When I was 25, I started working in an organization where most employees were women.

And although they were only 5-10 years older than me, they really seemed "old" to me at the time.

Now I am 44 and looking at the photos of those years, I realize that the aunts were ogo-go))

Today, in a common chat, an employee mistakenly dropped the correspondence with his wife, the television they chose. Chat responded, variants were pushed, from KVN to Horizon)

And I remembered when the chief of the shop was working, I called the Chief Technician, we talked. And the telephone he did not turn off after the end of the conversation, and I listened to his opinion about my decision and about me as a person for 5 minutes).

I worked with him for a long time, and he never knew about it. Jevgeny Sergeevich, greetings from you from the.udak puppy eye)))

Great nations are not built by sludge and sludge. But this is a decent condition at the expense of the budget – very even.

I honestly don’t understand why people buy dogs. Why dogs – I understand why they buy – I don’t understand. We have this wool good absolutely free all shelters and shelters, I don't want to. For every taste, color and size. I, for example, either picked up all my dogs on the street, or took them from people who did not need these dogs.
Even stronger, I don’t understand why people buy all kinds of bald exotics, in which in our climatic conditions, the cockroaches freeze right in the ass without having time to fall out. In the place of animal advocates, I would catch owners of such dogs, remove their scalp, and sew out of these scalp clothes for such dogs.

The story is not about dogs, but about Valera.
He had such a dog.
Specifically, the dog was not Valera’s, but his wife’s.
That is to say, Valera first had a wife, then a dog.
No, not so though. First Valera had money, then a wife, then a dog. Then the money ended, then the wife left, then...
Fucking no! It will come from the beginning, in order, otherwise nothing is unclear.

In short, at the end of the eighties, Valera rose steadily.
I’m not going to lie in detail, I don’t understand this, but only Valera, yesterday’s MIFI student, worked at the Institute of Nuclear Research as a very junior researcher. And something they there with a group of the same outsiders invented, or invented, some device, or device, which at that time was completely unwanted by domestic science. But this was something that greatly interested our best friends at the time from beyond the ocean, who wiped out of the collapsing alliance everything that was wrong. They bought an experimental sample. Incredible money at the time. And then, after making a number of constructive remarks, ordered a few more such devices. Valera quickly formed a cooperative in his name, and made a deal with Americans by the cash of his native institute.

The money fell right from the sky. And Valera, who half his life lived in a pub, where fried potatoes for dinner were considered a delicacy, began to cheat them. Right and left. A new eight with a conveyor, shrimp, two-chassis sharp, panasonic telecast, leather jacket, and other attributes of a successful life.
The door of the room was not closed day or night. Endless friends sneaked there and there, the smoke stood in the spotlight, and all the time someone either ran into the bowl, or returned from the bowl with another portion of expensive strawberries and a foreign drink.

It all ended, thank God, when Zina appeared. Where she came from, nobody knew. Painted blonde of the breed that smells of other people's money by the body specially embedded in them, Zina quickly realized that Valer needs to be rescued. That is, you need to save money, of course, and Valer simply as a temporary owner. So soon they took off a separate apartment, scheduled, and began to live, live, and live well. And when Zina already had everything her imagination could come up with, she suddenly said, I want a dog!
Valera, of course, loved animals, but only in a well-cooked form.
Are you Korean? – he asked, but the joke did not go, and in the coming weekend they went to the Bird.

It is a rat! Valera said when Zina touched a strange bald creature with her finger.
You are a rat! Zina replied, and she was excited when the puppy, which she pressed to her rich chest, pulled her new coat.
This for a second reconciled Valer with the inevitability, but when the seller proclaimed Valer's price, he understood that the Gypsies at the Kiev station were just children against these livestock.

Despite the pronounced gender causes, the dog was named Dusai for some reason. In fact, of course, Dusi had a real, some long foreign hard-to-pronounce name, which was written in the genealogy. But the genealogy disappeared before it was read to the end. So he became a duo.

Money has an unpleasant ability to end up. When Valera’s money ended, he didn’t notice it. Because everyone around was easily and willing to give in debt. He noticed this only when they stopped giving in debt, but instead began to unconsciously demand it back.
But foreign investments at that time were already exhausted, Valer abandoned his job, following the principle "if drunkenness interferes with work, quit work", and there was simply no way to get new money.

Immediately after the money, capturing everything more or less valuable, Zina ended up. He died in an unknown direction. Then there went the shmidics, white eight, new furniture, refrigerator, and other joys of civilization. Many friends dissolved like in the fog.

When the representatives of the next creditor came, in the empty rented apartment were only Valera, a TV, and a strange bald creature named Dusya. Valera and Ducey were sitting on the floor and watching TV. There were two plates of peelings. Of one, Valera ate, the other stood next to him.
Gray the pellets! It was Valera Duce. You will not eat peelings, you will die.
But the duo in response only cried and scattered.

Yes to Valeria! We take the telephone! – said representatives of the lender, strong guys in sports costumes.
You do not take the telephone. said Valeria.
And the ass in the ass? Ask the young people.
At least two leaflets. said Valeria. But you will only take the telecast through my body.
We had no instructions about your body. One of the visitors said. But about your rat’s body, that’s a good idea.
You are a rat! said Valeria. Did you know that this rat is worth as much as ten TVs?
You are chasing! Che, is it serious?
Go to the bird, you will know.
and mayoo! So we’d better take the rat.
And take it! He suddenly shrugged Valer’s hand. I have nothing to feed him. And if he sees the petal, he refuses to eat. The habit of delicacies, shit!
While the guys caught Duşou slippery like a piece of soap on an empty apartment, he had time to chew a couple of fingers and tear off a couple of expensive sports costumes. But in the end, he was caught in a barrel, wrapped in a blanket, and the visitors, dirty mother of the damages received, fell away.

If life is striped, sooner or later the black strip is replaced with white. When Valera stopped pouring dark beer into his head, there was room for light thoughts. And soon he had already transported the goods and collected revenue from retail stores, and on the local market he had two of his points.
Only now Valera did not deal with the money. He folded them carefully paper to paper, and when the necessary amount was accumulated, he sat down in his old shuffle and went to the address known to him.

The door was opened by a guard. Behind a high, strong fence, in the middle of a spacious courtyard, there was a large mansion. Near the gate were two giant Caucasian shepherds. When they saw Valera, they stood up and threatened.
Go to me! A little frightened, as Valerie seemed, the guard shouted.
From wherever I went, a duck jumped out. He did not go to the guard, but to Valera.
I found out, the shit! Valera joyfully said when the dog jumped on his arms.
The shepherds, seeing how the Dush lies a stranger in the nose, immediately calmed down and lay back. And on the door of the mansion came the owner and joyfully stretched out his hands.
and Valerie! What fate?
The debt came to give and take the dog.
What is your debt, Valeria? How much time has passed! These days are like at war. War writes everything. There is no debt, forget. I will not give you the dog.
Why is this?
Why do you need a dog? You do not love them.
For the memory. said Valeria. “This dwarf creature is the only living creature that didn’t melt when I was a little bit of it. Done on viral.
Walker, take another one. A normal dog. Take a Caucasian. any one. Or let’s go for a bird and I’ll buy you any dog you choose.
It is not in concepts. said Valeria. “I owe you, you took a dog. It is in concepts. I repayed the debt, you don’t give the dog. It is disgraceful.
You have done it by concepts, not by concepts. What are we here, the bandits? Go home, I’ll tell you what.

They sat on the veranda, the master poured, and began the story.

“You know, when I started building this house, there was nothing, no field, and a bunch of building materials. Well, I hired a man, Serge, like a guard. He lived there all the time. He looked after the builders, the farm. A shorter man. Nude all the time. Buy me a dog. The times are ferocious, the people are hungry, everyone is just looking wherever they are. I wore it all, and here, throw it, the boys bring your soul. Well, I scratched him and threw him. touched the guy. You asked for a dog, here you have a dog. Siroha was of course offended, but Dusya so remained on the site. Where do I find his day? Then the building was really built. The tool, of iron there is something. And the serpent was given. Then I went to the breeding house, took two puppies, Caucasians. They talk in the courtyard.
Well?
- Well, then the construction ended, I moved to the house for a stay, and Seroga went to myself. He came from somewhere, I don’t even know the address. And when he left, it suddenly turned out that these dogs, the Caucasians, they do not perceive anyone other than the Seroges at all. He educated them in such a way that when he is not there, anyone on the site is the enemy. You can’t tell my mom you’re not able to. I understood?
I understood. I don’t know what my soul is about?
Are you stupid or are you crazy? Dogs are a room. The serpent was the main. Serena is gone. The main thing is the soul! Without them, they will eat them all! So either you take all three, or you take none. Otherwise, I would have to shoot the Caucasians. They do not listen to anyone but Him.

When Valera and his master went to the gate, a disgusting bald creature named Dusya ran in front of him on thin curved legs.
Envious of him, the Caucasians, lying at the gate, as a team stood up and gave way.

P.S All the readers of the site, its authors, and Dima - with another anniversary. All good and positive.

Regarding Kadyrov’s words, that he got him, that in everything they accuse the Caucasians... A familiar Tatar said: As long as you are a MAN, no one in Russia is interested in your nationality. As soon as it became a cattle, everyone immediately wondered whose cattle is it?

I was five years old and it was the USSR. The woman in the store smiled at me and said, “Do you like my pants?” It had Czech crystal beams, I liked them endlessly, they played the sunlight. And I say to her, terrible! She changed her face and left. Sometimes children can’t formulate a thought. It meant “horribly liked.”

When I was a child, my brother and I stayed in the village for the summer. I am 6 years old, brother 8. We found two empty bottles of vodka and went to the store. In the store, we were given a bottle of lemonade and a bowl of bread instead of money. What my brother said for one bottle of lemonade and for the other. You say drink the first lemonade and eat half a bride and I will give your bottle and take a lemonade. I barely drank everything, he went to the store to change and went out with another bride.

Near my house, two bomziki - a woman and Yeny Khahal - settled on a garbage site, in a section for large-scale garbage. They pulled sofas, mattresses, blankets and telogreeks. They set up a household, set up a guard uber-dvornyagen. and what? In the morning, they get up at 6.00, do a cultural exercise in the surrounding bathrooms and reception points. Closer to noon they go to the elite store White & White, buy and taste the top quolite VSOP aperitif "Vodka Holiday", then eat. In the evening, all three sleep together with the dog in a hug. In the evening they sit, empty and overlooking the surroundings. Then they eat, take the digestive of the same top brand and quietly go to sleep. No loans, liabilities, utilities and uncle jobs. Always in the fresh air.



And the beauty!

Mature women fall into bed.

I took here from my husband's flash to use it - my died, it seems.
I put it in the computer and open...
And now imagine what a range of feelings I experience at once, discovering among all the documents a FOLLOWER folder!
In preparation for a grand scandal, I open up.
No pictures - consistent texts, presentations and tables, all of a purely business nature.
I spent two hours analyzing the content, trying to figure out if there was anything else behind these dry numbers and charts!
I asked my husband tonight. It turned out that POTAKUŠKI - it is such a synchronization folder, that is, he folds files in it, which is needed between different computers!

Those who handed over to the authorities five anti-vaccinators will receive a QR code without vaccination!

The morale of the grandmother is hypocritical, she has in her closet for all occasions in life, hanging sweaters of different lengths.

A message from that world.

My friend’s dog died aged. The puppy is excluded. The Favourite. Half of my heart, think, died, and my friend fell down from sorrow: she became so sick that she decided to die. The kids are in shock, of course. Mothers are worse and worse, but how to help? The doctors only handed out, she said she takes herself out... and she really goes away! She lies, sits in the wall, doesn’t eat and doesn’t even get up.

Then the daughter of a friend and went to the place under the straw in the garden, where the dog was buried, cried, talked to the dog, as if with a living, and let her reproach: what are you doing? How we loved you! Mother is so young to live...How are we without her? Do not take it with you, be a man! She is crying, it’s all gone. In the evening, she tells me everything on the phone and says that once she went to the dog to the grave with pretences, she also has a roof. So what am I?
Prayers of compassion...what else can we do?

A few days later, the light knocked on the door. Who is there? Mother - her own person: cheerful, business, fun, suddenly thought about dying.
So, he says, children, tonight Evechka came to me in my dream. She said she was coming back to us. She said that in a month you should go to the bird market every Sunday and look for a woman with puppies. The woman’s name is Emma and her fool is Eva. The species? Did not say. The main thing: the hostess Emma, and the fox - as we called it, the same name...
My friend dropped all this to the children, dressed up, gathered, and went on business, as if she wasn’t sick, and was not interested in suicide... The children were in shock again! The daughter calls me: help my mother to persuade the psychiatrist to appear... clearly the roof went to her: the dead dog in a dream, ZU gives... And by that time I heard the whole story of the dream from the first hand, a friend with my own eyes I see - alive and healthy, thank you, lords! Well, I say to the girl, you won’t like it! My mother dies, it is bad. Dressed like a shirt – again not good. Decide already! Your normal mother, take care of her. Not worse than my whole life has been.

And then, as the month passed, every Sunday, from morning to night, a girlfriend goes around the market for ten rows. When alone, when with me, when with my daughter... There is no such combination of Emma/Eva, even if you shoot yourself... Again to scatter the beginning, and I to her: what are you before time? He said in Russian: Wait! Do you think it’s so easy to get back from that world?

That day we went with her to the last round, at the end of the bazar. All the same stands, and the time of lunch has long passed... I pulled a friend for a barbecue and pulled in a cafe. I sat down in the menu. I raise my eyes, and my girlfriend looks behind my back and changes her face. Have you seen a ghost? Look, and behind me on the wall an ad is glued: a preliminary record on the puppies of Eva-Eritha-and two rows of names of all kinds through the barrel. Below is the phone and the name is Emma. We were pushed. What is lunch? Call me right away, Emma. Answered by Emma. And the dog Eve? exactly. Are there dogs already? He says they’ve all been sold.
My wife is really hysterical:
How did they sell? and I? There was mine... my dog in a dream told me... my puppy... from that world... and crying in a voice.
I was scared and picked up the phone. I say: sorry, do not pay attention: we have a mystical story here, and in the announcement the names - yours and your dog - coincided as in a dream... and the dog in the hospital dreamed and said...
Well, you understand – I also made it clear! The negotiator, the shit.
And the telephone silenced, and then suddenly says: write the address, come. There is one puppy. They left themselves...
O Lord! Without hearing our feet, we jumped into the car and went to the address. I found. entered in. A woman is one and a half meters tall and one and a half in width - a square-nested aunt! on the neck a chain of gold, three fingers wide, in a pearl and dark glasses. In the apartment. Do not say goodbye to you or any other reverants. Silence ticked his finger toward the room. There were a table and chairs in the room. We sat down.

...and then began the interrogation with addiction: who are they, from where, why? Aunt around us wears circles and cries: Tell the truth! I know who sent you!
I was already slowly looking at the entrance door, when my aunt, noticing my look, cried out the word, and a huge dog came out of the neighboring room and quietly lay on the doorway into the corridor. I realized we couldn’t get out of here alive.

And when for the hundredth time we, each in turn, told the whole story, including the dream, and with topographic accuracy described the bird market from the inside, the square mistress stood up, made one move, and the huge dog also quietly left, as I seemed, with some disappointment.

In the second move, the aunt took a bottle of cognac from the bar, poured it on a drink, poured half a glass on herself and said that although she did not believe in God or the devil, there was no other explanation for this.

In short: housewife Eva turned out to be a dog of terribly expensive blood, which the whole world can be counted on the fingers. There is always only one cowboy, whose family has all the kings, the princes of blood, and below the Duke even the family has no one.
Especially for a bunch of money this dog is brought to her from... and always everything is perfect! The puppies are all like a selection, each is worth a whole fortune, all the bests are lost, a record for a year ahead... And here, as it should be, three months ago, the dog was damaged, and..

And the fact that in the temple, from which Christ himself expelled the merchants, every little thing is worth protective money, of course, does not offend the feelings of believers.

You are just a fire!



yyy: thank you )



XXX: Is there a guy?



Okay, I’ll take a look at your photos.



YYY: Yes, there is

There is a companion who calls once, Edak, every six months:

and health! I have not heard you for a thousand years. How are you?

Dick...

I have such an affair...

Next follows a half-hour monologue about how he has business, family, business... You can insert “Ugu”, “Exactly”. Then, finally, a little pause when I begin to say something like:

My son went to first class...

Comrade interrupted by:

The hammer! It is cool! I was glad to talk to you, I need to run away. Let us call!

I will call you again in six months.

I cut my hair illegally. On the hairdresser a large tablet "closed", the windows are laid down. You knock on the door - the blinds move, an eye appears. My eye looked at me, recognized a regular client, and I penetrated into the opening gap. While they were shaved, someone else was knocking, they looked at him, but they did not let him go. Pay only in cash. The atmosphere of Chicago in the days of dry law. I recommend.

What do you eat on your proper diet?



Yyy: Well white mostly



What meat does it taste like?



Yyy: With whom?



Xxx in White

In order to understand what the athletes who became deputies, imagine the average deputies who decided to go to the big sport.

Mark Faber is an analyst and entrepreneur.
In 2008, when the U.S. government decided to shake the U.S. economy by directing $600 to each U.S. citizen personally (in practice, only $300), Mark Faber wrote in his monthly report:
The federal government wants to give every US citizen $600, but if we spend that money on Walt Mart, the money will go to China, if we spend that money on gasoline, the money will go to the Arabs. If we buy computers, the money will go to India. If we buy fruit, the money will go to Mexico, Honduras or Guatemala. If you buy a high-quality car, the money will go to Germany or Japan. If we buy something, the money will go to Taiwan. If we buy drugs, the money will go to Bolivia, Colombia or the same India.
And not a single cent will be used to improve the American economy.
The only way to leave money in America and help the economy is to spend it on beer and prostitutes, as it is the only commodity that is still produced in the United States. I will definitely give my favour.