Does anyone continue to collect winged expressions? Keep up with the modern book!) is :

"Part to foot".

The idea: why not bring from Italy to Moscow to worship a particle of the remains of the Flying Pasta Monster?

This happened 12-13 years ago. We lived with my mother and brother in a one-bedroom apartment, the day brother was at work. At 12 o’clock, my mom and I went to bed, and nothing predicted, as they say.

I wake up at 3 o’clock at night (approximately) from playing music. Only my mother and my brother had a cell phone, but my mother’s phone was silent. But I heard clearly playing Beethoven’s K. Elise. There are no musicians. It became hasty. I hear my mother calling me a whisper. Check if I sleep or not. Eventually, she also heard music. They lived on the first floor. Sound from the window. They took courage and went to the window. and none. There is sound. It is right here, nearby.

Turn on the lights and go to the sound. Arrived at the wall (remember the headsets that were in each family? From there, up there, where the albums are. And then it comes to me that this is a music card that my grandmother sent to my brother for his birthday five years ago. I got my brother’s album, really. It is unclear how through the paper contact worked and she played. We put more paper there, and it shut down.

And what, you might think. Well happen, it worked. The fact is that she played already on her brother's birthday. He turned 23 or 24 that day. In the morning, his mother called him, and said that his grandmother was ahead of everyone with congratulations))

This is the story we still remember.)

I am standing near the building, waiting for a colleague at work.

First comes a man (the brigadier in sight) and asks:

Are you from Armenia? ? to ? to

not eaten

is leaving.

15 minutes passed. The guy approaches and says, "Don't you tell this street N-skaya d No.12 page 2?"



I start climbing into the navigator, and a causal investigative connection develops in my head.

I ask the guy, “Are you from Armenia?” ? to ? to

and yes!

Go to that uncle. (I’m pointing to the nearby “probe”)



The boy was in a slight shock.

20 June :

XXX is two. We had snow. The office summer.

You like to be cooler.

XXX: But not so much. The MMA. 3 on the street. Global warming invented by the Illuminati
We turned off the heating a week ago. And hot water.
Also, the shit, the illuminati, probably

XXX: It was a case. In front of me once a car crashed, and everything around was frozen - I had time to slow down, rebuild, see if there was no interference and everything went well. Otherwise, I would actually get 4x2 isusa right in the forehead. I wonder if there is a scientific explanation for this phenomenon.

YYY: So was it with me too. Science gives no explanation.

Zzzz: It is simple. In critical moments, the point is compressed so quickly and strongly that its density asymptomatically tends to infinity. There is a curvature of space-time, and the person who has gone beyond the event horizon of his "black hole", feels the slowdown of time.

Last Thursday I went to a supermarket. Before buying all the necessary products, I go to the toilet. Thinking of my own, I open the door of the bathroom, enter and immediately stop. I saw a little girl who didn’t fit into the landscape of a male toilet. The thought that I was mistaken in the rooms quickly left me, as a little girl, at the level of her chest, hanged pissuaries. Maybe you should come and ask if she was lost, find her parents. The first I did not have time to do, and with the second helped the girl herself - when she saw me she smiled widely, turned to the nearest cabin and, saying with a ringing child's voice, "Look at how my daddy cracks!“I opened the door to my father’s cabin. It was a very bright and memorable way to introduce your father to a stranger. I will arm.

A neighbor who lives nearby came nervous and said:

“How do you treat your child, I’ll call in custody! Yesterday it was all day!”

I say :

“We were leaving, we were not at home yesterday, we only came today.

The neighbor was stunned...

So not yesterday!

I, trying not to offend a man, his vigilance and age, say:

“Maybe you heard it?”

She is:

“I don’t drink at all!”

Then I realized that we were communicating on different frequencies, I quietly looked at her and closed the door. No more came.



P.S. She is deaf, the TV always listens very loudly.

P. S. We have no children.

Today I was shown a screenshot of an open accounting program pushed into the word. They complained:
I can’t put the numbers here.
She advised to open the program itself and work there.
I’ll call the programmer and let him work.

So it is, "the crown does not close the crown’s eye", right. And normal people did not give up on any sport at all, except for art gymnastics :-)

Look, I did not give up the breeding of birds. At the same time, I don’t start screaming in the nonsense that it’s a shit and all the bird markets in the country need to be demolished and, more so, I don’t go where I don’t understand anything, claiming that the canaries only breed the pydors, and real puppies breed the pigeons.

What does she do?
It mimics
by Mi-Mi
by Mi-Mi-Kri

NoRegrets: I totally agree with you. And I wanted to suggest considering another vector of attack. In every apartment there is a washing machine. And you probably already know that in general, nobody knows how it works. Even the specialists who developed it, I’m sure, were narrow specialists – one was responsible for the soft, the other for the iron, the third for the engine, the fourth for the design. No one knows how the washing machine works. What about ordinary housewives?
You probably know that the washing machine is connected to the network of 220 volts and can swing up to 1000 twists per minute, which means it is an apparatus of increased danger. And they’ll get smarter with every new model. There are no laws regulating the work of washing machines, that is, in our country they are outside the legal field. Soon we may face various technogenic incidents associated with the lack of legal regulation of the turnover of washing machines, of various scales, up to the uprising of the army of washing machines. I believe it is necessary to bring together a worldwide consilium of specialists of different profiles to discuss this issue before it is too late.

From the conversation of colleagues on the work of PO:
...and here he says that he would do better and for free!
WOW: What can he do? Let him do as he can, be ashamed, be quieter.
I really did... One... in 2 weeks, better than our entire development department in a month. Then he wrote "on his own wish" and said that he was working as a sales manager in such a company.
YYY: O_O

xxx: it is important to note that the server on Java was written by a guy who knew only c++ and did not know that the names of the variables are longer than one letter.
YYY: And you argue that the letters of the alphabet are over?

Mr. proud > We all work in open space, so, for concentration, started listening to music. He noted that reporting and unusual contracts from employees go well under the light deep house; documents and requests from accounting and from financiers are well considered under the most brutal hard step, with the most overloaded bass; and documents from security guards fit perfectly on the songs of The Gas Sector, sometimes, even, it seems that they were written by the same author.

My kids discuss why you need a tire on the wheels of the car:
Junior: the rubber is needed so that the water does not allow. Plastic around the wheels will rust.
You are what!! Tyres are needed to avoid scratching the road.

Borrow from the history of abortion, just go to the ass. What shit does a psychiatrist do? So that some piss, yesterday finished sitting in the pants in a pedwiz, taught me about life and about rabbits with pebbles? And then you wonder why they don’t love you.

I remembered a story from my being a waitress.

It was a fierce northern winter. I worked in a good restaurant, and we were ordered a banquet for the MČSovce, like a person for 30. And here, my partner and I all day rounded, covered, all in the highest class. Hungry we run, pipet, and there the table breaks straight. And ivory to you, and champagne and a lot of everything delicious.

The table is covered and there are no guests. On the street, a storm warning has been issued. We waited for an hour, two waiting, 5-7 people arrived at the third hour. Well, they sat at the covered table, talked, stood up and left. We, not thinking for a long time, caaaak rushed up with our partner for food. Sitting at the table, champagne opened, happy)) We sit around) It takes ten minutes, the door to the hall opens and in front of us there are MČSovci, all, his mother, 30 people. The five men just went out to meet them.

I was almost surprised by the champagne. And my girlfriend sits with full, snacks, mouths and says, "We thought you were ufouled."

The guests were cool. We quickly removed the traces of our wickednesses, and the guests sat at the table and then mocked us all night, laughed and offered to eat (And I have never been so ashamed in my life.

Grizzly Grizzly. All the time I am confused in technical terms: I say "this is a bit", I am corrected "this is a bit", and when I describe "this is a bit" they say that this is a bit,"this is a bit"))

Today in the electric car we go to the final stop, the mechanic says "When leaving the wagons do not forget your things... there is a pause... and do not leave yourself here".