When you eat what you want, not what’s cheaper, it’s a normal standard of life.When you drink what you like, not what’s cheaper, it’s a higher standard of life.When you travel where you want, not where you’re closer, it’s a really high standard of life.

He sat on the next seat in the train Nuremberg – Munich. I suspected a Russian in him and was going to talk when his phone ringed.

Hi Katie! He said in the telephone. Okay, I am going to the airport. I will see you tonight. I bought Lego, I also bought a doll. I bought you something. No, I’m not going to hint, just guess. You will like. All I kiss. where? At home, the neighbor is listening.

The Wife? I asked.
The Wife. Don’t believe, every three months I go on a business trip and every time I can’t wait to come back. I miss her and my kids so much, even if you don’t drive. But I can’t, the job is good, I’m a feeder.
Such love is rare in our time. How are you so lucky?
Let me tell you. You are in Munich, right?

Apparently, Deutsche Bahn has a roadside frankness not worse than the Russian poster, so I listened to his confession, which I will try to convey.

It started with a friend calling me to the shelters. I’m not a fan of unfamiliar companies, but Serege really needed someone to take him away, and I was the ideal candidate: with a car, I hardly drink and at that time I was completely free. Mom and grandmother tried to introduce me to someone, but I refused, looking for the only one.

They arrived. I cuddly met someone, bite a cuddle and soon got bored by drunk conversations. Decided not to waste a whole day of his only life, go fishing, there Oka is not far away. He went into the car for the wheels, and there came a girl to me. Carey eyes on half-face, puffy lips, bust, waist. T-shirts in the weight. He asks:
Are you on the river? Take me with you? I want to go for a walk, not with anyone, everyone is already drunk. I am Katya.
Maxim said.

The fish were lucky that time. We wandered on the shore for four hours, and there was no talk for four hours. There were common interests, and so she listened enthusiastically, so she caught me in half a word that I could not break away. I went back to the company when it was already dark. My sergeant was dressed up to complete disappearance, he was laid overnight. The others were a little better. And Katya received a SMS and said that she urgently needs to go to Moscow. Something was there with my father, or he fell from the stairs, or he just got bad. Of course, I suggested to take it, along the way we talked. The phone did not give.

I played Sherlock Holmes this morning. Through Seregina, the social network (the Instagram was not yet there, but something was, whether Facebook or VK) found participants of the shashkel, with whom he had time to meet, interrupted their friends and friends of friends. Katy was not found. But three days later she wrote herself, found me in the same way. Unlike her, I had an open profile. I decided to go for a walk in Colombo. Four hours of talk and a farewell kiss. Only one kiss, but such that the pink fog in the head did not let go after very long.

They began to meet, but a veil of mystery waved over her. When I called her somewhere, she was almost always busy. When she called, I dropped all my business and went. What did we do? They walked, walked around Moscow, ate dinner somewhere, sometimes went to a club or to a concert. I always paid, but it wasn’t stressful, it was within my income. The stress was that after a month I still didn’t know where she was studying and working, with whom she lived – sometimes it was said that with her parents, sometimes – that she rented an apartment with a girlfriend. Even the name of her did not know, we transcribed in the messenger, where she appeared under the nickname. “There must be a mystery in a woman,” she replied to every attempt to penetrate her life deeper.

When I was overwhelmed by such an uncertainty, she suddenly asked:
Why don’t you ever invite me?
And I called ten times, she always refused. At that time he was not ready to receive guests, there was, gently speaking, a solitary mess at home, but not to miss such an event. Even in the elevator, she pressed to me with all her body, and when we entered the apartment, it became absolutely unimportant where I was rolling and how many mice hanged in the refrigerator. I’m not a puritan, I know a lot about girls, but what she did with me then – some elements I didn’t even see in porn. There is no night left, again urgent. And I was ready for everything again, only if it would happen again one day.

It was repeated only a couple of times, more often she restricted me to a walk and dinner, and even more often she wrote that she was very busy. Gradually the communication disappeared. And suddenly, after two months of silence, she writes: "My girlfriend's birthday, they removed a cottage in Moscow, will you go with me?"

Cottage was in the Yaroslavl region, but okay, we arrived. A bunch of cars in the yard and behind the gates, a crowd of people in the house. Everyone joyfully begins to embrace Katya, she is there the soul of society. They look at me with astonishment. When we ate and drank and scattered around the house in small groups, I accidentally heard a piece of Katie's conversation with the name. Well, by chance – turned within the hearing range from her, you can say that I listened. I hoped to find out something about her.

What is Maxim? Asked the name. What about Tolkien?
What is Tolik? Katya answered indignantly. There’s no bullshit, forget it. He was sleeping. I am a free man, I do what I want.

She got away from my friend and found me. She pressed her whole body and whispered that there was a beautiful bedroom on top...it needed to be occupied urgently...and that I would bring her stuff out of the car.

I dressed up and went out into the yard. He approached his car, got Katina’s suitcase and backpack. She had a very noticeable backpack, acid-orange, with a barrel in the form of a plush koala. Here Audi came, out of it came some cloud above my head, looked at the backpack.
Did you bring Katie? He asked darkly.
I am. what then?
He brought good. Give her things and go away from here so that I can never see you again.
So what about you, Tolkien? I guessed it.
and Tolik.

At this point of the story, my companion suddenly silenced and stumbled onto the Bavarian villages floating by the window. I waited for a while and then I couldn’t stand it:
And then what? Let me guess. Are you a former lander and prescribed this Tolique ižicu?

Maxim silently shrugged his head.

– So he noticed you, and Katya came to the hospital?
Neither is. I gave Tolika her things, sat in the car and left. I suddenly realized what all her mystery meant. She kept me in reserve. She met me when it didn’t go well with Tolick or he was busy. And even if now Tolik really got his resignation and I moved from the reserve to the main team, that won’t change anything. In the stock will appear some Aliq, Slavik or Garik. Directly from the car, I called my grandmother and took the phone of the granddaughter of Maria Petrovna. A week later I invited this granddaughter to a restaurant, and a month later I made her an offer. She is also Katya. She, of course, has no such wonderful eyes, and the figure is simpler, and there were pauses in the conversation at first, and in sex she had to learn everything. There are no secrets and no tricks.

talked

“As for my plans, you know what the focus is, the focus is that in accordance with the Constitution I have the right to be elected for a new term.”

We know everything. Even the name of the wizard.)

He worked as chief of the cage. He slept, the son took the phone and wrote a text message to the master of the change: "You are over."

In the morning I can’t understand anything, the shop is crystal clean, all the equipment works like a clock. The worried master says:



Everything is fine, all orders have been fulfilled.



Then the phone was blocked.)

Xxx: Change the faith to stop drinking. To such a radical decision, came my childhood friend, who periodically went into drunkenness. Well, logic in this is, the Qur’an prohibits drinking (from his words) in general, was the Dim Philemon (changed) became the Dannyar Faihutdinov (not changed). Somewhere in the genius plan, a mistake was stolen and Danyar fell asleep. For those “geniuses” who want to stop drinking



Yyy: The plan worked halfway, Dima Filimonov still did not sleep.



Zzzz: It’s not a pity.

An individual entrepreneur in Russia is twice happy in his life.
When it opens and when it closes.

Did you think someone was writing these anecdotes?

A man at work told me.

Ten years ago I went to rest in Israel for ten days, resorts of the Dead Sea, all that, and in the last couple of days decided to look at a long-time good friend, who for a few years before that moved there for a few days (also a normal hefty man who realized that his professional skills and experience can be found a more worthy payment than on his homeland, and dropped). I called him - he was delighted, he says, move from the hotel to me, you will live with me before you leave, I will arrange a real cultural program for you, I will drive in places that your guides do not know. In short, we met, in the evening we sat and drank, remembered the past, in the morning a friend says - I'm going to work, I'll do a quick job there, I'll take a couple of days off, and after lunch we'll go to the holy places, and you'll look, go to the shops. Oh well ok.

The man did not go to the shops - in the street hell, well, his fancy, sitting with a beer, the telecast is watching.

There is a bell at the door. It opens, there grandfather, I say your neighbor, my toilet does not cover the water, I called the sanitary, but until he comes - the money leaks, the water here is inexpensive, and the crane on the toilet is already old, does not cover completely. Help the old man.

Well, no matter how much help, the more our Russian man can do it. I looked, and the water was flowing, quickly removed the armor: the paddle was old, dull, the shape was lost and does not hold. My grandfather said, I bought the trailer already, can you replace it, right? No replacement, no matter what. Replaced, repaired and all okay. He washed his hands, said goodbye, thanked him, thanked him. No matter what, Father, live and rejoice.

He sits and looks at the telecast. Half an hour later, the door ringed again. That grandfather again. You say sorry, thank you, of course, helped a lot, but while you changed your hands and then washed a little water spent, I here counted a little, but you could not reimburse? Water is expensive...

The man, of course, eaten from such speeches, not even to her immediately sent, he thinks, herase, there are customs. My grandfather answered, I need to consult with my companion. Call a friend, say so and so, what do you do? He says, as he knew that you cannot be left alone, okay, give him these three pennies, but only let him first write you a receipt, that he has received payment for the water spent during the sanitation work, done that and that, no claims, date, signature. The man said all this to his grandfather, his grandfather was sick, but he would drown for a penny, he wrote a receipt.

After lunch, a friend returns, he says, this grandfather with his cunning has already gotten all, he does not want to pay for the sanitary, here it is expensive, and no one will do it on the left, because. Such work requires a license. But we will punish him, bring his receipt here.

Calls my grandfather on the phone and strictly says, say, it is from the home administration, we have information that you have changed your sanitary equipment independently, be kind, let me know who did it to you and whether he has a license. Grandfather first in the refusal, said, there was no such, but a friend to him - but here we were given your receipt, where everything black on white, what was done, your signature. Grandfather - be, me, and a friend continues: Well, once you have used the services of a specialist without a license, then you will be fined. Grandfather begins to get upset, and a friend says, in addition to the fine you will still have within three days to call a real sanitary officer, who will have to eliminate the consequences of this repair, because it is unknown how it was done, maybe tomorrow you will flood the whole house. And if you do not call and report, we will be fined until you do. And if God does not allow for this time from you even a drop of water to flow to your neighbors, they will drag you by the boats.

In a minute, they knock on the door and knock!! Grandfather cries: Here is your money, give the receipt! The man rushes, the money took, and the receipt says I can't give it I already took it to the house. Grandfather there is almost in a heart attack, screams, go take her, or I will take you to the police and to the court and to the sportlot. The man says, yes, you asked me, and the old man took the old money, damn you and not the receipt. Grandfather understood that he was taken for the frogs, he began to cry, tears let go. The man says, I am not hunting to go anywhere, I drink beer here, I sit in the cold, I am well. If you want me to raise my ass from the couch, drive a hundred shekels. The grandfather still nodded, wept, began to cry to his conscience, but the man said "goodbye, grandfather" and closed the door. Five minutes later, the grandfather brought the money and the man returned the receipt. A friend told him that for such good deeds, the man himself could get a small fine.

by mskfire

Judging by the frequency and hassle of updates, the covid was actually invented by Bill Gates.

The man who has committed sin is seen by his happy rose.

When the bubonic plague hit Geneva in 1530, everything was ready. They even opened an entire hospital for the injured. With doctors, nurses and nurses. Buyers fell, the magistrate granted subsidies every month. Patients were constantly throwing babies, and if one of them was alone, then all the property was transferred to the hospital.

But then the trouble happened. The plague has declined. And subsidies with maintenance fees depended on the number of patients. For the staff of the Geneva hospital of the 1530 model, there was no question of good and evil. If the plague gives a bubble, then the plague is good. And then the doctors began to do the best.

At first, they simply poisoned patients to raise mortality statistics, but quickly realized that the statistics should not be just mortality, but mortality from plague. Then they began to cut off the cracks from the bodies of the deceased, dry them, squeeze them in a stupa and give them to other patients as a medicine. Then they began to pour this powder on things, towels and bandages. However, the plague continued to fade. Probably badly worked the dried bubbles.

The doctors went outside the hospital and began to treat the doors with bubble powder at night, choosing those houses where they could then recover. As the eyewitness of these events wrote, "this has been hidden for a while, but the devil is more pleased with increasing the number of sins than with concealing them."

In a nutshell, one of the squalops was so overwhelmed and overwhelmed that he decided not to wander around the city at night, but simply to throw a bundle of powder into the crowd during the day. The smell rose to heaven, and one of the babies, by a lucky coincidence, who recently left this hospital, found out what it smelled.

The staff was bound and handed into good hands by the respective masters. They tried to get more information from him.

The execution lasted several days. Inventive Hippocrates were tied to columns on chariots and carried around the city. At each crossroads, the slaughterhouses ripped out pieces of meat from them. Then they were brought to the square, cut off their heads and quartered, and parts were scattered throughout all the areas of Geneva for the rebuilding. The exception was made only for the son of the hospital supervisor, who did not participate in the process, but confused that he knew how to make mixture and how to prepare the powder without fear of infection. His head was cut off to prevent the spread of evil.

François Bonivare, Chronicles of Geneva, second volume, pages from 395 to 402.
https://archive.org/details/chroniqvesdegen01chapgoog/page/n398/mode/2up

Symptoms of the new strain of coronavirus Omicron are fatigue and fatigue. In short, we will not even notice, everything as usual.

My eldest son at school asked an OBJ teacher, “How do I become an OBJ teacher?”

The teacher replied, “It’s not easy. You have to go wrong many times.”

Thus, with self-irony and a philosophical note, the teacher brought to the class that work was like it.

I had a rest with the guys in the sauna. I am already quite in the food, in principle like everything and wanted us female affection and crazy sex. Called the lady of easy social responsibility, the essence of the love priests came to work. After a little drink and discussing with the ladies plans for the future, I decided to settle with one of the nymphs in a specially designed room. Everything went as if wonderfully, we each other, I ticked the fibers eë soul with her dignity from the inside, she gently and sensually hugged my pelvis with her hips, I gently kissed her ear and neck making frictional movements, my right hand massaged eë a gentle elastic soft chest, then I slowly passed my hand to the hips and touched the elastic butt with my palm. She stoned, I liked it, I began to accelerate frictional movements, eë the stone began to sound louder and exciting, I felt the heat of eë the body, the smell of eë magnificent as the Niagara Falls hair intensified, it awakened in me the desire to absorb eë completely. Alcohol and passion confused my thoughts. At that moment I did not exist in this world, I was completely immersed in the soul and thoughts of the eë world. Suddenly, I was returned to this reality by a thin, penetrating and unexpected voice of a nymph like a summer thunderstorm: - Yes!!! Make me hurt!!! to

I was overwhelmed by panic, all I could do with my penis I already did, deeper I could no longer. I understood that the moment of ecstasy is going away, I need to do something urgently, shake my chest - no, it can leave an unpleasant mark on a beautiful body, shake my buttocks - no, it's childish, shake but the pope didn't have the opportunity because of the posture, to make a "sleeve" on the nose. It sounded eë a gentle voice like lightning after thunder. Time passed, I was in panic, alcohol and blood pulse beat me in the head... I ticked my finger into her right eye... – Aai!!! Fuck the fool!! I heard the disappointed voice of a nymph in the whole sauna.

Xxx: I once so out of the air, and behind the window hanging neighbor's balcony is insulated. I was scared and naked.



Yyy: He was not naked. She was playing. ))) I knocked on the window, a little bit. They asked for a drink, made tea, smoked.



Zzzz: And then I dressed up.



Then I smoked again.

After the change of the name of the police police, the problem with garbage only worsened.

Crew of AN-2 The second pilot tells the KVS on SPU yesterday's arrivals:
I took a bottle and went to a woman’s room. We drank, danced, the matter came to bed. Valerky's friend did not break - went to another room to raise the demographics. I have no... I have already removed the shovel, the rubber from the TPYCOs has already begun to knock...
There is a woman’s voice on the air:
- Boat seven and a half hundred and nine, stop blocking the broadcast!
The second pilot:
- Commander, I seem to have confused the "Radio - SPU" buttons.
From all sides in the air:
The tower is silent. 7759 and continued. What ended?

The government has approved the poverty limits in Russia.
This is good news.
Tens of millions of Russian pensioners will finally be able to stay abroad.

In general, money is so little. Mostly money just does what ends up.

The Holy

There was not long ago in India a famous teacher and sage. A very smart man, by the way. He was raised to the rank of a saint, which is characteristic of intelligent people of that time in India. The most fortunate thing about this teacher was that he was a well-educated man, and his students were people with a good British education. Desiring to convey to the descendants all the greatness of his thoughts in primordial purity, the students carefully recorded them, practically stenographed them, took several photographs of him and even recorded one of his speeches on Edison's phonograph. In general, this teaching was possible to study not in the mode of vague oral translation, as the teaching of most ancient (and modern) saints, but almost from the first mouth.

In his young years, this teaching seemed to me very interesting, and communication with fans of his talent in the USSR was also very curious. I counted on his works and discussed them to such an extent that I began to consider him almost a native teacher and studied his views deeply.

The teacher’s views were extraordinary. In particular, about the saints he wrote that people should not devote themselves to them at all, but should follow their teachings. As a ridicule to religious fanatics, he cited an example when an ancient prophet taught people good, and instead of doing good deeds, they put his statue on the statue, every day on their knees slipped around this statue and beat their heads at its pedestal.

- It is impossible to do so, - wrote the teacher directly in his books, - the lobbying of statues does not give enlightenment!

Generally a good lesson. Right and vital. Do not create a cushion.

So, by chance, I found myself in India, in Delhi. There is a metro station named after the teacher. Next to it is the Temple of the Teacher. Well, how not to visit almost a native person, suddenly what new and interesting I will learn, I will meet with good people.

Having declared myself (and not shaken with my soul) a Russian fan of the Master, I will enter the temple, and there... There is a statue of the Master in the middle of the hall on a stone piedestal. Around the statue on the carpet people crawl on their knees, considering themselves his disciples and followers, sing him praise, and in ecstasy beat their heads at the foot of the stucco.

A man resembling an investigator, in a state similar to being drunk, in a car similar to a BMW, committed an act similar to hitting objects similar to people. Human-like objects ceased to exist like life.