother and son were sitting next door. The boy is not to be stuck, but his eyes are confused, like the eyes of a bad cat. His mother taught him before swimming competitions. At first, he spoke quietly. About the fact that it is not necessary to lay out on the heating, it is better to repeat the turn from the back to the brace.

And then suddenly:

“Who is your main enemy? and!! Who is? Answer, who is your main enemy?

The boy blows, “Who, who is my chief...”

Mother: I am afraid! Fear is your biggest enemy! What do you need to overcome fear?”

The boy: “It’s necessary...”

Mother: You have to be confident in yourself. Are you sure of yourself? Tell me, are you confident in yourself?”

Here the radiologist came out and called me to the office, so I did not hear the answer. I think my pants were wet.

For the last 30 years, my dad has cut a few branches of sirene and flies every spring.

He squeezes them into a bucket. And no matter what in the world they are or in a quarrel - it must give to my mother.

“Look what a bucket of cabbage I gave you. He always speaks when he gives it.

Dad is an irreparable romantic.

There is nothing more stupid than the confidence in tomorrow.

At nine in the morning, I went to the shower, bound my hair with cowards, so as not to get wet. At three o’clock in the afternoon, after two meetings, we walked through half the city. I forgot to remove it from my head.

If the sanctified satellite did not go into orbit, it means that it is sinful and has nothing to do in heaven.
Explanatory note from Roscosmos.

It was 15-17 years ago. I, a young and without a tower, walked on a walk, stayed with the girl. In the morning, a little confused by what was happening, I noticed that the girl was very confused by something. Or worried about. He looks away, and smiles somehow through force. Well, I decided that the snoring entertained her all night, nothing terrible, and comfortably said goodbye, went to the service. After staff troubles, when I got back for lunch, I began to remember something...I felt like I woke up at night because of the noise. And said something. And the fact is that I lived at the time in a dormitory where a lot of mice lived. All together, all together, they were poisoned and destroyed by traps, but every year in the spring (when the water is poured into the coves) and in the autumn (when it becomes cold to live in the field) mice stormed our community. I fired them during the day with a pneumatic ISH-53M pistol, and at night these bastards shattered on the floor, sometimes preventing me from sleeping. And I powerlessly watered them with a selective mat... Feeling sinful, in the evening I come to a friend, and I begin to tell her about the mice, the gun and the communion. Gradually my girlfriend’s face becomes more fun. Then she told me what happened last night. She got up in the middle of the night to drink water. And when I returned, it was a little rumored, which I, accepting the noise of a friend for the noise of mice, lifting my head from the pillow and looking into the wall, said loudly and clearly, "STILL! I will shoot Nader!”

I ride a bicycle through the forest. I see a woman walking with a big dog. Without a rope and a rope, it is worn around her. This is the forest, so it is possible. But terrible.

To resolve the situation, I address a woman:

Will your dog eat me?

This this? No, this will not eat.

And here I hear behind my back a crack of branches. The woman continues:

This may be...

I found a group of Israeli tourists at a restaurant in India. One of them, a 65-year-old man, quietly served a cigarette (the wife forbade him to smoke). The man was from Melitopol, in Israel since the late 1980s. I stood in front of the restaurant and smoked. His wife goes out to the balcony:

Quit the cigarette immediately! What is this bearded pot around you?

He is a Jew from Moscow.

Does he know Hebrew?

and no.

“Put him in the ass, throw out the puddle and go up to the restaurant right away!

A man for me:

Have you heard? I went.

Why did you both speak Russian?

If we were to speak in Hebrew in your presence, which you do not understand, it would be untouchable to you.

I live in Dacia. and yesterday. In the morning, I drink coffee on the veranda. They knock, let go - gastarbayters, cultural, polite:

“Lord, let us cut the lawn for you, only 5,000, will we not take it expensive?

I answered:

I came with my grass-cutting machine, thank you, don’t have to)))

They smile, they turn away : - sorry, master )))

and today. The car was stolen)))

It happened literally a few hours ago.

I work as a warehouser at the production, I sit in my house, I work, one of the workers comes and so mysteriously says: "And we can't accidentally find out foreigners in the territory? “” By the way, the territory is enclosed with a fence, cameras, security. I answer that it is unlikely, and I ask what happened? He said to me, “The cell phone from the smoker is missing.” I call the number, the dots go, well, if they were stolen, they would immediately turn off. We take the lamp and go to the smoker, little, fell, and in the smoker it is dark. We come, I call, guts go, but the melody of the call is not heard, we searched all the corners, there is no phone, we went to the dining room, I almost forgot there.

The sounds are ringing, the melody is not heard. We went into the store, the same story.

Well, what to do, we need to understand, let's go, I say, we will look at the cameras, the cigarette itself is not visible, but the approaches are viewed. We chose a time interval of 2.5 hours, so that plus minus with the reserve as the exact time of disappearance is unknown, speed x30 and forward. And since there are only 8 people on the shift, including me, four of whom smoke, any engine at this speed near the smoker is visible. Sometimes there are people, we turn around and look at the moment at normal speed. First from one point of view, then from the other, from the third. Nothing suspicious, and all of our own, we have been working together for many years, not even thinking of anyone. We gather in the shop those who are more often than others on the street, little or no stranger passed, nobody saw anyone, but the fact remains, the phone has disappeared. I'm going to look from another perspective, the worst, because the camera inside the workshop, on the street lighter than in the workshop (the workshop is not working, the main light is turned off, only the daylight burns) and the smoker is not badly illuminated, everything is the same as before, someone comes, goes, but it's all his own, including the phone owner. Suddenly I notice a flash, I find a moment, past the open doors of the shop, two dogs run toward the smoker, wandering, sometimes crawling in the washing machine to dig. It is bad to see, but you can figure out that one of them runs into the smoking machine with the head down, and runs out with a high lift, it seems like something is dragging, the dog itself has it, so I thought so. I show this moment to the owner of the phone, in order of nonsense we decide to follow the tracks, but we find nothing, I call the number, everything, the subscriber is not a subscriber, sadness.

From another camera looked where the dogs are running, it turned out to have made a bribe under the fence, run out of the territory and in one place somehow cuddle. He went up to the fence and lighted the lamp. I watched, nothing to see. I tell the owner of the phone, we went to see what they are there cuddling, sat on my, the light on it is good, traveled around the territory, found two heaps of robbed black cloth, black rubber tapes, what pieces of black wool and the back cover of the phone cover is also black, what a fetish in dogs, hz, a couple of meters from the crow found the front cover of the cloth, all bitten, bitten, no phone. They went into the cane, scattered all the grass, but the phone was not found. I turn around, we sit down, we touch, the hole still shines on my head, I turn to the bushes, see if there are no dogs nearby, and the edge of the eye I notice under the motorcycle a black rectangle, your mother, your phone, found.

We came, went to the workshop under the light, the phone is okay, the battery just discharged, the dogs did not touch it, only why did they break the envelope.

Why pulled the phone - a mystery, candy was lying next to it, they were not touched. It happens...

Andrei Rodnenko worked in the warehouse as a receiver. I went on vacation. On the first day of leave, the head of the warehouse shall submit an application for dismissal. The boss rotates the paper and then asks:

Have you just found a new job?

No is no! How a week!

What didn’t I say before? I would work for two weeks now! So in vacation.

Ivan Ivanovich is! What did you think? That’s why I didn’t say.

The wicked sheep considers themselves unique.

I stand at the post office and wait for my voucher to receive the package, as suddenly the rain begins abruptly outside the window. The man standing right in front of me opens the package received, gets a umbrella from there and, saying "as in time", goes out. The whole line looked at him.

The people look at the receipts and bills in the shops with such an expression of the face as if the president had not thrown 10 shots into the enemy gate.

I asked a friend to bring me with his girlfriend. After the first date, we did nothing. I asked the best friend, what is wrong?

So I have, you see, subscriptions in VKontakte starters and it is immediately visible that the personality I am boring and not interesting.

I have groups on argon welding, DIY, and old metal bands, and NO MEMS!

A 23-year-old grandfather without a point of contact with a 23-year-old...

A Reddit user told how he distracted his aunt from daily visits to his home. He admitted that he had brought a spider, in the AmItheAsshole community (“Isn’t I a shit? “ )



He explained that he has been married to a Chinese woman for many years. According to him, the parents of the woman are very conservative and do not understand what privacy is, and the spouse can not set boundaries in the relationship with them.



"If you can agree with the test, then the maid is just crazy," the user described them. He that his wife’s mother came every day without an invitation and was constantly screaming.



A few months ago, a man learned that his maid was panically afraid of spiders. Then he decided to start a domestic tarantula so that the woman would not come again, but he did not reveal his motives to his wife. As soon as the pet appeared at their home, only a herd came to visit.



The user asked if his deed could be considered bad, given that he did not reveal the whole truth to his wife. “She hasn’t responded to my concerns about personal boundaries for years, so I didn’t have a choice. In addition, the tarantula is a great pet,” the man summed up.



Commentators suggested that the man’s wife understood everything and was glad that she managed to get rid of her mother’s excessive custody and avoid a quarrel with her.

Not further than yesterday we are sitting, therefore, with my immediate boss Konstantinich and the men from the workshop in the smoking room. And here Konstantinich decides that the time has come for "educational" stories. Further from his face:

“I had a case... We went fishing and forgot about the ear boiler. And then Maxim Stepanich stands up and says with an unwavering face:

I'll walk along the shore, maybe I'll find a paddle.

And he leaves. He returned in 10 minutes with a hole of some sort. The cage was dirty, but he immediately washed it in the river and sand. I washed my conscience. As if it wasn’t dirty.

For a long time, briefly, they cooked the ear from the caught fish, bitten it, and Maxim Stepanic carried the cage somewhere. He went with the bush in the bush and there is no one. We are behind him. We find him sitting on a cage without pants. I go to him:

Stephanie, have you been fooled? Why do you hide in the cage?

No one will take him from here.

How will we eat the ear afterwards?! to

We ate it this time...

I have a brother. He is 20 years older. Son of my father.

This is prehistory. And the story is this: when I was 7 or 8, my parents and I went to the sea. I asked my brother to look after the apartment.

There was nothing to look at. Give flowers once a week. That is all.

Now I think that in the process of supervising the apartment he got his profit. Maybe my mom decided too. Because when we returned we found in the refrigerator: a bottle of cream, ananas, bananas, strawberries, grapes and chocolate.

When I opened my little fist for all this, I was told that it wasn’t all for me. My brother comes and takes it.

It was 1995 or 1996. You have understood. A bubble of cream and ananas I saw in reality for the first time.

A month and a half has passed. The fruit died by the death of the fruit. Six months later, a bubble of cream went to that light.

Ten years later, it turned out to be a gift from a brother to us.

I know so much thanks to my dad.

And glass windows, and put tile and parquet board, and paste wallpapers, change pads on the car, assemble furniture, change sanitary equipment, understand legal issues, work in the field of electrical engineering, know how to make saltings / cooking, and much more.

Because daddy, my beautiful, diverse daddy, never does anything.

And I have to figure out how to do it and bring it to the end.