It is said, “Man is created for happiness,” but for whom, it is not said.

I read about how the man confused the cars in Vladka, and, as always, he...

Once a long time ago, somewhere in the 90s, the year I can't remember exactly, in Peter just started to appear in a massive order of good foreigners. My classmate first of our suitcases bought some Japanese "parquet" b / u, but in very decent condition. We agreed to meet him in the center, have a coffee and discuss something. Then it turned out that we were on the way, and he called me to throw. It was near Vladivostok. We approach his car, and there are two men, obviously over 40, in costumes, talking about something with a pathos look. One of them, more blatant, has a expensive leather folder in his hands. And he looked carelessly at his friend’s car. We approach - two very young looking boys, apparently up to 30, in tinted jeans and t-shirts. We stand next door. We wait. Interestingly, the man may have confused the car. But then there were not so many foreigners as there are now. And in the vicinity, as far as I was able to notice, there was no other foreign brand at the time - only domestic cars. All the Moscovites and Zhyguli, Zaporozhye with the Volgas. Or maybe that man, just dust in the eye to let somebody decide. I do not know. But we stood with a friend next to the car and looked. By the way, a friend in half a voice explained to me something about this brand of cars. Suddenly, a blushed man with a folder makes a chubby face and says to us in a strict voice:
Boys, get out of the car!
I am silent, I am interested. A friend, a boy with a good sense of humor, says:
The Uncle! You are sorry! Can we just ride a little? He wipes off the shoulder of the man with the folder from the driver’s door, opens the car, we sit down and leave.

I should have seen this picture with oil. Especially the second man, who reached and who was half-shaped from the hood.

I have 5000 chocolates in my refrigerator, and my friend has one. I persuaded him to give his chocolate to the homeless.
This is how celebrity charities work.

"MVD wants to punish teachers for participation of schoolchildren in street protests"

There is an old joke:
Inspector GIBDD chases the streets of the city on a car, violating all traffic rules. They ask him why he does this? The inspector answers:"I am dismissing my immediate boss".

Adminskoe: The bucks have just served sweets. They are called "The Charming Shell" and "Eshkin’s Cow". No one has described my work so accurately in a few words.

Recently came into the hands of a document describing the statutory changes of the office regarding the age limit of the employee in the position.
So, in the main paragraph there was an eye-catch and instead of "limit" it was written "perpetual" age. I read, showed colleagues, agreed that the difference in terminology does not change the meaning of the document.

here here :
@I'd look at you, come you in a blush to our office

Are you there, you are selling strawberries?

Well people watch cartoons, well they like it, even if it's a bit strange - you fuck it? You’re being paid a cut for every cartoon you watch, right?

No one really does (no one does). And the guilty of this, oh, the viewers of the multiples))

We went with our former classmates on shelves (we are 21 years old). We drank and talked to a classmate.

He tells me, “You can imagine, the girls have gone now, they have 12, and they are already moving their legs. I look, my little sister went for the pads. So almost killed, I ask who this fool is, she’s silent! “”

I’m a little shocked, asking, “Why did you get what someone had with her? “”

He said, “Well how? ! to Her menstrual period started, so she slept with someone! "

Oh, the Germans are the Germans! Génzel and Grétel Hänsel und Gretel), diminishing German names from Johannes and Margaret. 0 - O

When I was looking for a job, I came to the idea that Hechanter and dating sites are very similar. You think you’re so cool, you sit, you choose decent options, you write – and in the end, half of you are ignored, and the other says you don’t fit.

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How cool it was in America!! to
There in terms of clothes are not frozen at all, my boss went to work in stretched, unshaken and hollow(!) T-shirt from wallmarta, which sells three pieces for a dozen. If I earned as much (about 8 million a year), I’t care what shirt I wear.

The word about clothes is given to Lieutenant Lukash: "If your uniform is not in order, and the buttons are poorly sewn or lack them, it means that you forget your duties to the army. Per it seems unclear to you why you are arrested for yesterday, when you were examined, you lacked a button on the gym, for such a little thing, for such a mess, which, if you were not in the military service, nobody would pay attention to? But in military service, such negligence with regard to its appearance entails penalty. And why? It’s not about missing a button, it’s about getting you in order. Today you don’t sew the button, and so you start to lordry. Tomorrow you will already find it difficult to disassemble and clean the rifle, after tomorrow you will forget in some tractor your stick and finally fall asleep at the post - and all because of the fact that with that unfortunate button you began to lead the life of a lobster. That is, the pigeon! I punish you in order to save you from a punishment more severe than those misdemeanors that you might commit in the future, slowly but surely forgetting your duties. andquot;

I just got your stories, I can’t read them anymore, fucking. One story is more frightening than another, simply. About the laundry, shit. About some shit, patriarchy. What are you wearing at all? Clothes, blade, glory - you will be respectable. What a shit? What are you wearing? Overall to swallow. I don’t understand...and these are adults? A shit, a shit, a shit. The Internet has given them a quote - write! Write good quotes, you fool! I don’t want to, I want to talk about the glove! What is? Is it a quote? Is this a quote? For the comps sat down, fucking write - pydors, fools, fucking...

Again, eating out the brains of people who are confident that if you don’t make money, you’re living wrong. Take care of your health, but do not tolerate the other brain.

> Oh, but here is the sect of licking bed linen. You don’t have to chew it, you don’t have to. All the rest is necessary, and bed clothes are not needed. The point.

Maybe you’re not crushing him?

Tatiana was not forcibly married. Tatiana heard from her semi-fantastic Ideal that they are not needed and married herself.

You have some misguided ideas about the morals and the life of the nobles in the Pushkin era. When marrying her daughter, her opinion was not much more interested than today, the breeder is interested in the opinion of the cat when it is sold. A person is good, responsible, will not hurt - this is the main thing. And then it will fall in love. Again, Eugene was not just so excited to Tatiana: she is now married, but the place of the lover is vacant. He did not want to get married (until death separates), but to spend some time with a young, beautiful, but naive lady - it is.

I have 5000 chocolates in my refrigerator, and my friend has one. I persuaded him to give his chocolate to the homeless.

This is how celebrity charities work.

I noticed that in the song Rammstein - Küss mich the words "Küss mich" sound like "Kuzmich". Cuka, the song about Kuzmić - my world will not be the same.

Once a long time ago, somewhere in the 90s, the year I can't remember exactly, in Peter just started to appear in a massive order of good foreigners. My classmate first of our suitcases bought some Japanese "parquet" b / u, but in very decent condition. We agreed to meet him in the center, have a coffee and discuss something. Then it turned out that we were on the way, and he called me to throw. It was near Vladivostok. We approach his car, and there are two men, obviously over 40, in costumes, talking about something with a pathos look. One of them, more blatant, has a expensive leather folder in his hands. And he looked carelessly at his friend’s car. We approach - two very young looking boys, apparently up to 30, in tinted jeans and t-shirts. We stand next door. We wait. Interestingly, the man may have confused the car. But then there were not so many foreigners as there are now. And in the vicinity, as far as I was able to notice, there was no other foreign brand at the time - only domestic cars. All the Moscovites and Zhyguli, Zaporozhye with the Volgas. Or maybe that man, just dust in the eye to let somebody decide. I do not know. But we stood with a friend next to the car and looked. By the way, a friend in half a voice explained to me something about this brand of cars. Suddenly, a blushed man with a folder makes a chubby face and says to us in a strict voice:

Boys, get out of the car!

I am silent, I am interested. A friend, a boy with a good sense of humor, says:

The Uncle! You are sorry! Can we just ride a little? He wipes off the shoulder of the man with the folder from the driver’s door, opens the car, we sit down and leave.



I should have seen this picture with oil. Especially the second man, who reached and who was half-shaped from the hood.