Hmmmm...

And then people like you cry when they learn that they lost a baby when they gave birth.
Because no one wants to receive benefits.

It was originally about the hammer. If you are interested in the opinion of the patient, human to treat her - so full of conscious, who will voluntarily let the practitioners to any manipulation. And if your affair is a calf, who will ask you? "We have a legitimate protest.
Not practitioners of evil. A general approach to the patient as a boring piece of meat.

>> How do you get involved at home?? to
Don’t believe it, but it’s not the genitals that excite, but loved ones. Grow up and you will understand.

Vasily Pupkin: my brother at work was popularly explained that the father would not drink less, but they would stretch the belt with all the working groups
Vasily Pupkin: considering the quantitative ratio of the monitors and their bosses, the transformers will be important paper with seals
Vasily Popkin: how litanies and prayers are adeptus mechanicus
Vasily Pupkin: glued to the trans orders of the gentri about the inaccessibility of the breakdown - obliged to whip in the name of the Emperor for a couple of centuries

Whether the remnants of Soviet power in the heads, or just such a non-national way of thinking.
You want me to be considered and seen in me as a person. Even the doctors, yes.
It is because of you that children will die!! 1

Well, the babies are people.

It was in Moldova. A country famous for its builders. Two friends worked on the outdoors. Hanged over the abyss on ropes and wrapped the wall with foam. The apartment is cornery, the wall is long, there is a lot of work. Charge the employer well. And the client is such an impressive lady, from which you look and dreams unfold. Working friends in half, but with the client one speaks (as if there is no need to interrupt each other). And here is the one who was communicating with her, all the way so far worked, and it has been about a month, the clay has been hitting her. What are you doing tonight? Could we rest after work? Well, the work is coming to an end, and she suddenly agrees: Let's meet tonight - let's sit. Well, we sat in the coffee shop, went to her, and all night this "clock" roasted her in all poses and angles. And the next day they finished the work, wrote a long estimate, made the calculation, and even planned the money. How much to pay, how much to pay, and so on. And this “call” goes with an estimate to the employer. Let me pay, type. She looks at him, well, very cold and says: I didn’t understand, I didn’t calculate everything yesterday? turned and left. The worker's jaw hangs in the position "maximally down", and he goes out to a friend in the corridor. He asks, “Have you paid?” Where is money? The answer is: I paid. I don’t know how to give you half. Do I want to get up with cancer?

When I was very young and watched foreign movies and cartoons with a single voice translation (and there was just no other then), then in those moments when the characters sang, I, listening to the song translation, sincerely believed that foreigners are so stupid that they can not even compose songs in rhythm...¯\ツ)_/¯

Tonight, I am going to my business by the subway of Krasnodar, and here a cute girl runs to me, with the words "-Hello, and this is for you!" stretches me a green, neon rod (well you know, which start to shine if you break them). I stretched out my hand to accept this "present", as I remembered the guys from Gorky Park, who "donated" rubber bracelets, and then almost demanded from people all their little things for these same bracelets. Here the girl continued: serve, she says, for food to the orphans! Well, I think the orphans can be given, and I get out of my pocket all the little things (to her word there was about 130 rubles), and I stretch her hand with money. But the girl polently refused. “We don’t take a little, let’s get 50 or 100.” For a couple of seconds I looked at the lady with a shattered face, not knowing what to say. “You are sorry?” She asked me what I answered positively and went on. Maybe I did the wrong thing, but I don’t think it’s worth spending money in such cases.

Opened in a private medical center, where they operate cataracts on weekends. The chief physician instructed the older sister to inform her by SMS, how many patients operated, FIO patients, age. And here comes the big message: successfully operated 12 patients - Ivanov, Petrov, Sidorov... the 13th patient died. The chief physician has almost a heart attack: death during surgery in a private center is such a CP, you can go to court for it. She drinks valerian, her hands tremble. And then comes another SMS, the continuation of the first:"... so he didn't come."

Successful people appear on the bones of decent people.

I will put my 5 copies on motorway stories.
In the '90s, they headed with a friend to Poland mainly in Pšemyśl (Hello Sanek). Travels are heavy, the road there is half a day and night, the day of purchase, the night and half a day of return (this is if the customs will quickly give good). We drove changing, but still the way back was difficult - the car (a 4-cars) was stuck under the curtain, the seat was not thrown away to sleep, they drank coffee, ate seeds, sang songs - everything was. One deep night, after the border, they decided to make another bite of coffee, and the thermos was empty. I stopped at the cafeteria and I went to fill the container with the strongest coffee possible, and the partner remained behind the wheel. After 10 minutes, Sasha enters the cafe with open eyes and real dive hair in her hands holding the wheel from our ashes. It turned out that when I left, he instantly cut off, at this time from the meeting came to the side of the fur and stopped 5 meters in front of us, and the other fur passing by broke up and Sanek awakened, seeing before the burning headlights decided that he fell asleep and went out to the meeting well and lumped off all the brakes, while he so leaned to the floor with his legs and grabbed in the steering wheel that he broke out "with meat".
Good luck on the road guys.

Wisdom is the age-related slowdown of the brain, which leads to the inability to make rapid decisions.

How to check the shelf life of eggs?

YYY: It is easy. Press in the palms and bring to the light source in a dark room (and at least to the desk lamp) if the air chamber is dull, with a cup (10-50) - then the testis is fresh, dietary, if a little more ruble this emptiness in the dull end of the egg - then the egg 10 days. And if when cooking, you cleaned the egg and almost a third of the egg - emptiness - this egg is more than 2 months... There are special tables to determine the age of eggs by the height and diameter of the air chamber.

zzz: Very relevant in the store/market

Why do you have an iPhone light?

yyy: There would be another program immediately to compare with the table and the voice of a popular TV host (V.V.P.) He said, “We thought here and decided that these eggs were 100 years old.

After filling a kilometre-sized.bat file, automating many routine processes at work came to mind.

Good sysadmin, everything is done with his hands. Preferably from others."

On February 14th, all of their friends disappeared – they diligently pretended to be dating. And I too...

t3ns0r: Donald Knuth is a troll.
Remember, on the page on the thirty-first volume he proposed to readers to prove the Great Theorem of Ferm.
Dmitriid: Well, it was labeled as “increased complexity requiring deep theoretical knowledge” ;)

xxx: the person asked to come up with a rare nick for him to register on an international very crowded server.
xxx: A list of 5 options has been issued, three of which have not been used.
xxx: Asked "and the names are juicy, beautiful and no one has used how you managed to do it?"
Well, these are Greek words, English speakers don’t know them.
xxx: "But it is full of Greeks..."
xxx: Yes, but none of them will regain under the nicknames meaning "Coffee", "Coffee" or "Nub".

Yesterday the elderly had a trial GIA, the average third day of the flu, the younger tooth...
Early this morning (on dawn) the phone rings... I answer the call, and there a guy asks:
Alleluia, where did I get?
I answer him:
The 17 Intergalactic Jedi Council.
With such a lost voice:
Oh sorry, please...
And he adds:
May the strength be with you.

Decided on the occasion of Valentine's Day to chew yourself to tea sandwiches with pasta "Sweet". No soybeans and chemicals in the composition, only garlic spice. Who could have thought that "15% of plant ingredients" is one solid garlic. It was delicious, but... festive sex was cancelled, there were only gentle looks at a respectable distance. This is the prophetic name for this thermonuclear mixture!

I have been studying depressive states for a long time. Until the counterfeiting of the student and the purchase of the medhalat and the illegal visit to the first Medal lecture in Moscow in Klin.im.Korsakov)

The oldest brother with the dungeon originally congratulated:
Andrew, you are 25 years old. Do you think to rejoice? Fuck you here! You've been a brother-in-law until the most insidious age, when some aunts 10 years older than you, may look like your peers. But some of your peers, Suki, look 10 years older than you, and that’s at best.
He then said a lot more, but after these words, I now feel really scary.