Vegan cream soup of 5 ingredients in 15 minutes
Boil together: ready kinva, broccoli (cut), red - Bulgarian pepper, a handful of cash and a couple of mushrooms. With spices and/or in the bouillon. Mix the mixer directly in the pot.

If you add a vegan to this soup, you will get a normal human soup.

From 4pda:
xxx: Can anyone advise a watch widget for our device to show seconds? You need to know for work to get home on time.

Dialogue in social networks
Vi: - "Okay, Google, how to distinguish the prince on the white horse from the rider of the apocalypse?"©
Owl: Hm, and why? The rider probably also wants warm comfortable shoes, delicious tea and a little hugs at home. But he is not as capricious and self-loving as a prince... I choose a rider, he is much more in line with the title of a real man)
Vi: - Taak, we go to the dark side)
Owl: And we are not yet? Well, the rider is really better: the boy said – the boy did. And the prince figured him knows where he sneezes, and then the princess doesn't fit him - then a stupid, then a terrible, then an old-fashioned, then a shameless mother-in-law)))
Vi: - The riders will be hunted by the Winchester brothers... You will have to defend and escape))) Although I agree, he is better.
Owl: - Nothing... In the course of the business and brothers we bite... We are three and we are capable of everything)

A lawyer and a doctor talk at a party.

But guests come to the doctor all the time, interrupt their conversation and complain about their wounds, ask for advice.

Doctor to lawyer: Why doesn’t anyone ask you for advice when you’re not at work?

How do you succeed?

Lawyer: If someone asks me for advice, I give it, but then I send a bill.

The doctor liked the idea.

The next day, he received a bill from a lawyer.

“I’m going to cross-country, it doesn’t come together, help me. I start reading and I fall into a precipitation - Cassius Clay has her - PVA!! to

At first, it is a slight shock to see how an adult, not a five-year-old child, rejected the “ununderstood word” simply as non-existent, and “raised the answer” to the rest. I was not surprised, I didn't feel that something was wrong, I didn't suspect that I didn't know something, I didn't guess that it looked like a surname, but simply "I don't understand, so that's not." And then you realize that these people live this way all their lives, they have a regular mode of brain work, because the surrounding civilization is incomprehensible to them in 99% of its manifestations, excluding advance, income, supermarket and apple. Therefore, the brain, unable to cope with the surrounding world, in the first years of life is turned off and simply ceases to see everything that it is unable to understand, otherwise its constant mode of work would be a continuous shower.
No, seriously, imagine that you are stunned by super-civilization. You will just likewise in two years "touch" and you will perceive only what at least somehow fits in your head, reminding you of the usual old lady-Earth, otherwise the brains will boil on every occasion to penetrate the surrounding world, which literally in every mattress and door pen is designed on IQ five times higher than yours.

It is easier for the inhabitants of Moscow to perceive Einstein’s concept of space-time, since for them distances are measured not by the space to be overcome, but by the time in traffic jams that must be spent to do so.

Old age is when you wake up famous and rejoice that you wake up.

History of the past time. It was in the distant, now, 90s. In 1999, in the city of Nizhny Novgorod. I was then a student of a non-civil institution and the case took place on Victory Day on May 9. I was the senior in the group dedicated to providing this celebration. The holiday itself was held in the park "Switzerland", in its programme there was a celebration of the veterans of two districts of the city - Priok and Soviet. Children’s groups spoke, respected people spoke, military specialists showed skills. Our task was to set up inventory, to ensure order, but we were not in shape. I commanded all the soldiers of one of the districts, I do not remember his name, but the colonel was real. Breast wheel, steering, voice for the whole park. As a senior, he assigned me to a responsible task, which was as follows: in addition to the spectacles at the holiday, there was also a catering in the form of a soldier's mobile kitchen with oatmeal, as well as front 100 grams. The entire stock of vodka was in four boxes near a plastic table and a stock of plastic glasses. So, I have to provide vodka for glasses for the veterans themselves, and all the other guests. Such a responsible task was provided with an instruction – if possible, grandparents to pour only 100 grams, and no more for reasons of their respectable age and only. The soldier himself, overthrowing the gram 200, removed the colonel's bushlet, and the weather was not cold in the spring, put it on me as a hangover, for the most important part, and managed the furchette at all. The veterans were very happy and pleased with what was happening, they communicated and laughed, it was clear that this is how they rarely see each other together. Well, accordingly, they approached my table not once, and it was impossible to refuse the old veteran in the repeated 100 grams, they approached by hugging and talking, and we still did not see each other for a long time. And there were tears in their eyes, that this is another year, and we saw again, and the next, maybe, no longer. On the venue, children ran, soldiers clashed near the kitchen, groomed as a soldier, played an orchestra. There is no funny case in this story. But why is this celebration remembered forever? Because he was right and needed. Without artificial pathos and excessive patriotism, without loud, unfounded speeches, bright posters and strips of Georgian tapes and other shells. It was that cold day in the park warm and not because of the vodka, which now do not give god on the holiday such to get. Where we did not go, in which year. and?

If you ever think that you are useless, just remember the OSCE mission in Donbass.

Kirkorov recorded the anthem for the World Cup in football

Secret filming of the clip took place in Sochi

They have to do it! we have to do it.

I think the author is a genius, we urgently solve the topic: a cafe, a closed club and delivery "The Immortal Pony"
about this.
"Desserts should be honestly named by function. Cake and cake "Cake and cake" Milk Chocolate "Two children, I work until late"

Why are we called voters and not voters? There are elections, not elections.

The more fear and anxiety people have about sexuality as such, the more hostile they are to homosexuality.

by Igor Kon

There are wolves and foxes sitting on the ice and catching fish. The fox sits back to the hole, the tail has fallen into the water, and does not crack. And the wolf stands in front of the hole and only has time to pull the fish out. Lisa asks :
- Listen, you are so wrong fishing, in the fairy tale it was different. What are you catching?
“E-E-E, like a worm,” said the wolf and turned red.

What can you talk about with a person who, seeing a ring from the Lord of the Rings on his neck, climbs into Google with the question, what is the religion?

A pensioner is threatened with up to 10 years for cheating the state for 2 million rubles:
The state threatens a million years for deceiving citizens

...I went to pick jeans, I say I need 28 rubles, and the seller guy comes in from the rear looking and says that the rubber. I started convincing that I wear 28, I know better.
The guy quietly (seemingly tired of arguing with everyone) gets 27 times. And surely! Sitting as a parent)
YYY: It’s like an eye shot...)

“Barrimore, who’s lying there in the swamp?
The St. Petersburg people.

*sitting on his knees, holding on his hands a degenerated quote about "Oheret - his legs are thrown". In the eyes tears, in the voice
- Moders, you see what has led to your insatiable thirst to moderate everything?! to

Another story about cowboys. My colleague told me the story. He sits in the kitchen with his son dining, the phone rings, then K - a colleague, you guess who.

K - Allo

This is me (a silent complaint)

The colleague turns his head, looks at the son wrapping the cocktail, immediately understands what to do.

My son, it is me.

Father, I got in trouble (even more complaining voice)

What happened to you?

I was fucked, Dad.

How did he win?

Yes, I have won.

Was he healthy?

Yes, a big laurel is like that.

How did you win so much? You have no legs since childhood, right?

Wild rust from the other end of the pipe. You are a good guy, you laughed.

He hanged the phone.