I live in Rwanda. We went to a Chinese restaurant. It was fun to play some kind of hiding-like game of girls from the Asian outdoors and chopped something in an incomprehensible language. The girls were a man 6 from 2 to 8 years of age in appearance. Great company, thought my 2-year-old son and sought to play with them. I follow him, and that he will be unattended. The Asian children at the Chinese restaurant are probably Chinese, I thought I spit them "Nihao."



Most of the children did not react, the older girl looked at me thoughtfully and said they were Koreans from the United States and I can speak to them in English. I felt racist.

xxx: Judging by their hr, Yandex is a type of mailer who thinks he’s a Google.

Do you want to go somewhere else to talk about fashion? Thus, the loins of you before the chopsticks began, then the swimsuits of others with swimsuits.
On women's sites, apparently, you are not sitting down now, but why fill the site of another direction with the same topics and stupid lessons for you and people who don't ask about anything?

Z is. For the especially odious, the sex of us and you is the same, but I am already sick of you.

My brother and I had a age difference of three years (I am the oldest), in school years we went to the same camp in different units.

One day (he was 10-11 years old, me, 13-14, respectively) his commanders were forced to participate in the "Mr. Camp" competition among the younger units. He came to me to complain about it. Because I did not want to participate. Because "well, what is it, well, why is it, what another Mr. of the camp, it is the girls who decide what I want them to like!".

Brother under thirty, the last time long relationship was in college, after that somehow did not work out. Recently at a family dinner they remembered this situation... My brother and I laughed, and my parents now seriously blame me for not convincing him to participate, I am now their fault that the son is unhappy in his personal life. I hope he won't bet that I met his daughter in the tenth grade, too!

Observation is selective.

I had a crown on my front tooth, and I went to my dentist on the weekend. Tomorrow I registered directly as the first patient, today you have to work somehow, not attracting attention. And I work, I have to say, in open space for 20 people.

In general, in the afternoon if possible I am silent and try not to smile, in the evening in the corporate messenger letters from four colleagues with the question whether I am okay, or I am somehow not, a couple of people were carried out and asked the question in person... And only the last of them suddenly paid attention to that I had somehow changed the figure, and surprised to learn that I turned out to be pregnant and in a month I plan to go to the decree (no one, except the chief, did not report, thought - and so everything obviously).

Contrary to the common misconception, you can’t drop oil on the tick, because it will start to suffocate and it will hurt you right in the morning. And if the tick is infected, then all the pathogens in it are in the saliva.
On helicopters, Nakh
And in disgusting saliva.

I bought the "child-surprise" to my 5-year-old son. I give it to him, I go into the room in 5 minutes: the son grabs a chocolate shell, and the 32-year-old husband and father-in-law are trying to pick up the toy. To my question:"Do you forget whose is this toy?" both answered "he’s still small";

tentron: I want a computer that won't brake Firefox

I came to the consultation of my grandmother, on the face - clear signs of alcohol abuse. Do you drink a lot? I don’t drink at all, even on holidays. He doesn’t lie, he says frankly. Okay I think. What are the complaints? How is your day usually? In the morning, it is bad for me. The legs do not walk, the pressure jumps, the heart beats, the head is wool. But nothing, I am treating myself with healing herbs. First I will take a herbivore, then a puddle or a puddle, a thousand leaves... I will fill myself with grasses and to the evening it will be easier. But the next morning it was bad again, oh how bad...



It turned out: all her herbal tinctures are alcoholic. She treated herself with herbs and treated herself. The second stage of alcoholism.

It was ten years ago, 9th grade, a literature exam, I took it on the wish. Questions are not difficult, read the verse by the mouth and analyze it and tell about your favorite work. I read the verse, analyzed it, and when it came to my favorite work, the circus began. I decided to tell about the Quiet Don, this novel very loved and read up to 3 times at the time, such a strong impression on me he made. When I said that I was going to tell about it, the teacher interrupted me (the committee took the exam from the Zavoč and not our teacher of literature) and stated that I could not read this novel, it is passed in 11th grade and I have written down everything. On my argument that I read the book up to 3 times, she began to boil even more with the bile and says - He is once and then hardly read, and you are not red saying that I have read it three times. Shortly not to believe, forced to show all the pockets, sleeves and other things and in a good way to admit that I wrote off and then put 3, and so in general 2 I get and stay for the second year in 9th grade. For all the arguments that this was a work of choice and what the point of lying about it didn't matter to her. I was seriously going to put two, but some like her voice understood that I answered well and we didn't see him write, so let's put 5 to him and let go, but the teacher did not give up and claimed first about a pair, then at least about a three, in the end we put 4 for the perfect answer. So I got to know human stupidity more closely.

JJ Yevgeny Shestakov for 2008

On NTV is a film about Furtsev, the legendary minister of culture. In the background, the blonde says that during the war, the young Katya Furceva extinguished the FUGAS bombs that fell on the city. What shit there are burning horses in the cages...

The first comment:

How do you know, Uncle Zhenya? In the process of selective selection of the extinguishing of fugas bombs, babies of the caliber of not less than the Deputy Minister of Culture survive.

Time, a thing not fully studied and paradoxical!
The older you get, the more young girls are around you.

Yyy: You will describe your feelings when the young woman gives you a seat on the bus for the first time. You look at her, she’s so brave, she looks so sweet, turns red, then jumps up and says, “Oh, please sit down.”

to this:
"You are from where?
From Irkutsk.
It is cool! Can you say anything in Irkutsk?"

Multiphorus, bullet and cappuccino!

Long beach shorts for men.
It is just fashion. In the USSR it was customary to walk on the beach in swimsuits, and this has largely remained so.
In the United States, it is customary to walk on the beach in shorts to the knees, and only gay people and emigrants from the USSR go there.
I don’t know how in Europe, but I suspect they’re shorts too.

Most risky people love casinos, funeral offices and special respect from traumatologists.

As a child with cousin Mishka, we built ourselves a self-shot from a piece of wood, rubber and clamp. They shot with peanuts on canned banks, on an old pot, and then Mishka noticed the plane in the sky and decided to shoot in his direction. The plane was apparently undergoing a tropopause at that time. There was an inversion trace from him, and we were terribly scared that we had shot down the plane, Mishka was torn, because. He felt sorry for the plane, and I also grieved him that we would be taken to prison and we would walk there with our legs on our feet. His grandmother came out, listened to the story, explained that everything was okay with the plane, this pilot just turned away from the mushroom peas, but because of the fact that he was in the aircraft. Mishka is very guilty to the pilot and the passengers, then the guilt he can only redeem becoming a Timurov, for which he has to do only good deeds, and first to help grandmother to drag water into the barrel, and I am obliged to help him, because of the fact. It is his fault that he did not stop his fellow from doing evil. In general, we threw out our own shots, and the responsibility not only for ourselves, but also for the comrades next to us was caught up for the rest of our lives.

Remember when we were sitting in psychology classes studying Pavlov’s dog? He laughed at how stupid his dogs were.
Then the phone ringed and we went to the dining room.

XXX: Physics is bad. They have a permanent line with which they separate the accident from the non-accidental.
YYY: One replacement of the written letter with a string, and as many new meanings.

In the pornography:
XXX: Nothing is special. The bars are not surprising at all.
YYY: XXX experience 2 years 8 months. Well, after spending almost three years on the track, it is really hard to surprise you with something.

I asked my husband to make a shopping list while I was coming. He thought for 20 minutes, scratched his forehead, wrote something with a very serious appearance, scratched out, threw out scratched papers... As a result, with a proud look, he stretches me a sheet, and there...

1st The products:
Buy something edible.
2nd Not the products:
Buy something that is not edible.
Three Other :
Buy some useful shit.