I had an interesting incident yesterday.

For work, I had to visit one production base.

I usually make a pass, go through the shlagbaum and take a confident walk toward the warehouses. The day is good, the sun shines, a light frost — and nothing in all the white light can ruin my elevated mood, I think naively. and ah.

I hear a loud cry approaching, I turn around and see a huge moose monster carrying on me. It flies out, therefore, from the corner and, of course, goes straight to me with a wild whirlwind. I, like a true coward, clamp my back to the fence and catch a spade, pleasing at the same time that there is at least some weapon. The dog, in the meantime, is already jumping around me, laughing so much that he puts it in my ears, simultaneously switching to a strange whisper. Copying this on the fact that the dog is apparently very hungry and angry that the victim is resisting, I continue to blow off with a spade. The dog is not going to retreat, but the cry for help was heard and the guard tried to recall the dog.

The Mukhtar!

Muthar does not shrink.

“Muhtar, your mother,” the guard is angry.

Zero of attention. Pulling and cuddling me, the dog does not want to retreat. Something is clicking in my head. The Mukhtar. The Mukhtar? ? to

The Mukhtar? I call him and let go. The dog lies on his stomach, lulls, slips to me and drops my boots to death, seeing the snow with his tail.

What is this? The watchman is offended by his shoulder, clearly disappointed in the dog’s security capabilities.

An old friend, I explained.

I remember how five years ago we picked up a small puppy at a oil field. It was winter, and the puppy only miraculously survived the fierce frost. We brought him into a barrel, drank him, fed him, and left him at home until he recovered. For two months he lived with us on the balcony, and when he recovered, he began to follow me like a bound. He did not leave in peace for a second, and for his devotion he was nicknamed Muhtar. When it was time to leave, the puppy was handed over to the drilling brigade, which in turn left it on the base.

So we met an old friend who knew me even after a long five years. I just regret that you had to leave Mukhara then, but you won’t write anything here.

In one very cool musical decade enters the granddaughter of a professor of art. An interview is coming. They talk to children. In the committee sits the professor himself and his colleagues, professors and docents. Of course, everyone knows whose granddaughter this is and the interview is purely formal. In front of them stands a six-year-old angel with white curls and bangs. But asking needs to be something.

The Prof. 1 the child. What note is on the first line?

My child’s notch.

The Prof. 2 is smart. What note is on the second line?

The Notte of Salt.

Between the first and the second?

The break is small.

The applause of colleagues.

Remember me as a Communist!
Okay, I remember it. I went to compare to Komsomol and to massage courses.

I don't think we prayed somewhere.
Or have eaten a fat goose,
The Orthodox Rocket.
Go into orbit with satellites.
did not take off. Spirituality is drawn
Far from heaven, far from earth.
Aliens are laughing.
They are not otherwise angry.
We will turn our faces to heaven.
Fuck the calculations.
We all need to pray more carefully.
Gagarin was crying in secret.
Crossing and standing.
The Orthodox World. How many of us!
Mass, speed, strength and distance
God’s people are not orders.

Cable for falling missiles

#energy

There must be Robin Hood who takes energy from children and gives it to their parents!

More from dogs, cats and hamsters. very much need. Where is he?

xxx: I'm a fake welder, but explain, see: I'm watching SpaceX launches - there are cameras on the first and second stage, you can even see the payload compartment. Here is a satellite about Bali (type), but not sure. How is it? Couldn’t you put a camera on it? Where to track the whole stage? Explain how this is possible – on the television we record the mosquito’s curtains in the bunker of the terrorists in Syria and exactly in the oven tube we put them FAB-500, and the stage – “a hz where it is.”

zzz: You understand, the whole thing is that SpaceX and Roscosmos have different tasks. SpaceX was created to make money, and Roscosmos to waste it. Therefore, "Nih" has a live broadcast from all "squats", and "us" has only cartoons and videos of Rogozin.

In Russian kindergartens engaged in the fight against corruption and prohibit to invite Santa Claus to children
YYY: Well it is right. Santa is working for scooters. The gifts are only given.

Smart people and fools are pleasant.

A very unfathomable sink. I once went to a ski base, peped out in a car dust extractor. We went over the road, we went over the road, the visibility of the hopposh and cars is very little. On the side, I see a dog, who stands up, then sits down, then raises his foot, but with all his appearance he tries to attract attention to himself. We get closer, it turns out to be a hoppy, naked German shepherd with a necklace, I walk to stop to look at what is written on the necklace, maybe there are data of the owner. We stop, I open the door and the dog instantly jumps into the seat and watches at me with a pleased sight, I try to push her out, she begins to swallow and lick. After a borrowing bump, I fix the two pips and we go on with the dog "on the bump", so she looks happy looking at the window. Within a few kilometers we enter some depot and the dog begins to worry, tear, knock his legs in the shoulder. We stop, I tick off, the dog ticks out, ticks my tail and rushes to the houses. And I remain astonished and with the thought that the dog was driving by car.

I found a mail on my phone with a prostitute. Scandal, hysteria and tears After checking it turned out that these were my old messages.

>> Of course, this can be solved by a ban on women’s education and low wages for women...

- In fact, all of the above plus "daughter, we found you a fiancé, you will meet at the wedding". Yes, in these days.

At the conference, the speaker asks something in the hall, someone answers him correctly.

The rapporteur says:
Great, I have a beer.
And he adds:
There is a free bar.

The responsibility for the unsuccessful launch of the Soyuz-2.1b from the cosmodrome Vostochny lies with the evangelical bishop Lucian, who consecrated the carrier missile before launch. This was on Tuesday, November 28, radio station "Moscow Speaks" protodiakone Andrei Kuraev.
“If a person does something and it goes wrong, it is a question for him to think about whether he is doing it right. It is very strange that the church seems to provide services, but never is responsible for the quality of these services. There is some problem in this," Kurayev quoted the radio station's website.
We went crazy...

Minors of St. Petersburg will be given 2,5 thousand headphones for iPhone. The phone itself will not be given. An interesting way to put them on the path of correction.

The nonsense moon

> RON: The subject of the letter: "Ivan, we will charge you E-points."

Even at the time of the first innet-shops was a joke: "Everyone who bought an e-book in our e-shop will get an e-point!"

by zlojcrash:
The Japanese have such a concept as "Giri" – it’s something like our "Debt", but not exactly:
If a person has done something good to a Japanese, the Japanese has a "Giri" - the duty to repay the good in the amount, not less than what has been done to him. Thus saved from death, the Japanese must repay the savior with no less than saving a life. In combination with the fact that, according to the Japanese concepts, to cause inconvenience to another is a terrible offence, the Japanese in a critical situation thinks approximately as follows: "I will help a person and thus impose on him a "Giri" than I will cause him a terrible inconvenience. So... I’d better not help him".
And with the stone fucking passes by.

RainbowBee: An interesting slogan for the MSU would be.

...as if being inside the events of the film could guess about everything that the viewer understands, seeing the full picture from the side. And the characters, here is the trouble, no one scrolled someone else's flashback and did not delay a multi-significant picture on a school teacher under an alarming music - "This is the murderer" - so that such a blowing cheek sofa logic could be outraged, how stupid children-heroes could not recognize the murderer in the teacher!

The IMHO:
Oh, here’s an alien egg, let’s put our heads there!
Have you been to a little explored planet for colonization? Let’s walk there without scatters. by Yuh!
And this is a terrible house, where there is a murderer with a knife / tower / alebard (need to be emphasized), let's split up so that we can all break away quickly alone!

90% of such films are based on people’s stupidity and look more like a comedy than a horror film.

xxx: You, in the Sims, the shutdown of a man to close - invaluable! He has three days of games, sits, psychodes, cuts and sleeps, then wants to eat and psychodes. And then, in three days, he dies. Ahahahahahah!
YYY: Do you understand what you described as the Invasion Festival?
by point

My parents had friends. Ordinary family couple, 30 years together, adult children, quite wealthy people in general. Once the husband came home drunk, although he was usually not interested, his wife, not thinking for a long time, decided to give him a lie for 15 days, so that it was unimportant. Then, almost 15 years ago, this could be easily verified, enough statements. While he was sitting in a monkey, a man came to the same ROVD, saying he heard that his body of his missing brother lies in a toilet hole in a private house. Since menta is unlikely to climb the pitchholes, for this they took those who sat in the monkey, the contingent was corresponding: alkashi da bomji, and among them our uncle-intelligent. They were forced to get out of the shit a fragmented corpse, which was lying there for several months, and the toilet continued to use until that day. After 15 days, the uncle immediately divorced his wife, left the house, left the business, stopped communicating with the children and went to work with a long-haul driver. He said he would never forgive his wife.

We have a new employee, you know? His name is Nikita. He is a little strange. He has a son, now 2 years old. Do you know how he called it? The goodness!
You can do better. To name the son "Pop" and to oblige the grandson to call him Aleksei.