September 28 is the day of the nuclear worker, the day of Homer Simpson, not your favorite director.
In multi-storey houses of Western Europe began to massively weld garbage pipes.
Because they began to make a great need of people who recently massively came from the southern places.
In Russia, bread and cheese will be declared harmful products
That we have already passed. And salt is white death, and sugar is harmful, and even eggs at one time had to be rehabilitated.
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A little about myself: I am an ordinary Hindu native, here you see my swastika. I worship the Slavic gods: Yarila, Swaroga, Peru. Peruna especially, you can see a sign of two lightning. I am 14 years old and my grandmother will be 88 in 12 years, these numbers mean a strong bond of generations. I am very shy, so I came up with an imaginary friend from Germany, whom I greet all the time, his name is also German. In the future, I want to become a crane worker, so I often portray a crane with my hand.
Announcement on the plane.
Fast, high-quality, cheap repair of Masonic lodges.
I bought a Chinese red cloth, and the whole red cloth woke up in the morning. Approximately the feet.
yyy: Fuck, I had such a dark blue set of bed linen. The Starry Night by Van Gogh. My parents gave me socks (but not socks). Dryer and Dryer. I woke up, went to wash, and there... a shit! The body is blue, half the face is blue, and all this nihua is not washed off. How to go to work is unclear. Two hours in the shower removed the paint.
XXX: You wash and wash, you call from work - when will you come??? And you say, while I can’t, I’m still blue.
I worked in a photography salon. "Cards" were not so many, but it would be enough to settle a small state in South America. But I remembered one woman. An ordinary woman of uncertain age, aiming for 60s with a tissue bag in her hands. The further dialogue:
Hi, are you taking pictures?
Yes, go ahead and sit down.
Can animals be photographed as well?
In general, at the time we were only taking photos of documents and only people, but I had free time and there was no turn, so I decided to go to meet.
Maybe even animals.
I want to photograph a cat.
Come here, let us take a picture.
He has me with me. Here in the bag. You know, he died a week ago, and I don’t have a photo of him.
In general, referring to the fact that my religion does not allow me to engage in such actions over the corpse of the unfortunate, I refused. The woman was angry for a long time and said, “What are you doing here at all?”
Once a long time ago, I don’t remember when my friends, whether in school or universe, jokingly asked me the question: Do I know the capital of New Zealand?
To my shame, I did not know. The answer was simple – Wellington. I remembered it for a lifetime, because it seemed very shameful to me then. The capital of Australia, the main thing I know, and here is the profan... Well remembered and remembered.
Five years later, I served in the army. As I remember now, we had a repair in the barracks and the daytime room was moved to the street, and we lived in tents. So here I am standing on the daylight, at 10 a.m., all the soldiers are lost somewhere after breakfast and divorce, no one, grace in a word. And here they go along the alley going to the barracks, the former commander of my company of young soldiers, well, when I was still an elephant, and a couple of other officers, also starleys and what fun they discuss. I saw them from far away, immediately stood up, stood upright, standing, guarding. They get closer and closer, they talk, they laugh. I hear from the conversation: here is what today the soldier is not literate went, does not know the enemy, geography does not teach, will attack us, and he will not even tell the capital of the state that attacked us, and such a commander to me: Here you, for example, @kov, do you know the capital of New Zealand? I am Wellington! Here you have to imagine a five-second silence, and the changing faces of officers from smiles to confusion. That’s why I needed it. It was useful. This case, I often remember, because you don’t know when you will find something very needed.)
The story happened a long time ago, five years ago. I had to go to the photo salon to print photos. I come, I give a flash, the girl opens, I show her what she needs, we wait...
A man stands next to me. Ask to transfer the video from the phone to the flash drive. On the screen of the monitor appear the video files. While this man is looking at the vitrines, the girl decides to turn on one of the video files and here... on the screen appears a house video, in which the man standing next to him is watching some middle-aged person of questionable beauty...
I, seeing this whole picture, will carefully take a look away, but it is worth paying tribute to the girl in the photography studio. This cute fragile creation completely quietly after 3-4 seconds of viewing turns the video off, drops everything on the flash drive and with an absolute poker face returns the phone and the flash drive to the owner. And, judging by her reaction, during the photography studio she saw all the shit.)
Recently, a friend of roller coaster was riding on the skyrim field as a Waitran guard. Yesterday at training during the desmatch, he was hit by a bullet in his knee. Ironically
Sleeper syndrome: What holds on seven screws can hold on one.
Aqualangists - people emotionally unstable, easily aroused, will hear the story of some exotic place with fantastic dives - light up like dust: you need to get there!
Same as such.
The top of the exotics for me was Papua New Guinea, a colleague replied, he was there with a medical mission, Misha, we were shot from the bow, people are eating there - you need it?!?! to
Okay I persuaded.
What about Fiji?
Better, people don’t eat there, they speak English, fantastic amazing corals – you have to go!
Said and done, we are going, a remote, even for Fiji, diving lodge with diving equipment on a small island, one there is a hotel, ours, three villages of locals - and all.
Greetings to “Bula!”
Alcohol in the hotel is available, but not included in the all inclusive, take in duty free.
My friend quickly gathered, I too, I don’t need a visa, tickets in my pocket, the airport.
What to say...
Very far, very far.
And the offensive detail - you lose the whole day on the international dateline, the concept is not fully understood by me, flew out on Sunday, flew out on Monday and jumped on Tuesday before landing, my brains do not digest such tricks.
Running forward - you fly back, so in general schizophrenia, flew out today, jumped yesterday and landed before yesterday, nonsense.
The aircraft landed and the harsh days of lovers of untouched places began...We walked on the main large island along the district road to the opposite side, 6–7, which was already boring – the flight took 12.
Arriving at the harbour, the Fidji guys left their luggage in a couple of boats, subsequently used for diving and fighting with the restless waters of the strait for three hours broke to the island, a light sea disease quickly healed from the desire to eat and drink, hunger and thirst as a hand removed.
We approach the island, a friend tiredly asks - have we already reached the end of the world?
I understand it, a day on the road, a plane, a bus, a boat, there were just no deer, I say, the aqualanchists are still masochists...
Almost got there - the bottom is small, there are no marshals - moved into flatboards, climbed into the shallow water and broke up the water to the hotel, with shoes in their hands, the locals sing songs and dress us guirlandes of flowers on the neck, a small ceremony at the meeting of tourist fools ends and we go to register.
And here I was waiting for the greatest exotic - on the wooden ceiling two children, white-bright and blue-eyed, talking in Russian, brother and sister, as it later turned out.
Overheated or exhausted, hallucinations, tropical affairs, overwhelming, no other head was brought!
No, it's easier, the resort belongs to the Russians, the owner's son came with the family, raised this resort, the family spent a couple of years without a trip, now they go to rest and check out the new management.
Fiji was not fooled, fucking beautiful corals, fish, shark feeding, dedication to diving and tribal ceremony - all there, in memory.
However, years later, my strongest impression remains two small children on the edge of the world, two chamomile among the tropics, peacefully holding each other’s arms and speaking Russian.
Welcome to Fiji, the season of Russian resorts continues, you will be at home!
Good afternoon for you!
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In St. Petersburg a decree is being prepared: to consider all sunny days as holidays.
the pervac writes, says "fuck these lips, help me," I answer to him that I removed everything and gave a link to another of his pervac, who is already in the third class. He asked for him, asked for him. My firstborn, who was young, was afraid to write to the old man and asked me. Well, I’m writing to my old pervok "there’s a che", he’s removing a link to the cloud. Where the shit, only my lips. For all the fucking department for the last three years give my lips. Losers are fucking.
The morning. On a loud communication in the hypermarket announce: "Please all employees at 9.00 gather in the breweries department." I understand, but I am still funny.
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No one cares about those who grow cucumbers in the landscapes. But exactly until the aunts begin to drive the country to grow cucumbers all the native to which they can reach.
No one cares about domesticated craftsmen until they start to get to everyone they can reach for someone dared to buy something in the store.
Serega, a first-year student, decided to break up with her virginity. To begin with, he studied everything in theory, and before he began to practice, he sought advice from his senior comrades, with whom he lived in the same room. They carefully listened to the young man, perceived his seriousness and recommended starting to say so "from the bottom." In the third grade was a wonderful girl Lucia, who was distinguished by kindness and unpretentiousness. She did not deny anyone, and she was not a joke, but just a loving girl. When the older comrades talked about her, the voice became respectful and dreaming. She was asked to start with it. Serega spoke to Lucy for three days: “accidental” acquaintance, movies and kisses in the evening to say goodbye. Comrades were sick for Sereg no less than for his favorite football club. Finally, the final event, after which he appeared before senior comrades in a new status. They congratulated him, knocked on his shoulders and laughed fun. Serega changed the status of a virgin, to a virgin, which was refused by the unrestrained Lucia!
From an evolutionary point of view, everything is much more fictional. Do you see people around the street? These are ALL forms of beauty: thick, thin, bald, rough – ALL! Because the signs are inherited from their parents, and as soon as the signs are inherited, it means that the same thin and curly mom WOULD in the past fuck the same low bald dad, well, and dad, respectively, did not refuse - that is, the set of signs that a person inherited, once recognized as mutually attractive))))
Nature recognizes only genetic abnormalities. Siamese twins there, a third leg and all that. And before aesthetic norms nature does not matter.
in the chat.
X: Eichars are already riding like pickups. This is what I wrote on LinkedIn today.
"Hello to you!
I understand that I may be the 15th recruiter for today, but I am not a bot and have read your profile in detail. I guess you might be interested in a position."
X: One day I spoke to a girl in Nevsky about the same phrase.
Y. And what position did you offer her?
Every programmer with active projects on the githab, who is asked at an interview to write a blister sorting on a sheet, has the full right to ask the interlocutor: "Does your customer really require everywhere blister sorting?".