There was one gasoline in our countryside...but why “was” it? Right now, the owner is another. At the time, it belonged to Yukos. However, this has nothing to do with history. The gasoline is well arranged - with the store, from the cafe - everything as it should be.

And next to it was a “point” where, as they now say, “girls with reduced social responsibility” worked. These workers often used the fuel toilet "for personal hygiene purposes" and a cafeteria in which they had a snack. Naturally, both teams – gasoline and “points” knew each other in the face, and sometimes drank together, after the work shift. And one of the refuellers – let’s call him Lecha – a young man, solitary – from time to time, when extra money was introduced, he actively used the services of “neighbors”.

And one day, during the next spontaneous joint "corporate" - it seems, in honor of the Eighth of March - when the people have already reached the condition, someone came up with a brilliant, as it seemed to everyone, the idea - to marry Loha! And the bride was immediately identified - a girl with a creative nickname, say, Snowden was his "favourite" in those periods when Leha decided to walk.

The objections of the “married man” were immediately dismissed as unworthy. No attention or respect. The only thing remains to do is get the consent of the bride. With this came out a hint - the lady had time to swallow and fall asleep, right behind one of the tables. When she was scattered and informed of the rainbow prospects for a soon-to-be marriage, the girl was only able to surround everyone with a dim look and ask:

For whom? ... →

Everyone pointed out to a not at all joyful Loeh. Snowden focused his eyes on him and firmly said his verdict:

No, for him I will not go. He is walking on BL! And, falling her head on her arms again, she immediately fell asleep.

Recently I, my mother and my younger brother (4 years old) were in the car. Quietly playing music, everyone thinks of their own and here small so colourful, with the arrangement issued:

It is a pity that my grandmother has no children.

He breathes hard.

Mom fell for 30 seconds, but we told him the terrible truth.

P. s. little real thought that every child is assigned a "grandmother" to help the mother. They were connected only by friendship.

We had a case in defense. There is an African student in our group whose mother tongue is English, but speaks Russian quite clearly. He prepared his speech for defense in Russian. After the lecture, the teachers asked him questions. And when the turn came to the chairman of the commission, he decided to ask in English. A minute’s pause and our student replied: I didn’t understand the question, repeat...in Russian.

Painting the waiting for a prince on a white horse is the best way to help.

Let’s say a gardener.

I work in a household appliance store (not a network store) and today I was brought to the municipal consumer protection department for not knowing the speed of rotation of the dish in the microwave.

Phone call to my wife:
Listen to me, beautiful girl. We took your husband hostage. If you want to get him alive, you have an hour to meet our demands.
The Wife:
I agree, what are the requirements?
You have to bring a beer box in the garage.
The voice of the husband in the telephone: “Two... two...”

Dissolve the rumor.
I watched a call recently. And the thought arose. After watching the recording, a ghost calls and says he has seven days left to live. What happens if you watch the recording on the fifth, for example, day. Will another seven days be added, or will the ghost say that it has two days left to live, or will it attack immediately?
And another moment. You can get rid of the curse by giving the tape to someone else. And seven days will pass for him. So this is what will happen if the other one looks, in five days will send back the cassette to see. Will we get a seven-day deadline? Then you can demonstrate each other a cassette every five to six days, watch it, listen to the threat of a ghost and a new one. Would you drive that?

xxxxxxxxxxx:
I stood in the morning waiting for the hospital to be opened... and here look, the grandmother went out of the window... then I see - a pigeon drives away from the carniss with a rod... a puddle is poured out of the carniss... it flies... the pigeons are flying... FIGAK! A goat... another goat... another goat... another goat... another goat! Could he train?
WOW :
She eats them stupidly along the way.

Cloud technology does not exist - there are only foreign computers.

Dear Father Christmas! I know you’re getting a lot of spam, so I send you my wish in advance. There are people who are phone designers. And recently, some very special of them believe that instead of several connectors for charging, video output, and now even headphones we all have enough one connector. I do not need much. Just make them crack and suck through one hole. And if it's a designer, please let them and fuck there like a chicken in the cloak. Thank you, Grandpa in advance!

When preparing to move from one rental apartment to another, they accidentally discovered an easy way to craze the cleaner: the floor in the kitchen in the color of light marble. It was only after the fourth attempt to wash him off, that the sister began to suspect that the grey divorce would not go away.

Kiskazyl
I read nothing, I taught nothing, and I have no lectures, and I am a little drunk... how do you think I have a chance to pass? and I didn’t sleep?

by elmortem
I remember a match between Russia and Spain. We just drove a bus to Samara with my sister and at one of the stops, stood in front of the entrance to some cafeteria, smoked and drank coffee. In the cafe people clinged to the radio receiver. Russia has lost.
After breathing out the cigarette smoke, the sister said:
If the Spaniards had all taken and broken their legs. Then our team would have a small chance.

Even in a distant childhood, when I began to bring my first pairs from school, my parents began to teach morals:
You will learn badly, you will grow into a bow and you will glue cardboard boxes.
It motivated me. I graduated from school with four and five, graduated from university, I have a diploma of higher education and now work as an engineer at CB with a good salary. Among my duties is the item "Making packaging layouts for products". This is what I do, despite all my achievements at school and at the university now at work, I occasionally engage in gluing T23 cardboard boxes. And during this class, I clearly remember my parents with their speeches and ask myself, what did I do wrong?

Xenos WIGHT: Developers of standard configurations under 1C must definitely go to heaven. And that in Paradise there should be devils with forks, bushes, fire and sulfur. And the hideous mountain of cleverly hidden in different places of buttons, leverage and switches, which you need to "just configure", so that the promised angels and clouds appear. At the same time, most switches do not give a visible effect at all, and the rest change the color of the features and the shape of the cushions. And every week the paradise is updated, after which new buttons and switches appear, all settings fly, the devils again take the villas and drag on the bowl.

On one of the central streets of Simferopol, the evacuator forcibly evacuated the evacuator.

As witnesses report on social networks, the municipal evacuator evacuated a private evacuator parked in an inappropriate place.

“The evacuator broke the system,” the residents commented.

Simferopolis suggested that in this way, the evacuator "will get rid of competitors."

kkk: Fact: from contact with water written with a capillary pen "flows"
Kkk: Fact: Having sex can create excess moisture in several ways
Kkk: If you do not remove the print from the bed in time with the translation made by a capillary pen above the text...
Kkk: This is the first time in my practice that the translation literally went by Pecda (
ppp: About #balli translation, in general.

Fuck, complain about the inability to sleep while the perforator works, etc. My fun childhood took place in military towns throughout the former USSR. The towns were built, as a rule, 10-15 km from the fields. Now imagine what is division or army training. Do you imagine? I explain: over the houses, helicopters arrive at the target, and they are deeply upset that you have a night/afternoon sleep/little children. Tank and artillery shootings are taking place. Pilots are trained, artillery, etc. Glass clutches, grumbling over two weeks, day and night.
In the end, if I want, I sleep in any noise and I manage to sleep out. The perforator compared to the helicopter line is full.

...and at the same time I turn the body of the flash, and there is the inscription on the skin: 256MB pale...
by : : :

We take the old flash and put it on the table. Next we put a new (needed volume and approximately the same sizes). There we put two straight hands, a little courage and patience. And in a couple of hours you will have a flash of modern volume, but in a warm lamp performance. I believe in you!

2400 Weybrook

XXX: What about the rest?
Yyy: I’m not ready to allow myself to stop living without circles under my eyes. My interior requires me to be a panda.

The center Πitera, Πethrograd side. Π This is a great year. C wife relaxed we go under the pen. A friend runs to a local bomb and rather aggressively demands money from me. I say :
There is no money, the salary is small.
The evil of God:
– ΗAdo to make more money! And he flees. ΠI turn to my wife:
Here you are telling me about it.
ΠAfter that, the woman on the subject of money does not cry. ΠBecause he doesn’t want to be associated with the boy.