My neighbors on the left (a young family couple) organize a loud scandal every morning. She goes to work and tells her husband that he is unemployed. He thinks that she doesn't understand him, because he's looking for something worthy, etc. And I hear it all very well, because noise insulation in new houses is absolutely no.

This morning I hear familiar screams from the left. The husband says to his wife, “Tania, you don’t hear me at all! There is a wall of incomprehension between us. “”

And then I hear the voice of the neighbor on the right (in general another entrance) saying, “The wall at him, shit! There is no wall here because I can hear you. The wall is crazy! Find work or actually cover all the walls with bricks again! You are a fucker at home! “”

A familiar woman-dietist told yesterday a funny story from the 90s about one of her patients. I will call her Marina and his Sergei.



Sergey in the past was an athlete, then engaged in business, succeeded in it. But relaxed without the daily stresses that were in the sport. Again, the "shale" money appeared, delicacies, alcohol and so on. As a result, the guy gained under 150 kg, hardly got into his jeep. I asked for advice from a friend of Marina. He sent her a fairy fee if she left all the former clients and took care only of them.



Marina took care of the matter. I developed a special diet for Sergey strictly on hours and with certain products, bioadditives, a complex of exercises, acupuncture, massages, meditation and something else there (I am not special in these matters, so I did not get into the details). They met once a week, convened daily for correction and control.



Sergey was a disciplined client and strictly followed all her instructions. The results did not slow to affect after a short time - he really began to throw out the excess, which inspired both to continue the classes with even greater zeal.



A year later, Sergei dropped about 80 kg, was absolutely happy. He built, broke down, paid more to Marina than he promised. It was the last meeting, when he said by phone that he could not come to her - he had an urgent business trip for a couple of weeks. Sergey promised to come immediately upon arrival from this trip.



He called Marina, told her he had arrived and was ready to meet her.



The bell to the door – Marina opened and (further her words quote):



“I almost fainted – Sergey stood on the threshold with a huge bouquet of flowers, smiling to the whole mouth, but...He was even thicker than before we started our classes! At least 200 kg at first glance. I am in total shock!

How! How could he recover in two weeks what he lost in a year of hard work?

I could not say a word. In my head there were thoughts about my complete incompetence, about some kind of Sergey’s illness, about the need to change the profession.



What happened to you? I asked when I could speak.

Nothing, everything is fine! Here is my brother brought to you, he also wants to lose weight, seeing my results!

With these words from the back of the first "Sergei" came out the second - a complete copy of the first, only already thin and ardent, with the same smile on the face.

“Sorry, Marina, you decided to play a little bit with my brother. This is my twin brother, we are constantly confused.



I almost killed them both later. “..

Do not be offended by your fate, she still has to fight with the hustle.

This is the story of a woman whom some people thought was a blonde. She walked into a large hypermarket and saw a stunning pot for 8 thousand rubles. Expensive, but she liked this castrulence so much that she bought it.
Coming home, all the stickers laid off and let’s bake and steam in it all kinds of tastes.
The next day, she went to the store again to buy something, and there sold out. And this pot instead of eight costs just three thousand. Any insult could be resolved.
But our girl instead took and bought another pot for three thousand. I came home, took the cash check from yesterday’s purchase and returned with it and with the new pot just purchased to the store. Say, yesterday, here you took for eight thousand, it did not fit me, I want to return, everything new, not even opened.
I returned eight thousand. She was not a blonde.

My wife brought a second cat.
The first cat thinks I’d better bring a second wife.

raccOOn18: guys, I can confirm as a girl - size is not important! You can split up)

Chlenovoz: But yet you have raccOOn18, not raccOOn13...

One day, I was driving from work on a standard soil, tired and overwhelmed after a long day, looking out the window, thinking of my own. My stop was a bus stop, so I wasn’t afraid to go through it.

Unfortunately, as it turned out later. Shortly before I stopped, the guard suddenly stopped on the foot of the shops and a small coffee shop, the driver knocked the door and wrapped it in the sunset. I thought, “Where is he, 5 meters before the stop...” and fifteen minutes later, when my legs in the frozen bus began to freeze, I was obscured. I sit all in black, I am a little girl myself, in the dark cabin I was not noticed, the stop at the route is final, near the night bus stop. The driver of the bus decided to go out to eat.

I opened the door – locked. It is impossible to climb onto the driver's seat, and the conscience to leave the bus open didn't allow - the driver here has everything to change.

In short, I kissed for forty minutes. When the hopes left me, the driver finally returned, cried, got into his place, was going to start the engine, and...

Do you bring them to the stop?! to

I haven’t seen such high jumping fat men.) And there are no such round eyes of fear either.

Porzhali, of course, drove until the stop and did not take the money for the trip).

In the army it fell to the snow, it fell all night. The general was supposed to come in the morning with a check, so we were cheering with the blades all night. But the golden asphalt was not achieved. The snow also broke all night. It was about an hour before the general arrived. The command understood that we were not able to cope with it and told us to get off with your shooters so that your spirit would not be. Now an unknown Chupacabra will arrive and one person will make the road cleaner than you will do all the bites (at your pace) for the whole week. A tractor T-150 arrived and in front of it was a turbine from a jet aircraft in the back forward. And at the very end of it stood a soap scattered like a vacuum cleaner. Only she worked the opposite, the roar and the whistle were confused. The flame burst like a fireplace, the tractor was driving and the water was running ahead of him and immediately the asphalt dried up. And still in front of the ice sheets the size of an iceberg sinking the Titanic flew in breath and flew in all directions above the trees with the bell of the high glass in the barracks and all the buildings along the road on the first floor. This aircraft engine installed on the opposite of the tractor T-150 dries the airfield during bad weather. There are no houses at the airport in principle. And to let this thing between residential houses, it needs to be thought of.

In general, when a half-hour later the general arrived with a check, he passed through the street with dry asphalt along the houses with roofs placed on the second floor and with everywhere silently blown glasses with frames all over the first floor. He said, Fuck you are all fucking here!

The most important lesson of financial literacy I received at the age of 10. Guys from the neighboring area asked for a debt of 50 tenge (10 rubles), promising to pay back the next day twice as much, being a trick I could not believe in such luck and decided to invest all the assets available at the time in such a profitable enterprise, of course, my money as the guys I have never seen in my life, but remained grateful to them in the end, because meeting all new and new embodiments of the pyramids and exciting proposals from hardly familiar people to invest in a super profitable business, the same case emerges in my memory.

Walter White also suffered from cancer and died of a bullet.

Yyy: The series came out of Hye Mountain years ago

I just started watching it yesterday, without hitting a single spoiler in the hue mountain of years.

But today I decided to read comments to a post that has nothing to do with BB

My luck is pumped to 1000.

This is the story of a woman whom some people thought was a blonde. She walked into a large hypermarket and saw a stunning pot for 8 thousand rubles. Expensive, but she liked this castrulence so much that she bought it.



Coming home, all the stickers laid off and let’s bake and steam in it all kinds of tastes.



The next day, she went to the store again to buy something, and there sold out. And this pot instead of eight costs just three thousand. Any insult could be resolved.



But our girl instead took and bought another pot for three thousand. I came home, took the cash check from yesterday’s purchase and returned with it and with the new pot just purchased to the store. Say, yesterday, here you took for eight thousand, it did not fit me, I want to return, everything new, not even opened.



I returned eight thousand. She was not a blonde.

Age for a woman is when the money borrowed from a man has to give - money.

How are you borrowed, putting a sign of equality between economy and poverty.

Savings are not a matter of income (from which the desire for it does not depend at all), but of self-esteem. A person with low self-esteem, when buying something, is guided by one criterion: "will not those around me accept me as a miser?“High – not thinking about it at all. He can afford such a luxury as savings.

Yes it is luxury. Increase your self-esteem and do not get overwhelmed. All are good!

Picking forests in Siberia. was caught. At the court, the prosecutor spoke about a mother nature and that it is not good to harvest the forest. In fact, they were jailed. I planted forests in Siberia.

My sister asked me to sit with my son on Saturday. Patsanu, 5 years old, saw me from strength twice in his young life. In the morning, they told him what to feed. The child quietly didn’t even cry, from the morning he was sitting and gathering his designer, and he didn’t say a sound. He offered to look, but he refused. It’s time to feed him, he doesn’t eat, he refuses. The hour has passed, also refuses, the designer collects a small engineer.

I call my sister and explain the situation. She told me to give my son a phone. He said something, he agreed. He approached me and said he wanted to eat. I have a mountain on my shoulder. The boy ate everything and asked for supplements. I asked for it again in an hour. I had to cook again. After an hour, his appetite felt again. “What a boy,” I think. And so a few more times.

In the evening, the sister came to pick up, and the boy lying on the floor is full and even the designer does not want to collect. I said, “Tanya, what did you say to him like this? He exploded to eat everything. = “

She shrugged and said, “I told him we lost it to you in the cards. Now he will live with you. But if he eats well and asks for a supplement, I’ll think he’s rude and give him back.” The boy probably wanted to go home.

I filmed for a while a garage near the substance base, in the common people - a trunk. And despite the signs indicating a ban on entering the territory of the cooperative, the people were very happy to cut their way by 30 meters and get as close as possible.



My garage was on the front. The fifth is from the hole in the fence through which the human path went. And on the weekend there were always smaller ones who put their cages there. Spring, autumn, summer is not a trouble, put near the mouthpiece in front of the garage, space between the garages and the garage gates is enough even for two cars to leave. In the winter trouble. All the snow fell from the cleaning roads and occupied the "parking". Accordingly, the fools began to take seats at the gate. Especially the cleaners.



And here one Saturday morning, I come with the thoughts of the beautiful, the hope of the warmth of the bourgeoisie and the full luggage of the tool. And in front of my door there is some sort of laundry on the site that I loved yesterday for two hours.



I began to look in the hope that even if the greeting room was left under the glass, Ann didn’t. But here I notice (although it may seem, but it is not certain) that smoke flows from under the front panel, gray, thick, straight as if the wire is burning.



In my head was drawn a scenario of the development of events, how it would burst out, how the fire guard could not get up because of other basar idiots, how the flame would spread to my garage and how my property would literally heat up to the heavens.



We had to act quickly! I open the garage, in turmoil forgetting to put the gate on the limitator, I grab the fire extinguisher powder 4 kg and quickly proceed to eliminate the fire. The fire extinguisher is planted the nearest window of the "burner" and with addiction I fill the salon with a white cloud of powder. Since I am a responsible person and always try to do the work carefully, I have donated all 4 kg to prevent the disaster.



As my moral stocks of extinguishing drugs were coming to an end, I call a fire calculation to control the facility in order to prevent re-incendies.



To my surprise, the firefighters arrived very quickly. They looked at the "burner", listened to my interesting story and called the police. Only not for my soul, but in order to find a owner who does not monitor the state of the on-board electricity network of his car.



Mentions have arrived. Hearing about the events, they began to establish the owner of the car. It is at this point that the “victim” comes.



To say he was surprised is to say nothing. In a moment of emotional shock, he even tried to blame me for wrongdoing, but was quickly besieged by firefighters who not only expressed their approval of me, but also praised for the quick response and the correct civic stance!



This story was supposed to be finished, but the wind blow sharply pulled the gate that I forgot to fix and it joyfully arrives on board the car with a snow-white cabin. The door left its deep mark on the back door. And then, the owner of the multi-suffering decided that at least now he could bite me, let's not much but still hurt me. He begins to make noise and engage police officers. How naive he was! Well, what sensible person will make the mint work? It is more expensive! But he probably didn’t know about it. The menus, in turn, worked just great! They compiled a report on the arrival door, took explanations from me, accepted a statement from the victim and then, on the basis of this statement, issued a fine to the victim for passing under the sign 3.2 "Movement is prohibited". I then came to the garage, I have a rental contract, but the applicant did not have any documents confirming the right to enter under the sign.



Regarding the damage to the car, later during the consideration of the application, he was explained that he was wrong and advised to take the application. And at least then he listened to the advice and did the right thing.

That, fucking, the door of the refrigerator in the store to open, and you power can fuck?! Sorry for my French.

yyy: I recently had a case in the city - a girl went to the shower after the workouts and she was hit by the current from the crane. They disappointed. The administration was aware of the problem for several weeks.

That’s why I don’t go to the gym, not because I’m lazy.

A man is better than others think of him, but worse than he thinks of himself.

One girl told me:
In the morning when I left the courtyard. The rear wheels in the hole, the front wheels slide on the ice. A jeep is in my back. I blinked pharaoh. I cuddle in place. A healthy man came out of the jeep. I thought I would fight. And he stuck in the trunk of my car, I didn’t even have time to turn on the transmission, as I pushed out my car. A good man! The real!

Freedom is not when you can tell the truth, but when you do not need to lie.