The cultural capital is Peter. No matter how.

I parked 15 years ago in Brooklyn. The district is unique. Now he has lost his colour, and then there were mostly car workshops, the poorest shark offices (in one of them I worked) and a lot of sex shops and strip bars. These establishments were forbidden to open closer than a few feet from schools and churches, and there were a couple of neighborhoods across Brooklyn where it was possible. Lunch we went to the strip bar, there were at least edible hamburgers.

So, I try to depict a parallel parking in this cute area and slightly touch the pickup behind. I checked the damage, no damage counted. In Brooklyn, touch parking is a common thing, on both bumpers a bunch of markings, among which you will not find the new ones at once. Here comes the owner of the pick-up, a seven-to-eight ambal in a working combination, and asks who taught me how to park. I explain that nothing happened. The guy grows out of anger, drops on me all the scarce stock of English idioms with the addition of Spanish and climbs into the pickup for the assembly. Okay, I say, here’s my insurance, let’s find out officially.
Do I have your insurance? He is Oret.
Should I call the police because of the scratch? Give the police.
Do you fuck me with your police?
What do you want then?
First I want you to apologize.
Okay, I say, I’m sorry. It’s my fault, I’m really sorry it happened.

and all! This conflict ended. The man smiled widely, looked at the scratches once again, said "a fig question" and left.

Since then, I have taken the rule, a little bit, first apologize, and then everything else. You live in a cultural capital.

News of Science
In order to prove that it is possible to bread the steak, Skolkov scientists will put up a unique experiment tomorrow.
Allocated 5 liters of cheeks, two pairs of blades and 250 million rubles.

Today, throwing his socks into the washing basket, he asked something important to his household wife: "You know why your legs sometimes smell?

Why is? I asked my wife on the machine, just to get rid of me with my bats.

Because the ass grows! I tell her. Peterson scratched his teeth of jealousy.

The wife straight without pause without breaking away from the important thing: - In your case, dear, your hands should smell.

If before you had to prove that you are not a camel, now you have to prove that you are not a robot.

I have a neighbor, Sasha. I knew about him that he was a former nurse, but it did not hinder us from communicating. We congratulated each other on the holidays and occasionally visited each other. But two years ago he asked me for a debt of two hundred thousand - it was not enough for a new car. This made me think: the guy was sitting, then yes. On communication there are norms, but FIG knows them, these scammers. I said I would think, but I decided in advance that I would not take any risks.
The next week, I met him in a shopping center. They talked, shook each other's hands... And suddenly the unexpected thing happened: two adults went by with a bunch of children, apparently, the educators brought the contingent to the ice cream coffee some. Having noticed us, the system broke: the children started laughing, pointing their hands at Sasha and shouting: "Frog, Frog! “Uncle the cock!”
“I was in the dressed morning with my son,” he explained kindly to me.
That same evening he came to him and gave him the two hundred thousand. The logic is simple – he would be a scammer, would share the values of that world in which the cock is a concept known for what reason despised. And if he acted calmly, as a "civil" normal person, then he broke up with a criminal past. And I was not mistaken – a couple of months later I came to me with money and a bottle of cognac. After that, he talked and said, he sat down because of the wrongly signed paper in the accounting office, and he never had a relationship with the thief’s world, even despised him always. I think that measure is the most correct. How much more stressed are people who have never sat down, but try to follow criminal norms and laws (in the same avoidance of the "cocktail" topic). There is something close to her inside.

In Germany, designers, freelancers and creative people are paid 5,000 euros during quarantine. Because in Germany they know very well what will happen if an upset artist changes his profession.

I live in Budapest and went to a Russian grocery store. Dialogue with the seller.

Are you Russian or Ukrainian?

I am a Jew.

P. Then you will like this cheese (showing Adigean cheese)

Why do you think I’ll like him?

A 30% discount on it

How to simply hide the poverty of the present with tales about the greatness of the past.

Some time ago, the same car in the same place without special need was constantly parked with a ride on the sidewalk, which in itself is not good. But the fact is that in this place the sidewalk was extremely narrow (the historical part of the city). As a result, it was almost impossible to pass by the car on the sidewalk: it had to be bypassed on the road. It seems to have caused some inconvenience not only to me, but also to other passers, because one day on this car I saw the inscription "SUKA, PARKING RIGHTLY!" The inscription was made with a red lipstick right on the front glass. To be honest, I wanted to like the author of the comment on the same glass. I also want to note the universal gender-neutral appeal "SUKA", suitable for any driver of that car regardless of his gender (the appeal "MUDAK" would be true in essence, but could be incorrect on a formal basis). Since then, I have never seen that car on the sidewalk in this place again.

All my money goes to a psychologist.
What happened to you?? to
I married her.

I am an industrial alpinist. Clean up a budget organization. It was necessary to clean out of the snow a healthy straw that has not been touched since the beginning of the winter.

I cleaned half and went for lunch. While eating, I talked to the gardener.

I started counting how much snow I needed to throw. It was about 10 tons.

Yes, you have gotten.

Not me, but you. I will only throw it off the roof, and you will throw it over the fence.

I am... I am...

I had a friend who was 60 years old. Small growth, but rooted. He was always dumb, serious. He said little about himself. He worked as a master at the factory. But in the face obviously unfriendly. It is a fairy tale.

And one day it turned out that they sat with them at the table, talked about who in his youth lived, where he studied, gave birth, etc. Here his wife recalls: "I remember I was in the ninth month of pregnancy, something caught up, went to the hospital. Even the hormones prevent me from concentrating, the nerves give up, it is hard to walk, I barely got to the hospital, sat in a line. I go to the doctor, get up on the weights, and they don’t work. Doctor, how can you scream at me that I broke them! I have never felt so bad! She went home, her husband complained. He gathered his friends that evening. They went to that hospital, found this doctor, and fixed his weights.”

I propose to set up a monument on Lubyan Square “to the official taking bribe because of circumstances not dependent on him.”

I work as a waitress, and yesterday a woman came to us, who asked me to serve her, because she was advised by many of me, and she heard that I was very kind and a real professional, she even called the administrator to tell about it.
In general, if you have never invited your mother to work, I advise.

According to statistics, people rob banks much less often than banks rob people.

My mom told me about her spiritually concerned vegan friend. She often had kittens and fed them only with vegetable food (bread, flour, vegetables). Cats naturally died from such a diet quickly. One day my mother asked her, and what hell does she do? The answer was: “The vegan diet purifies their karma, so they will die, but in the next life they are reborn into more spiritual beings.”

There is no morality in history, I just decided to bring readers to tears.

The servant of the people, in order to steal less, must be washed more often.

20 years ago, I was appointed as the head of sales department. At the age of 30, under the supervision of 8 people. The office is rich, the salary is very decent, in a word - life was successful. The deputy was a 50-year-old man. Fundamental, calm, "lampy" about newborn computer chips and gadgets, but greatly able: 1) to negotiate with customers 2) to competently outline the essence of problems in official letters. Perfectly aware of the specifics of the case and never in a hurry. He clearly did not fit into our team of young ambitious managers. He did not argue with money and especially did not aggravate on corporations. He did not even have a personal car. I do not remember that he was traveling abroad for a vacation, all about his favorite country told. In a part-time year, the department decreased to 6 people, but sales increased significantly. I thought then that as a young but experienced manager, I had built my own system. In fact, it is my deputy, as a more experienced, through me created a comfortable atmosphere in the department, where everyone was in his place and brought the greatest benefit to the general cause. When we celebrated his 50th anniversary, we had a private conversation, from which I understood the principle of work of my mum: DO NOT WORRY AND DO NOT WORRY. 20 years have passed... The office was safely ruined due to the greed of the owners, who fought with each other until the attraction of the brothers. I am currently the head of sales department. The same eggs, only view from the side. In the subordination of 12 people, extra employees are absent as a class. The office is rich, the salary is more than decent. The only difference is that the owner is my former deputy. When our former owners shared money and power, customers did not stand on any side, but chose an experienced and calm seller with whom they continued to do business.

The fraudster, who pretends to be the president of Belarus, deceived a confident pensioner from Moscow $ 4.5 billion.

Xxx is swimming. Suddenly someone gets him for the eggs and the voice asks: - Plus two or minus two? The man said, “Two more. He goes out on the shore and has four eggs. The man thinks: I'll go back now, I'll say "minus two" and everything will be fine again. He slipped back into the water, sailed to that place, there he was again caught for eggs and asked: - Plus four or minus four?



YYY: There is a continuation

The male already eight eggs in horror goes into the water in the hope that everything will work out and will be well, and in the space does so a couple of times, and eventually finds himself on the shore with a huge cluster between the legs of 32 eggs. Decides to go in for the last time, he is caught for all these eggs, and they say “plus 32 or minus 32”, the man clamps up and says “minus 32!To end this nightmare. The debilitated man goes to the shore, sees that all 32 eggs are in place, and there is no tooth in his mouth.



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