We wish everyone this year that this infection, which has tormented us for more than a year, finally ended! Well, so that everything goes well, let the coronavirus end too!

The Constitution must not only be respected, but also enforced.

Neighbors catch their dog one day.

The dog is a large, hairy kind of palterrier, but so angrily good-hearted that there is simply no strength! He loves to play with children, and those for his tail, and for his moustaches, on the cloth ride! And he really smiles like the best dogs in the universe can smile.

So here.

Neighbors always keep him in their yard. The courtyard is sealed from all sides. How does he escape from there? No jumping or jumping.

and Bach! Neighbors are caught next to the children.

They do this purposefully, because they understand that if a child sees a large dog carrying on him with a loud joyful whisper, the child's first thought will come to mind "I - food!"

Avoid and get caught.

But how does this dog manage to run away all the time?

The mystic!

I went out this morning to smoke the phone and saw through the fence:

In the pony silence. The fucking. Approaches to their chest. It rises in full growth. Absolutely quietly pushes off the upper drive, and with a quiet quiet movement opens the fence handle. All fucking silent!

He sits down, with his lap opens the bark for no more than a walk, and quietly disappears in an unknown direction (well, in general, a known playground)

The stove is quietly closed on the stove.

After half an hour, the neighbor's grandfather goes out to remind the environment, sees that the drive from above is not closed, closes it somewhat bragging about the unobserved of those who returned last night.

Grandfather goes to the house to sleep.

Half an hour later, the neighbors, husband and wife wake up and start to look surprised where the puppy was? And most importantly how? Even the cage is closed.



From the children's playground there is a joyful children's laughter.

In terms of utility for society, athletes are no different from cats. Also, they do not produce anything, they are self-satisfied in every way, they demand from the masters of hollow food, beds and the carrying out of gamma. One thing is unclear, why volunteer cats to the parliament to govern the laws of their feeders!

There was an Englishman who was constantly losing in racing.

And he didn’t play for 6 years, raised £6,000, came to the 6th race on the 6th of the 6th month and bet all £6,000 on the 6th horse.

And the horse came sixth.

And let in the New Year all the bad go away from the post of president of the country!

The old grabs.

The preface. You can take a girl out of the village, but you can’t take the village out of the girl.

The mice cried and cried, but continued to eat cactus.



In America there is an old good republican state of Texas, where more than a million refugees have fled during a pandemic from one demonocratic California alone, with one request: You are well! Let us live too!



This autumn, Texas ceased to be republican for a simple reason: refugees used to vote for Democrats.

Roscosmos has requested an additional $4.5 billion from the budget for the maintenance of the turtles and elephants on which the earth's fortress rests.

Do you realize that when Elon Musk or Bill Gates enter a bar, everyone on average becomes a millionaire?

This story was told by Leo Durov.
In 1964, Semen Tumanov filmed the film "To Me, Mukhtar!". In the main role Yuri Nikulin. This is one of the serious heroic roles of the country's beloved clown Yuri Nikulin.
Nikulin played a junior lieutenant of the militia, and Durov a bandit-recidivist. The filming began in the winter in the suburb of Kashira. There was a heavy frost below 30 degrees. There were night shootings. Even the dogs were released from the criminal investigation from the cold.
The actors were allocated a small room, where everyone was filled and laid right in the clothes and rolls to warm up at least a little. Once announced a break, all the irritated and tired filled up in a tight room and lay down whoever. Suddenly, Nicole’s voice heard in silence:
- Right now in the circus artist Semushkin is preparing a new number: "Gigant Turtles".
Everyone was silent, waiting for the continuation.
“He goes out in a white frog,” continued Nikulin. He beats with a beat, and eight giant turtles are carried out. They make a full circle. Shemushkin commands: “App!“And all the turtles stand on their back legs.
There was still silence, everyone was waiting for the end. After a long pause, Yuri Nikulin added:
The number is 8 hours.
And then everyone wavered of laughter, imagining the audience watching the barely moving turtles for eight hours.

The king is naked!
King: Let’s look at the kings in neighboring states.

There is no soldier in the field. The forest is a partisan squad.

Judy and the Snake.

The last place where you can find a theme for the bike is the cemetery.
We buried Jodi, my favorite senior nurse and hospital supervisor.
I worked with her side by side for more than a decade, she was a truly outstanding nurse, calm and balanced even in the most desperate situations.
An innate leader who knows his subordinates very well, who can find a common language with the most nervous doctors, caring like a mother — walked around the hospital, replacing the nurse with the food she brought from the cafeteria — in short, I respected and loved her, since I worked in a team with her.
She went a long way — a nurse in the department, a senior nurse in the reception room, a hospital administrator. The last position is actually the head of the entire hospital, especially responsible at nights and weekends when she had to make very difficult decisions.
She grew old, began to get sick - and I became her anesthesiologist, at the same time - a nurse and a babysitter, encouraging her in all sorts of ways - then I will wash my head and shave my hair, remind me of cosmetics, pull a light cocktail in secret...
Her last admission did not go without me - I went to intensive care and transferred her to a fan.
She didn’t get better, days went by – and she asked herself to let go.
We obeyed, not immediately, I begged her to give us another day or two.
She reluctantly agreed for another 24 hours — it wasn’t better.
And she quietly left, surrounded by the love of her children and her extensive family of staff at her hospital.

The funeral, however, surprised me – I was prepared to burn – but it wasn’t here!
Instead of sadness, her relatives and friends organized a celebration of her life.
One by one, those who knew her stood up and told fun, touching and frankly funny stories.
This is one story I would like to share.
This iron lady with steel nerves had a phobia.
Jodie was afraid of snakes, to fainting, to madness and loss of reason!
People in the receiver worked fun, friendly and inventive, endlessly playing each other - a good team, with hooks and additions dealing with their very difficult tasks.
The scammers do not recognize subordination — and the head of the reception department, Jodi, is no exception.
Learned about her phobia - a toy snake was waiting for her then on the desk, then hanging from the stativ for intravenous transfusions, then hiding in the cabinet for medicines.
Over the years, however, Jodi got used to and stopped whispering and jumping on the table — the snake was toy and stopped causing panic.
This led to the fact that it stopped playing - it became uninteresting, jokes and jokes tend to get old and bored.
Until one day, a Mexican cotton gathering strawberries was not bitten by a snake.
He doubted little - he threw, as he thought, a grimpering snake into a hole with a cap and flew to save his young life, with a hole under his foreheads.
Running forward, the serpent was untouched, pretending to grimace for mimicry. It is easy to confuse them - and the color and length, and even the sling at the end of the tail, the sling serpent looks pretty awful.
And only looking at it - you can notice that the straw is less, and it is not possible to crack it.
And then you can see the difference in the shape of the head and patterns and thickness of the body.
All this the bite did not know and, of course, decided that he had not long to live.
Whirlpool arriving to reception rest - he falls on sorting.
The most experienced nurses are always placed on the sorting - with limited resources and time - severe and dangerous conditions need to be recognized as quickly and efficiently as possible.
Crying out of the horror of a near death, the patient was taken to the sorting room, where, to her own disaster, Jodie replaced her employee Bill, a friend and the main initiator of numerous snake jokes.
The panicked patient tricked to miss the snake — she climbed to the table and rolled a clove.
Where it was discovered by Jodi, smiled about herself, said, Bill again accepted his stupidity, and stretched out his hand - to remove the toy from the table.
The toy raised its head and struck...
This heartbreaking scream became a tradition – it was heard in ALL the hospital, in every corner of it.
Jodie herself with her back, blindly flew on the trunk with the patient - a trick almost impossible for a woman far from acrobatics rather burdensome and unyouthful.
She was spinning for a long time — first coffee, then someone came to the mind to take her to the bar, where she came to herself after a bottle of bourbon (a strong woman, in everything, except snakes)...
No one ever played it again, it’s clear.
I write now and smile, remembering these cute stories about a dear person to me.
Jodie, if there are heavens, there is a corner for honest medical workers.
And you are there, deserving eternal peace, without pain, anxiety and snakes.
We’ll see you again if I get this award.

December 31 was a weekend because no one was working anyway.
No one is working for 30 years.

We went to the company. Drink as appropriate. One girl flirted with me (well or I thought so). I woke up on the couch, and she lay next to me in a barrel, pressing. We are in top clothes (blowers, winter in the country is cold) I have an erection, I begin to erect, adjust more comfortably. Did she tell me something, friend? And I really wandered, because the voice was my classmate's friend, he just hid her whirlwind.

According to statistics, for 10 photos of sunset there is 1 (one) photo of dawn.
This is not because the sunset is more picturesque. No one likes to get up early.

How to ride in Honduras

From Copan Ruinas we had to take the route to Puerto Barrios. It is a city on the shores of the Gulf of Honduras of the Caribbean Sea of the Atlantic Ocean.

Google Navigator offers two options:
1) through the same border post on the road from Chiquimula, from where we arrived at Copan Ruinas, long and already seen by us;
2) much shorter through Gualan, though, by time Google did not promise to save that the long road, which is short - promised to take 6 hours.

And we, the inhabitants of the plain, without a doubt, went on a short journey.
It started well - a four-step asphalt road. Which after the first encountered village became two-tiered, but still asphalt. And after the second - ground, but dotted with a small slice. And after the third - a uniform grounding, which bended on the edge of the mountain and some where 1/3 collapsed into the abyss. We passed through these two dead places.
In the fourth village, the harvest ended, and deep clay trails began. The boys in the motorcycles shouted to us that we would not go further.

Already on the exit from the fifth village, we were impressed by a blurred ground. We stopped at the last house and asked: Are we going to Guatemala right? The speaking Indian replied that in Guatemala we are going right, but here is carita (little - Spanish). We are not right. He said, “The crows

I came to work with a huge cucumbers in trousers and stretching jeans.
Those who have a huge fist in their heads say I’m a fool.

It reminded the story of twenty years ago, when a younger brother-second-grade approached his mother with the question "What is a condom?"

Mom, who was surprised by the question, filled with paint and misunderstood, began to talk about pesticides, pineapples and other botanics.

“Are you talking about Gandhi?” I finally understood the second grade student’s answer.

To avoid being eaten, you have to be poisonous.