With the years, the questions are becoming less. Not because you know more, but because the answers interest you less and less.

I have been teaching organic chemistry for years. The subject is difficult, of course, for students to teach it hard, and not hurt hunting for many. And in order not to learn, they prefer to write from each other. Here and at the last exam, I observed in detail how two guilds did this. I checked their work - both wrote absolute nonsense, but almost identical nonsense. It was necessary, of course, to put both pairs at once, but I decided to have fun - one put a pair and the other put a four.

The result did not make himself wait, the "double" ran to me in the office with the demands, say, he and his comrade have the same answers, and he does not understand why he got two, and his comrade four.

I pretended to be surprised and asked them both to come to me for a check. They got mad, they went in. I, like, over-checked the exams, thanked both for their honesty, and the "fourth" rating was also over-checked by two.

And then I the view from the window, as they shouted to each other, and fisted their fists.

The USSR. dictatorship in school. The teacher reads:
God sent the crown a piece of cheese.
and pause. All the students write.
What do you pull your hand?
Marianne, and you said that there is no God.
There is no cheese either. What now - and not to write a dictionary?

One acquaintance came and pointed his finger down the ceiling of the luster. under the ceiling. I went there, scuttle.

I would put such a competent after that in any of his visits a snack only in unwashed dishes. For the sake of hospitality: well, why the guest to strain and stretch?

My girlfriend was scared just before a heart attack. I brought as a gift from the trip two cute figures of cats, I put them at home on the table next to the monitor. That evening I sat down late, it was already dark when I went to bed.
I turn off the light – and in the total darkness, the light of bright green eyes rests on me.
Then I realized that the figures were phosphorescent, but had time to get upset.

The new year is approaching and I would like to get it as a gift.

Q: Lovely, look, Facebook offers me to buy those eyebrows again, remember I showed? They are so beautiful!

M: * Half-hour lecture on tracking search queries and installing a blocking tracking plugin*

So I imagine: brought a mammoth into a cave - and immediately under the primitive crane washed his hands with primitive soap and wiped it with a primitive towel.

You have forgotten to wash under the mammoth crane.

You are sad, you are small children. What you put in is worth it. What is laid is lying. What was thrown is thrown, what was thrown is thrown, say goodbye. There was a discussion here, philologists-theorists.
Man is dead, but he has not been put down.
Sad: You did not bring drunk friends home.

An employee of Sissi works in Vivaria. She does not speak English, so there is a letter about the beast being born in Finnish. And apparently using jargonisms or just sometimes making mistakes. In general, her letters are not fully translated by Google Translate, and the meaning is not always captured. But the most delicious thing is that her name, which she signs every letter, is translated by Google Translate as “partisan.” Thus e. The mailbox regularly receives messages of misty content from the partisans. It develops paranoia.

I don’t sing with cats anymore.

These animals subtly feel art, real. When I sang with my cat, she shrugged, stumbled onto the wool and desperately rushed to beat me with a haru. This is the criticism, I believe.

Small, unknown gender:
>>>Are you so hungry that you eat a baton of bread and drink a bag of milk in a day? I have a baton of bread lying in the refrigerator for two weeks (the right one needs to be taken), and milk is worth six months.>>>

You won’t believe, but everyone has different appetite, diet and energy needs. A pack of milk, for example, is enough for two or three days. Who drinks during the day? Not because he is eating, just in his diet may be more milk, and in yours - something else. Someone can not tolerate ultra-packed milk, which stands for weeks without a refrigerator, and someone, on the contrary, hates pasteurized, fast-roasting. Can you buy based on your real needs? And calling everyone who eats more than a piece of bread and a slice of biscuits a day with a snack is a bad thing.

I love such kind uncles (these are usually uncles or unchildren) who royally allow your child not to obey you. Yes, my mom says, wash your hands, then don’t sweat, then wear a hat. A bad and bad mother. The good man allows everything.
He also believed that a child at 10 years old should already be able not to crack or get rid of himself, and he would not have to rub a big pig every day. The main thing is to shine on the backdrop of the chicken-mamachi.
Uncle's house can be pigs, he cleans everything after you. Why not at home? Why doesn’t my mom want to do that?

Olives without bones are almost olive filets.

Two pairs of eyes look at me. Young people - with the enthusiasm of the winner, adults - with the broken pattern...

I don’t want to disappoint you, man. But the young eyes looked at you with the thought "wow, you can rubbish and you will be picked up - all as in 4 years". And adults - with the thought of how the mimicrocodiles interfered in the educational process. Because you are no different from the grandmothers who chew chocolate to a two-year-old allergic - eat, little, until the mom sees. I have invented a diet!

Vaslobas
It was an unlimited yota. Why didn’t they go over at their time? Great option too.
Wicked

Because I don’t live where there was an unlimited Yota. Russia is not limited to Moscow and Peter.

Exciter

Even in our Barnaul there was an unlimited Yota.
Siziyman
Russia is not limited to Moscow, Peter and Barnaul.

Laklo is a medium species, one "blue" cat's tongue during laughter. I give a tooth. This was my quote)

On his birthday, many grandmothers wished him, and he became the director of the nursing house.

Anna Schneider
I put order on the shelves above the bed. In order not to get bored, I put on music. As usual, she sang quietly. I played my favorite song, I unnoticedly added the volume in the voice. Here jumped my elderly, who before that restlessly slept and began to mock. Complain, so, with the question, said the mistress, what happened? You are bad? Can I help you? I do not sing with cats anymore.

To the question of the sanctification of the saint for torture:
It is especially unfair that the martyrdom of a group of comrades, the saint, was given to the only one guilty among them. I don’t remember anything to call Dr. Botkin a saint. Even the former Tsarevich, an innocent painful boy, was bypassed.
It is very similar to how the Nobel Peace Prize is given today – you need something special, such as the creation of Igil.

I am a mouse, and I fucking your strawberries. In other words, fuck her. I ran for your bread. Sals on your salt. He scratched on spices, slept on cream cakes, slandered your wives, sold shit to your children, wasted your money, stole and smashed your cars, burned your houses and occupied your jobs.
And seriously, I lied about jobs. I live from theft and sometimes I get benefits. Here are the white mice.