here here :
Fuck you people. I run around the apartment every day to clean up the unpicked things in time, wipe out the obvious dirt, wash the dishes and everything in this spirit. It takes a maximum of an hour.

And an hour of time every day and the energy spent on it is not enough, isn’t it? Also with genuine cleaning on weekends. For an hour a day you can learn a language in a couple of years or paint will learn, for example, not to mention mastering a bunch of smaller skills and just a pleasant time, and not this here, merciless, meaningless and unsuccessful.

and alarm!

>> You would still wear pants with arrows

For safety reasons, the pants should be with arrows - lighting indicators "Entry", "Exit" and others. Evacuation plan is in place.

The strike

Interestingly, if women were so friendly that they would have held, say, a week's house strike - would men have reached?

I was in Iceland. True, only for one day, but not only at home, but also at work. It came immediately, the changes began sharply.

Why did you not come to work?
YYY: Do you remember I told you that I have my own car? The light bulb check the engine burned and stopped!
Yes, Japanese automotive industry, a miracle and all the works.
yyy: In general, miracles do not happen, and the bulbs have the ability to burn!)))

I am the woman who always has the mountains on the couches.

My grandmother went from the village to the big city, graduated from the medical institute, did a dissertation, they and my grandfather got an apartment, raised my mother and took my dad to the same living area - he did not have his own. The grandmother had no time at home, she had bare walls and tons of clothes.

My mother cleaned and decorated the apartment all her life - all the restructuring and afterwards. I retired in the same position as I started.

I have shit at home. Because times have changed, and my parents have no money or connections. Now I do a career to ensure housing for myself (a grandmother’s apartment is nowhere), a decent old age for my parents and a little time to kiss my grandmother.

All are good. Look at the picture wider.

“Nath, I’m going, but we’re late to the movie and we don’t have time for a beer in Ashan.
Tell me that you adore me.
I adore you :*
The bottle in the backpack
Yes, I definitely adore you.

Fuck they don’t give up! The only way is to make her suspect for a while that you like guys... Then there is a chance that any girl will like her ;-)

I knew my aunt personally, who was happy that his son brought home not a mercantile idiot but a cute, intelligent boy. A terrible woman, yes.

In this pizzeria you can order an apology card. When I am ashamed of you...
I’ll fuck you, I’ll fuck you, I’ll fuck you.
“Vitya, this will happen sooner or later, so don’t be surprised when you get a pizza with a card and you’re offended, horse.”
Damn to fuck.

On the subject:

“Oh my God, how many have been separated "not like all"! They will soon be noticeably more than others.

I am smart, fashionable, cute
I am not like all these.
They argue every day.
Seven billion people

"Launched app to pay for gasoline without leaving the car on car gasoline”

Xxx: Previously, it was advised to leave the vehicle during its refuelling - say, basic safety equipment and all that. Or am I three hundred years old and out of darkness?

Zzz: Probably that’s why you’ve lived up to 300 years, you follow the rules of TV.

Online Diagnosis

>>> If an adult man cries over a song, it is an indication that it is a refined, refined home boy raised by a mommy (not a mommy, namely a mommy).

From yes, the whole breathing tearwashing "Russian chanson" is for such "refined" and written, without a bazar.

The story of the Cinderella tells us that the main thing for any girl is to stay beautiful until midnight. Well, how lucky is it.

Not an anecdote. State Committee on Budgeting.
Member of the Committee 1:
And why did they spend so much money on developing the laser direction? It is a nuclear university. Let them work with their nuclear technology! Why start with a clean list?
Member of the Commission No. 2, polite and insecure:
Well, as far as I remember, they have something on the lasers. Maybe two or three decades have been working in this direction.
Where are the results?
Member of the Commission No. 3, darkly:
Working longer. They actually invented the laser. Although there are three Nobel Prizes - Basov, Prochorov and Towns...

In the capital metro launched a thematic train "Russia, aimed at the future". He rides on the ring.

According to the recipe "We add melted cheese, mix well and turn off the fire", I cooked Russian cheese "Friendship" for half an hour, and it remained cubes.

From the news:
Deputy Artem Badyukov claims that journalists broke into the school meal kit and threw a rat there.
Journalists say the MP is lying.
The rat cannot comment on the situation - it is dead.

In hell there is definitely a special place for girls who rub "I am not ready for a serious relationship now" only to begin to build plans for a wedding with another in 1-6 months"
Then there are for men rubbing the same, and after 4 months already married to others.

Get rid of it!

From personal experience.
At his wife, the trummy was tightly wrapped with pots, bubbles, tubes and other tufts. Places this exhibition was covered with a thick layer of dust. Attempts to get there with the question "Why do you all this" were resolutely stopped, up to scandals. "I need it all"
Washed, but unclothed clothes were rolled on the couch, chairs, chairs with stacks. of weeks.
In general, it lived, it seems, on the principle of "free surfaces should not be". Sometimes I took the situation into my own hands, scratching another storm. I was praised, smiled, and by the end of the day the released surface was safely covered with a layer of new pieces.
I live alone now. When strangers come to visit, they are first impressed by cleanliness and order. They call my apartment the "exhibition model", the "killer’s apartment". I was asked if I had hired a maid.
These are gender stereotypes.

I lay my laundry so that the cat would lie on it, still warm.

I lie in the hospital. The doctor came for examination and survey: asking how much the temperature, if the throat hurt, was it, was it... and suddenly such a “was in Spain?” I was wildly surprised, I say yes. She asks – and where? I was even more surprised - I speak in Tenerife, in Madrid... Now she was wildly surprised)))) It turned out that she was asking about rashes on the body. And I had already thought that in Spain some sickness goes, and they hide from us :)