In the wicked day



If the authorities want military action, then first of all the deputies of the State Duma, members of the Federation Council and numerous experts from different television channels of the country should be sent to the front.

My sister is a genius.
At work, she was asked to find bloggers for cooperation. She sent a request to the blogger with a detailed description of the task. A big message with a full text.
He replied, “I did not understand.”
She just broke the same text into separate messages. The blogger understood.

I correctly understand that Russia is waiting for an unprecedented growth of domestic tourism?

Absolute life-long power in a country is such a sweet thing that than to lose it, it is better to burn with the whole country and with the whole world.

The previous day’s novel about professionalism.
We remove on the site a universal device that has not been used for a long time.
Everything is complete, only one millimeter-long stitch with the M24 scissor at the ends is curved decently. We try to get rid of it, but the curvature does not allow to twist the two parts of the device, insufficiency.
- What we suffer, there is a tokar in the laboratory. It is easier to make a new barrel, we have a 30th barrel.
We take a bar for the work, the bar as a sample we go for a gift.
Do us the same.
The manufacturer agrees:
Well, it’s almost lunch time, come pick up after the clock.
After that time we go pick up.
Lie at the machine two spikes, the old and the new are absolutely the same, even curved at one angle, seven degrees... As asked.

Putin calls to Scholz:
We here recognized the republics: the DPR, the LPR and the GDR.
Scholz is in horror:
How about the GDR? Why the GDR? Can the GDR be removed from the list?
by Putin:
I knew there would be no objection to the first two points.

How many military advisors are there! They were normal virologists.

of the smaller brothers.
We had one chicken. We called her Male. Experienced holidaymakers know - the name of the pet is given only when they are not going to eat it. In the soup and hot go only unnamed victims. So the man lived with us until he left the rainbow from old age. What saved her from the soup? The reason. She was extremely intelligent from the age of the chicken. We have an automatic ChickenGuard system in the chickenhouse. If you don’t know, read on British websites. As a very young chicken she remembered which buttons and when we pressed to open and close the chicken box. Not only did she use them, she did not forget to close the drive behind her so as not to cool the rest of the winter. It was worth one of us to go out into the yard, as we were immediately under her close attention. If we were sitting and resting in the couch, the man settled next to him. She knew it was the safest place in the yard. It was worth taking the spade in our hands, it melted its wings and went to us. She knew why she needed a spade and how to feed on the worms with the bumps with the spade. Who doesn’t know, the chicken is a predator. She also built relationships with the cock as an elderly wife in the harem. The other birds, including the cock, seeing our position towards her, took her command without roaring. It was funny to watch her lead the herd out of the chickenhouse in the morning. First, our guard opens, then looks outside our Maska, goes out, checks the grid on the back, something clicks. Outside go the cock and cock, check the territory for the insects and dead mice that went there (cat mice did not eat them, but threw them to the chickens), then the cock commanded to get out of the whole chicken. Thus began their day. And at sunset, even if it is cold, the male must always be the last to come home. It was her ritual. Accordingly, the personal place at the very top of the infrared heater... It has not been there for several years and somehow does not form in the chickens of their collective. There is no one who can be named. to wait.

Strange thing: we haven’t heard anything about the immigrants in Chechnya. I will say more: we have not heard anything about immigrants in Chechnya at all.

Arbidol cures all diseases except stupidity.

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On the landscape from the nest fell a small black-and-white bird with a long tail. Running on the ground, catching flies and worms. My mother helped the puppy. She drove away cats, drove them under polyethylene during the rain, and even her mother (or dad) did not throw away the puppy and fed it. Then the bird grew up, began to fly, and his brothers and sisters grew up. By the middle of the summer, the whole family had fled, only the drowned bird remained. My mother often stayed alone in the country and worked in the garden. Many times when I came there, I saw such a picture. Mom with an instrument in her hands and a little black and white bird rotating next to her. If the mother digs - the bird helps, carefully crawling different beetles. If he does something else, then the bird flies around, catching annoying mosquitoes and blinds. But the most fun - in the rain the bird is taken under the same polyethylene in which she once hid her mother. And when the mother becomes thirsty, she talks to the bird, and the bird cries to her in response, supporting the conversation. This is the friendship between different species. It flew closer to autumn. But we hope that she will come back next year. I have somehow become accustomed to her.

Deputies of the State Duma were upset by the loss of the Finnish hockey team, and because of the low pensions and salaries of teachers were not upset.

I had a school friend. We met him tightly from 4th to 8th grade after he moved to our district.

They rotated tightly: they sat on one side, ran on the river on the big ones, engaged in fighting, fans of ninja turtles, dreamed that we would ride on moths like them.

Then, in 9th grade, they stayed in the same school, but split in different classes. He soon married at the end of school, I moved, the roads split.



Ten years later, we met at a meeting of graduates.

He came on the sporting motto in full equipment, all the affairs unraveled by that moment already.

Word for word, I say to him:

Remember how you dreamed of that?

and no.

Well, we are with you...

Do we mean with you?

We studied and dreamed.

In the sense? We did not study with you.

How do you know me?

In the next class, we met, we crossed.



To say that I was shaken, nothing to say. Whether the person's life has changed so much that the whole childhood has been erased, or the amnesia has come tough. What he nodded or specifically said it somehow is excluded. Not bumping like.



Yes, what a difference. Sometimes a man is a piece of life for you, and you are a mycrocodile for him.

xxx: I have long hair (under the waist) and I am beautiful. Not everything is so unambiguous :)

yyy: I also have hair below my waist, but my wife is constantly asking me to shave it.

Public opinion is foolishness accepted by the majority.

One day my son came from school. He says he is new in his class. A very unusual guy, as it turned out. The story begins with a mystery:
"Tell me, can it be that the boy has no mother, but has two fathers and one of them pays the other alimony?
E-E, I was so confused. The two fathers who...
The Son:
No, they are not gay!
In silence I say:
I give up! Tell me!
She learned that the mother of this new man at one time divorced from his father, married another, and then swintled in an unknown direction, leaving both the then husband and the child from the first marriage. Her son lived with her father. And his real biological father supports the second husband of his former financially, paying him the legal alimony!
Life is a very strange thing...

“We’re going to urinate.
They are tired of swallowing dust!
The mouth will be broken - the teeth will be knocked out!
I like it, I don’t like it, I love it, my sweetheart.
“The boy said, the boy did!”
...
Is it intercepting a conversation of some bandit OPG?
How to say...

That is, the brain is... we...

And all the rest of meat is just a biomechanical scapander?

Any beautiful girl is like that.

She has a beautiful scarf.



YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY It would be so simple. The endocrine system in everything from the intestines to the ankles and thyroid has a formative and basic effect on what we call our personality.



Zzz: But in fact, is it all controlled by the brain?

So I also think that we are just gray matter in the meat exoskeleton.



ddd: The glands have thrown a cocktail of hormones, and here’s another wing around the wall ready to break up for the sake of “they themselves.” Another throw – and here the all-controlling brain clones into sleep.)

In addition to psychologists, there are also psychiatrists who either repair biochemistry or help to fit into the norm.

You can get out of any labyrinth. You just need a staircase.

I worked in the local library for several years. Almost everyone has ever been a debtor in a library. We had to constantly call them and remind them. One day my boss called high school students, who were very many. We usually look at the name and then type the number. A 15-year-old student talks about this:
Hi to you! Can I go to the phone?
Hi to you! Alicia is not at home.
Are you Alyssa’s mother?
I am a grandmother...
You know, your grandson owes a lot of books to the library number 170. Need to surrender urgently!
At the other end of the pipe pause, and then confused and frightened:
Julia, is it you?! to
My boss called home and talked to her mother about her son.