The summer. The village. I am 5. After the rain I went out for a walk, wearing a red saraphan, with huge pockets. Suddenly there was some movement in the grass, I looked at — earth frogs, and so much! I, a girl from Chukotka, have never seen such wealth, well, and got a full pocket of frogs)



I decided to show it to my mother and went home. Mom, sister and aunt were sitting on the couch and talking. With the words "Look what I have," I, satisfied with the spots, turned the entire pocket on the floor...I had never heard such a whisper before or after! They were caught a long time later.)

Yesterday I went out of training, I see my bus. I don't want to stand in the cold for another 15 minutes, so I run to the stop and at the same time pull my hand so that the driver stops.



Probably he noticed me because he slowed down at the stop. I ran to the bus and stood at the door. He stood for a few seconds and touched me without opening the door. I started knocking on the door – I stopped, the door opened.

I get into the bus and ask the driver:

Why didn’t you open the door right away?

I did not know you were going to go!



really is. I like to run on buses.

If you ask a child in the middle of the night, he will answer - children are waiting for adulthood, birthdays and gifts. Adolescents are expecting adulthood, 18, 21, alcohol, birthdays. And I am 30 years old, I have been waiting, and if you have to name my age - you have to remember what year and month is today, to deduct the date of birth, I just don't remember how old I am NOW, it can be seen as unnecessary.

When I was a kid and my dad always came back from fishing, I was sure that’s exactly how fish smells.

It was 30-40 years ago, my grandfather told me.

Whether a friend or a colleague returned home in the evening and when he entered the entrance he was pressed to the wall by two strangers, one in his eyes with a lamp, and the other lifted his hat a little and asks:

This one? The second says:

She, not he. and departed...

And this friend or colleague came home and instead of a new fur hat, in the mirror saw an old rabbit.

I remembered the case. I was flying in the plane, I was sitting by the window, the child on the left and his mother on the other side. After the departure, the condensate (as it turned out later) gathered on the "push" and the water dropped on the sleeping child next to him. I noticed, I told his mother, and she first started chasing me that it was dropping something out of my basket, which I put up (her things naturally stood there too and by definition nothing should drop out of there). Then, making sure that the things are not the case, and getting to know with the stewardess why the water drops, she offered ATTENTION!!! I (not myself) move to the place of the child! I nodded and turned to the window. Nafig is...

Recon66: Today, at five, I looked into a container of eggs, from the “healthy farm,” all of it was covered with chickens, i.e. I did not wash the eggs. Is this obviously to emphasize the naturality of the product?

There is a belief that when washing eggs together with dirt, a protective layer that is invisible to the eye is washed, protecting eggs from getting infections from the surface inside (the shell itself is actually very porous - to ensure oxygen exchange during the development of the embryo). Therefore, washing eggs is recommended immediately before cooking, not two weeks before.

If the dressing rooms were to be dressed, they would be called dressing rooms.

Worked in a tech support, once went into the office to the boss without knocking. The company was small, so it wasn’t considered a memeton. He stood in a very spicy situation: the boss sits, with a blessed smile on his face, and the columns spread "The work is done, master!", "It will be done, boss!" and all of this kind. Warcraft 2 I have never seen such a happy expression in his face.

That is, even if I know they have the evening – I write ‘good morning’ if we have the morning. In a sense, I just tell you that we have a good morning.

Here I know what is happening there in your educated circles, but if a person says good morning, he does not report that he, such a cool, morning was good, but wishes a good morning to the interlocutor.
And the interlocutor can read the letter in the morning, in the day and at night. Even in the evening.

I, for example, eat sausages with a great appetite when I read how the hobbies ate in the basement. True, they ate little, the road was heavy and the food was not taken, but it did not matter.

Don’t think about reading Max Frey’s Echo Chronicles: Not bad, in general, fantasy will make you burst out of eating (the same sausage, for example).

"Remains of wine can be frozen..."

Oh my God, what are the remnants? What unnecessary advice?

I dreamed today that I had no money.
Oh no, I did not dream.

They came up with a problem: they wished them a good morning. Think of Peppi the Long Sleeve.

“I wish you happiness and a happy Easter,” she said when she saw Tommy and Annika.
“Easter has long passed,” said Tommy.
“Of course,” Peppi agreed, “and you keep my wishes for the next year.

XXX by Manson? by Fu! How can you listen to the song of a man who removed his ribs to suck in?
Doctors are all. There is no need to remove the ribs to reach.

Being naked in the dressing room is not a lack of education and morality. Lack of education and morality - to look at people in the dressing room, using the dressing room as intended, and also to rumble that other people's ass is not aesthetic enough.

In general, it seems that when selling a subscription to the pool, you should not only require a certificate of the absence of worms, but also a mandatory check with a psychiatrist. In other words, the mentally traumatized children of the companions have grown up, and they will soon realize that people in the pool themselves dare to be in swimsuits, rather than in long shirts.

Dasha, I love you!
Well, you love me fat, so I relax and don’t lose weight.
I don’t love you because you’re fat.
Well, I knew that...

“I think that’s a shape of shame,” Mother Vetrovsk replied. Not everyone can see your feet.
Who will see them? The nurse was surprised. They are covered with material.
“Yes, but anyone can see where her legs are,” said Mother Vetrovsk.
It is stupid. It’s just like saying that under the clothes everyone is naked, Magrat said.
- You will not tell me about it personally, - calmly pared the mother. I have three cocktails.
(c) the

I read Yandex.news of the city N:
1st In the universes of the city N again found corrupt products
2nd Stas Mikhailov returned to N
...

I, of course, don’t want to say that ‘my milk has shed because my neighbor is a witch,’ but a couple of exorcists at the concert obviously won’t bother – in any case.

We need to add another law to Murphy's laws.
The elevator often breaks not when you have to go down, but when you have to go up.
In addition, the number of floor you need is directly proportional to the degree of your fatigue and the weight of the bags you have in your hands.