Yesterday I smoked on the balcony and a pigeon flew into the window with a paper in a clove, I was ready even for Slyzerin, but it turned out to be a foliage from a pack of cigarettes.

told by Mom.
Grandma and granddaughter are sitting, watching TV, Mom is sitting behind a compass nearby. Grandma little tells what is happening on the screen, and among other things to my mom’s ears reaches the phrase "Look, but this fox is watching the giraffe’s eggs". A few minutes later, again, the fox looks at the giraffe’s eggs. She had colorful pictures of animals in her head, but there were more questions than answers – how does she observe? Looking down from below? Or on the side? Why does she do it at all? What makes this part of the body interesting for a fox? And, most importantly, why such knowledge to a half-aged child? She did not let go, went and waited for this strange action to be shown. The fox was watching the nest.

Sometimes it feels like very many, like Maugli, were also raised by wild animals. But not wolves, but deer.

This week we have an infographic of my 7 year old son. He pursued cvoix oднoclaccnics with the “mech cmepti”. “Mečom cmepti” is my swap.

This story is inspired by the memoirs of a programmer with a computer in a strange room with coffee walls.

I was in such a cabinet. Asked to come to clean the viruses, to remove the terrible brakes, or it is impossible to work. They say, there are all sorts of people here, they take advantage of the fact that this is the only office in which there are no cameras, they go into the browser, they google all kinds of abuse and, without discernment, they tick on all kinds of links... I immediately thought of the night guards. Employees will not be burned in the working hours. I looked: well yes, indeed, in the history of the browser there are only ***habs and ***tubes. Even the cabinet is so strange: a canvas, with a dishwasher and a small table on a long leg and a wire to the comp is going... As they said, it is some kind of laboratory special weights, the work of which in no case can be disrupted. He cleansed, removed the evildoers. I go and tell you that everything is ready, you can take work. And there is a man who is instructed... And here I hear from the edge of the ear how he is told where to go to take the seminal fluid tests... And then I regretted working without gloves...

With Hicks:
This is how Darwin created us.
You are a creationist, though. A very rare species.

February has not yet begun, and the cats have already spring... Yesterday I saw: near the house, in the town of Darnice, a cat on it, a castrated on it (!!) A friend’s valley, another cat climbs on him! The cat tries to float, with it floats the entire structure
WOW: The castrated valley of a friend?
He is not Siberian, but dumb, like a valenok, once at me chased a butterfly and fucked in the battery XD
See also: Lord
WOW: I hope Darnica is a place of fucking, not a passive participant in the process?

When choosing - a cat or a child" is not the fact that the cat loves less. Just a child is much, much harder to set up.

stupid, of course, but I unexpectedly understand why in the mountainous terrain the roads are paved with a long serpentine with a very small slope. Not because the larger inclination of the car will not be used, lightweight cars with rubber tires and a large power reserve will easily use much larger inclinations, but the tires are not.

I didn’t sell 5 of my favorite hematogenics in the pharmacy today. They said, said, the rate of medical leave is not more than 2 pieces in one hand. I had to pick up all kinds of things...
This is so that no one dies from an overdose. After you run away, let us eat hematogeene, so that you know whom you have lost.
I already imagine a note: “Dear, you abandoned me, and I decided to count my life.” And the whole room is filled with paper from hematogens.
WOW: And the morning was a cruel snatch: the dose was not enough to die pathosely... but fuck it, fuck it!! to

Recently, in public transport, I witnessed an interesting dialogue between mother (M) and daughter (D). A girl about 5 years old:

D – Mom, what is “blessing”?

M is when something smells bad.

D - But in this word there is the word "good"... (interesting note from a child 5 years old)

M - The main thing in this word is "smell", meaning something smells very strongly.

A few minutes later, the mother convinced the girl of her vision of the word and they quietly went on.

This is how quickly and easily an adult persuades the child that he is wrong.

The case was in the 90s. I return home from school (primary classes, I was nine years old) and at the door of the apartment a 16-year-old Roma knocks on all doors on the floor. Well, without a back-thinking, I opened my key, and he stood by me. Give, he says, eat a little, or money. Well, I refuse him, I go into the apartment and try to close the door behind me, but he puts his foot in the hole and insists on giving at least something. After my next refusal, he tells me that I should give him water to drink. As I go to the kitchen to collect water, the Gypsy instantly slides into the apartment, runs into the room and through the noise, it is heard that he begins to throw items from the shelves, probably trying to find something valuable. And then the action begins, because a daddy, obviously evil, comes out of the toilet and enters the room. I immediately ran into the room and then the painting with oil: the Gypsies are trying to justify themselves, but the father is clearly wondering what to do. He catches a little Gypsies for barges, like a bag of pears, and quickly headed to the balcony door, with a squeeze, sprinkled him through the open balcony door and walked out to the street, not even looking where he fell. The first floor was well, and under the balcony was grass. But the bat had such an appearance that even if the floor was ninth, it would operate exactly the same scheme. In short, the Gypsies still got, but not exactly what they expected. There were no clashes afterwards and there were no Gypsies. This lesson I remembered for a lifetime, because I knew that if there was no one at home, everything would not be known how it ended. Do not open the door to others and do not allow anyone to enter the apartment, no matter who they are and what they ask.

xxx: I dress now in the store, and I understand that all normal people have yesterday’s clothes hanging on a bike worker, and only we are on a rubber boat with wheels.

YYY: No... I’m in the hustle ?

I got a new entrance door yesterday. There was a dialogue between me and the master:

Master: Your door was very bad and the locks would break in a minute!

I: And this one?

Master: And this is good, two minutes will think.

And yes, I will remind you of a small rule that everyone knows - do not fall into public toilets. And if it is pressed, they do it on weight, not sitting down.

Another prophet of collective wisdom? I'll uncover a secret: there are paper single-use seats on sale, which are placed on the chair of any toilet. They are then washed with toilet paper without applying hands. Moreover, in some cultural institutions, dispensaries with such seats hang near toilets. Don’t be ashamed if you go into such a situation, "orel".

A girl who writes music. Your problem is solved very simply. Closet at the door. You can also hang a sign "Do not enter, creative process". But you will rather get rid of your husband than his habit of disturbing you. Men are stupid, they are extremely negative to women's attempts to get away from them.

One of my acquaintances once bought a bag of sugar at a very low price. But Pasha did not have a car, and not to get rid of his work, he asked me to take his bag home. No questions, we can help! My husband and I went in and loaded sugar. The happy owner of 50 kilograms of carbohydrates explains where to go, the house number, the extreme entrance, just the second floor:

At home now only the son (8 years old him), his wife urgently to work for a couple of hours called. He will not open the door to you, he is even forbidden to enter the door. He is a clever man, my wife and I severely punished him in our absence not to open to anyone and not even approach the door. He only opens the door by phone if necessary. Go up to the apartment, call me on the phone, I will call home (then there were also wireless phones) and the son will open to you.

and OK!

Take the bag up to the second floor. My companion loudly and persistently knocks at the door. A child’s whisper and a voice from the door: “Who is there? »

Comrade, intentionally with a rough voice: “Who, who? ! to Open the door! and fast! »

I hear the sound of the opened door and...

We bring sugar!

Just a banana

>> Haakonetz-tho got out of the freezone!

You put her on the couch, you sit next to her and listen to all this nonsense for hours?
Congratulations to!

by Kris Simpson:
> BRICS (Brazil, Russia, India, China, South Africa)
Why not a brick?

Because in English...

and sometimes:
A fair doob, by the way.
If from May Hart, then BRICS, if Orthodox, then BRICY.
When the union is so tight that it is even written with an error.

Formal of Ceres: Biryuk

Tibalz: Yuri B.

The Female Logic
You will go to the swimming pool with me and get in shape.
I am: No, Chet Lenivo
M: Well okay, then I will walk alone, lose weight and the girls will hang on me...
I: And then... I will divorce you, then I will suffer and also lose weight!
Oh my God, a woman! Just like in a swimming pool? No is?! to