The story of adventures with Katana is inspired.
So, I have a friend who lives in England and also from Estonia. Stylized for the Vikings: beard, leather clothes, a homemade throne made of brass and a bunch of stylized weapons at home. In England, you can’t even walk in the street with a knife – a criminal. further from his face.

I went to a medieval festival in Colchester in the castle park. Well, clear pen, Elia was drunk not a lot. In the evening, on the way home, I remembered in time that there was no whisker at home, but there was an ASDA supermarket on the way. He went in, bought whiskey and cola and ran into the house. And then a machine with two mints, which bountifully jumped out of the car and, fixing the armor, headed to me, asking: "Sir feels good?" I answered them, smiling at the whole bearded eagle: "Let me squeeze, in the sense of I am fine! What is this concern?” The Mint, who stood further away, held his hand on the tavern, and the one standing next to him polite and peacefully proclaimed: “We, the type, are very interested and concerned” and pointed to my right side with a finger. Well, I open up my leather coat and am extremely surprised by my alcoholic forgetfulness - a wrestling two-handed tail given to a friend at the festival is sealed for the belt. "Matt" - I thought and the options came to mind: in the best case - a fine, in the worst - you can sit down. In any case, a night in the room. And he gently says to me, “Please, give me this thing.” I give a tail and remember that there is a bag in the pocket (put the tail in the bag so that the mint does not dig). And the Mente toporik gave the second and invites me to the chariot for a conversation: "Type in which castle lives the venerable Viking? What is the purpose of shops and streets with a fighting shaft? Does the Viking know of criminal responsibility for such acts?” And it was only then that I realized how drunk I was – the seat belt didn’t get under my hands, and the police understood me from the second time. Having finished the conversation, those security guards entered into a dialogue with the dispatcher - where the Viking was caught, weapons and alcohol were taken away, not bullish, angrily drunk. They took me through the night town. As it turned out, they brought me home, asked me to open the door and enter the corridor, and then handed me my whisker and a tail with the words, "Please don't walk in public places with a tail." And here I stand on the threshold with a bag with a whistle and a collar in my left hand and a tail in my right hand, accompanying the eyes of the mints sitting in the car, amicably waving a tail in response to their "good night."

Lavrov has said that Russia is freezing relations with NATO.
The Putin elite:
Passports of NATO countries.
They will remove their families from NATO countries.
Closing accounts in NATO banks
Property in NATO countries?
No, it is quite different.

I once had a turn indicator relay. I go to the car shop and stand in line. In front of me, the buyer takes some spare parts and communicates friendly with the seller.

I waited for my turn and wondered if they needed me a devis. It is not available but will be ordered tomorrow afternoon.

“Oh,” I say, “I’m going to ride like a fool for two days without turns.

The buyer, withdrawing from charges:

I have been driving this way for three years.

He looks at me unhappy, as if I spit his soul.

I am sorry, man. It was not me who called you that way, it was you who called you that way!

Marine Veterinary Disarms Suspect in Gun Robbery at Arizona Gas Station, Video Show

A veteran told deputies in Yuma County that the marines taught him not to "disrupt."



Xxx: Marine Veterinary... I thought about this position for a long time before I realized it was just a mistake.



Yyy: It is right. There are also sea cats.

Xxx: It's worse when you shake, shake, the camera switches on the face / pocket / big plan of the man's eggs, and you keep shaking, you think now it will switch back, and it's not all switching and not switching, and here you're already 5/7/10 seconds shaking on the man.



Yyy: *Parents who watched this in the last 10 seconds*

The modern ruler in any unclear situation declares a non-working week and hides in the bunker.

June in Petrograd. I was driving with an adult daughter. The red light stands. Compared to us, the boys slow down on the scooter. Young people in love with life and each other. Funny guy in the spring. Behind him is a girl, as if from a movie, some unrealistic Peter-year-old. Dress, wind, hair on the wind, backpack on the back. One hand embraces a guy, in the other a bouquet of chamomile. I admire the guys. They seem to be shining with happiness. The girl turns her head, smiles and stretches a chamomile. The daughter drops the glass and receives a white-yellow miracle. And the girl, laughing, stretches the second one, for me... The green light, we touch. A girl and a guy, in love with each other and in the summer, stay behind. The chamomile still stands in a circle on the window and does not think of winning. And every morning, breakfast, I look at them and smile.

Next week we are all working.
What if the labor inspection comes?
She will not be working for a week.

I went to a party with my friends. Drunk all there. One well-maintained lady even fucked up with someone in the bathroom. But in principle, everything is okay. All are alive. And then I find out that the same lady filed a complaint in a lie to rape. In the statement, she stated that she thought she was fucking with her husband. Tagged Pam Pam Pam!

The Russians have two historical extremes: to endure everything and to shoot for everything.

An elderly woman from Florida, Sandra Smith, was shopping and, returning to her car, found four black men sitting inside.
She dropped her bags and pulled out her gun. Continuing to scream:
I have a gun, I know how to use it. Get out of the car!”
Four men decided not to wait for the second invitation. They came out and ran like crazy people. The lady, slightly shaken, loaded her bags in the back of the car and sat down on the driver’s seat.
The woman was so excited that she couldn’t put in the lighting key.
She tried everything and tried until she suddenly understood why.
A few minutes later, she discovered that her own car was parked across four or five cars.
She loaded her bags into the right car and went to the police station.
The sergeant, to whom the lady told the story, heroically refrained from laughing and pointed to the other end of the stand, where four excited African Americans told another officer how a crazy elderly woman in glasses with curly white hair and a large gun forced them to leave their own car and stole it.
As a result of the full-time bet, the old lady apologized to four African Americans who wanted to keep their names secret.

During searches in the American homes of Deripaska's relatives, they found 5 years of retirement age, the cumulative part of pensions, the indexation of pensions of working pensioners, 12% inflation, a lunar station, electronic industry and breakthrough.

I only notice that the burden on doctors is increasing, and the salary is raised for the police?

The story is written with the consent of the second participant.
I cannot say that life abroad has failed, but something is lacking, or our Slavic brotherhood, or the old life of carelessness, without rules and obligations. As in the cliché, there is money, there is no happiness. Recently set the goal of buying a car, not a new, yet the mind still remained, and such a "almost new". He quickly found a year-old car of his favorite brand, with minimal length, drove on a test drive and, since the money was there, immediately issued a purchase. They like quick shopping. took the car to the evacuator and sent to them (without a temporary number can not drive). Returned to his land, while issuing the number and insurance, another week has passed - here, the car glitters on the shredded sides. I drove home, put on a parking lot in the parkhouse and decided to check the CD as it works (a lot of branded disks, so the presence of a CD player was a condition). I put the disk in the slot, it doesn’t go. He pushes stronger and resists. The mind is enough to pay attention to the icon on the screen and I understand that the slot is busy with the disk. Probably left from the previous owner inside. I got it, twisted it in my hands, nothing unusual, a red-white sticker with a mark signature. I think I will listen. And then something happened, a thunderstorm struck me, a lightning flashed and I was paralyzed. The first chords are familiar to the pain, but something unusual, I sit down, the chords have changed, there is no voice, the orchestra continues to play. “Cinema,” “Cinema” is screaming! performed by the Symphony Orchestra. How long I have been waiting for you. What is not there and you will not find. I sit and listen, 1 hour and 38 minutes without movement, in the parking lot, trying not to miss a single sound. I sit down, sing familiar words and cry, an adult 50-year-old uncle. The disk stopped and I got back. At first I thought, thank God for giving me this work of art. Then I thought, fucking, you won't find the disc with us, the man obviously came by himself or on order from Russia. Maybe I forgot, I need to get it back. I went where I bought the car. The search began. According to local laws, the dealer is not allowed to give contacts to the previous owner, one of the service mechanics suggested that the owner of the car worked in a construction supermarket. There are only two in this town. I checked one, there are no Russian speakers, the second was a Russian-speaking man (a late migrant from Kazakhstan), but there is no work, it will be tomorrow. I don’t give the address, I rent a hotel. I come tomorrow, find a man, in a specialty, servicing tools after renting. I’m going, I found a disk in the car, didn’t you? The man jumped, grabbed the disc and almost crying said, “...your mother, cursed all in the world, I carry it with me everywhere and listen. He turned the whole house, and as he realized that the disc may have been forgotten in the car, ran to the dealer. I turned everything at the dealer - your address was not given. I brought this disc from Peter from the concert! There is the signature of Kasparyan himself!”
Stayed for a few days. With a new friend, we sat in the evenings, drank vodka and sang the songs of Tsoy, performed by the symphony orchestra. I ordered the same disc, with delivery, life is improving.

Volodin proposed the withdrawal of the Nobel Peace Prize.
And to introduce the procedure for the withdrawal of idiots from the State Duma did not propose...

Xxx: Remembered the story of how in class 4-5 with a friend went out of school and went to the side of the stop.

Go and go, next to the supermarket, which was in front of the stop, met my grandfather.

He approaches and says:

"Children, the hand hurts, help to get the little things out of the pocket"

Well, I, since I was always a kind and responsive person, decided to help, the old man is not. He put his hand in his pocket, and you know what? The cancer. Breast Cancer. A green one, with cracks, with ticks.

Clearly, I stumbled by surprise, and my grandfather and a friend like let me stumble on me.

The joke is that you can’t walk through life lessons and I didn’t climb my pockets anymore.



Yyy: Yes, your childhood brain has replaced this terrible memory with green cancer.

The optimist is looking forward to tomorrow. A pessimist with horror. The realist does not wait. The new day has come, so it’s not bad.

In the 1990s, the Union collapsed and our family collapsed – the father did not withstand the difficulties and fled. I contacted, but I did not help financially. My mother raised her two children alone. She was cut off at work, interrupted as much as she could, no one helped. Now my dad loves to teach me life and talk about something my mom doesn’t understand. And here I usually say the magical word “cake.”

Cake was the end of my life. I don’t remember how many days we only ate flour and water cakes, my mom had been delaying her salary for a long time. One day, she got a treasure box with her treasures - grandmother's bracelets for her 18th birthday, a wedding ring, a grandmother's ring, a bracelet and a suspension. and left.

I returned with a package of foods and the magic began – a couple of hours later the house filled with a wonderful smell of cakes. Oh my gods! The two kids were almost mad. We only got one cake. And my mom wore a fucka and left in the cold winter with these dreams of our hungry stomachs. When she came back, she hugged us, kissed us, cried and laughed. She was lucky — her mother approached the cars standing at the intersection and offered to buy cakes. In one of the cars was the manager of the restaurant. He bought a couple of cakes, left, and after a while returned and offered his mother at home to cook her wonderful cakes for his restaurant.

Many years have passed, but still in front of my eyes this picture - a mother in a fucka, in her hands full of pads of cakes carefully wrapped in a towel, and my sister and I with hungry eyes accompany her. Mother’s face is sad and sad, because she has food in her hands, but she can’t give us it, because then she won’t be able to make money — again — on food to feed us a little longer. Love your mothers.

Financial literacy is when you understand that if a fitness subscription for a month costs 1000 rubles, and for a year - 5000 rubles, then it will be more profitable not to take it at all.

Give a man a fish and he will eat well. Give a man a catch, and he will bring out all the brains with stories about his unprecedented catches.