They find demonstrators on recordings from video cameras through the neural network, although they are in masks, they are fined, planted... But here is the man who put out my house, a sperm expensive notepad, money, and whose face is captured on all the cameras of the entrance, somehow damn, in two years can not find.

xxx: I saw my first porn at the age of five, in a family circle, when my uncle pulled a video magnet. Everyone sat down at the festive table, all were poured vodka, I was poured lemonade, and my mother solemnly contributed the video cassette "Ktozdez in the garden". They turned on, and two huge huts in the entire screen began to destroy the mouth of the poor lady. Of course, the cultural beautiful half had a heart attack of all organs, and the father urgently withdrew from smoking, loudly knocking the eye.

Yyy: Is it like a loud blink of eye?

Zzz: Do you know Goatse?

At the time of the publicity “Fiskars X25 Tractor Test” the story was told by one Fiskars manager.



Brings a man one to change the tail under guarantee: split the head of the tail in half.

Listen to me, man! We will change your tail, but only you can tell how you broke it?

Gentlemen, I honestly don’t know. The kids played for 20 minutes.

Divorcing islands will not improve the demographic situation.

Yesterday I went to work in one of the medical centers, I had to take the results of the tests of my bat. I was in a hurry, I thought I’t have time. I was in a hurry and arrived almost half an hour earlier than scheduled. “I think it’s a lie – sit now for half an hour in grief and sadness!”

But who could know? I sat for half an hour, of course, but I did not experience grief and sadness - I didn't have time to just shake and shake.

In general, I tell you: I sat in a chair in front of one of the cabinets. On the door table “Feofanov V.A. The Child Psychologist.” Around me, on a chair, a woman sits with a baby jacket in her hands. The door to the office is slightly opened. I looked: at the table the child psychologist Feofanov, opposite a boy of five years. The boy is sensible - answers questions thoughtfully, without rushing. I think I got almost at the beginning of the conversation:

Who did you want to be in your childhood morning?

I wanted to be an ally.

Will we invite? The rich? A Russian hero? It is great!

and no. not great. I was given another role.

So who were you?

The Zucca!

So... what kind of bitch?

and good. A good bitch.

Pause... That’s great! So what about Alyssa Popovich, after all? Well, the richter and the richter... And the frog is... it’s a frog! The child psychologist Feofanov thinks. The child psychologist Theofanov mentally goes on a search for more convincing than “uhuhh”, the advantages of insects over customary heroes. Looking for twenty seconds and not finding it, he continues:

And what did you have to do?

I had to run around Aloshi Popovich and chew.

Did you run? A whisper?

and no. One run and then no.

Why is? What did you do?

He was calling.

My mom and I are starting to roast. We try to whisper quietly, so as not to hurt the child’s mental structure, well, and, of course, so that the child psychologist Theofanov does not hear us and does not cover the door.

So you beat him?

He beat. I hit him in the helmet. Where is the face. He tried to pull out my hand, but it wasn’t my hand. And while he didn’t twist my hand, I beat him!

Mitina's mother, through tears, whispered: "He was given a beetle suit with additional porlon-like legs! I will die from Seychelles!”

And the horse!

What a horse?

The horse also beat.

What kind of horse, Mitchell?

Alyssa calls the horse.

A horse for what?

He is his friend!

Who is?? to

and arsenic! The horse of Aloshi Popovich - Arsen!

Mitina's mother crashes from her chair at the end of the hallway, clinging to her mouth the sleeve of Mitina's jacket, so as not to get stuck in her voice. I try to hide my head in the bag for the same purpose.

and yes. Wait... Arsenic? The horse of Aloshi Popovich was named Arsen?? to

The horse of Aloshi Popovic is called a horse! - Boy Mitya obviously begins to get annoyed - but in the horse was the friend of Alosha Popovich - Arsene! The dumb horse was Arsene, you know! And I beat him! It was where the horse was!

You can’t say that, Mitch. Wait a moment and calm down. I drink water.

The child psychologist Theofanov leaves the office, presses his back to the wall and enters in silent convulsions. “Sorry, please, Galochka!” he whispered to Mitina’s mother, trying to wipe away the tears without taking off the glasses. “Nothing, nothing,” Mitina’s mother whispers, stretching him the last single-use towel.

The door of the neighborhood office opens:

Hello to you! Have you waited? Did you cry?

I was crying! I honestly answer.

Russia is a country of untouched thieves and eternal happiness.

I told a pupil (12 years old) about the premature death of my pet, Ahatina's puppet.

He picked out two candy bags:

Let’s remind ourselves of the fist? What was her name? Tell me about her.

I was sitting, chewing candy, and I was telling the story of Paco and Vassi’s snails.

- You know, I have never missed the slides before, and their life turned out to be more interesting than mine.

Life is an impractical piece of one-time use.

How the sailor Shurik from the vessel was discharged

The captain decided to write off the sailor Shurik for drunkenness in the nearest port of departure.
Only now? → In two months of flight. The crew was surprised.
I can’t drink so much! I can not! He said, health is no longer that.
We will be bored! The crew objected.
- But bring money from the flight home, and don't drink everything in the port cocktails! The captain pared, not very believing his words.
- We will drink them, - the crew did not agree, - only now we will be sad.
What? what? Rebellion on the ship entrusted to me? Who am I to you? Where are you for me? The captain showed his harsh character, reminding him that he was on the ship "first after God."

The nearest port was Cartagena, where we arrived in three days. Matros Shurik gathered his things and put a farewell banquet in the cabin company, attending the entire crew and the local agent representing the interests of our steam ship in the port.
The drunkenness continued until the morning, some sailors, after defending their guards, sat at the table, others left, entering duty. There were only four regular participants in the banquet: the captain, the ship's doctor, the local agent and the sailor Shurik himself.
And in the early morning of the next day on the pier, a taxi stopped at the trap to pick up Shurik from the steamboat and take him to the airport. But from the trap of the ship, instead of the discharged sailor, the doctor came down, who gathered in the nearest store for alcohol and cigarettes. Having seen a taxi, he rejoiced that he had another new super-capability here in Colombia, "to call a taxi with the force of thought," and Doc, without the slightest doubt, got into the car and left to replenish his stores of alcohol and tobacco.
Only by noon, when the director of the agent company appeared on the steamboat in search of the missing employee, the captain recalled in honor of what yesterday’s drunkeness began and who was the latinos who snorted at the doctor in the medical isolation.
So, on the first day of parking in the port, the sailor Shurik was unable to write off on the shore.

The next day, the captain categorically prohibited the crew from accompanying Shurik and personally controlled how he, accompanied by a shy agent, sat in a taxi. Three hours later the taxi returned – Shurik and the agent were dead drunk and, hugged, slept on the back seat of the car. The interrogation of the driver, conducted by the radiist, showed that the sailor Shurik offered a drink as soon as the car left the port gate. When the taxi arrived at the airport, the driver was asked to wait until Shurik ran to the bar for tequila and then told to take them back to the port, to the boat.
So, on the second day of parking to write off the sailors Shurik was also unable to.

The captain did not give up. He expelled Shurik from the steamboat to a roadside hotel located near the airport, and forbade him, under any pretext, to show up in the port. To the director of the agency, the captain promised that if Shurik did not leave the nearest flight, he would write such a letter "where it should be" that his firm would collapse "only by paying lawyers."
Two days later, we finished loading, closed the covers of the trums and prepared to leave the port, as suddenly a police car approached our trap.
Their own? The captain was asked by the local police officers, pulling out the drunken body of the sailor Shurik on the pier.
“My,” answered the captain with a heavy breath, and, turning to the watchman at the trap, ordered, “load him onto the steam boat.
Hurra, Shurik is back! The crew was pleased.
“I’ll write it in the next port anyway,” the captain promised the crew.
The crew agreed. - To drop the sailors Shurik from the steamboat is fun!

People who know how to make millions on Forex but instead teach it for $300 are my real heroes.

Xxx: There was one such case - too, a young man from the south had a room. A fairly well-known story - it was once frequently shown on television. In general, a young man, a southern man, honored to the extreme, came to the capital, decided to go to work, and he had a relative who was a senior officer in the well-known service of the first persons of the state. He made it for protection. And this guy, it turns out, when he has just arrived, has already managed to mess up on the road with a very important person alone. Then he got stuck with others, and they were from the same service as his uncle. In general, he made friends with them, there were the same untouched guys, and together they began to soak the law enforcers. In general, he removed a room in the center of a small capital businessman with his wife, who had a gallery store. As a result, he did not pay the quarter fee, with his friends, he scattered the whole house, deceived the wife of the owner of the apartment, the merchant himself was charged with the case and jailed, imagine, for betraying the Motherland, and the wife was eventually poisoned. And, I remembered, this guy from the south was named Darth Vader.

I remember we only got married, the dishes were not much yet, I took from a neighbor's cage. I do not remember in what form I took it, but when I washed it after floating, it all seemed to me that I still needed to, that I was a ballad and so did something else. The neighbor said, “It’s not mine.” And her husband said, "This is ours, and you said, it is not washed." I still can’t forget, I’m not specifically))))) I haven’t taken anything foreign since then.

The life of pathologists is becoming brighter every year: the variety of tattoos on the corpses somehow paints the working days.

From the Internet Space:
...It was 20 years ago, as if not during Yeltsin, went with his wife and a maid into the forest for mushrooms. For every case, it is a Volgograd taih, a village 100 km from the city. I drove away from them, I go, I miss it - I didn't like to look for mushrooms then, I loved it. Birds sing, mosquitoes swallow, knots fall. Suddenly a strange sound. and incomprehensible. Go to him. Everything is incomprehensible and incomprehensible. I move the branches - and there, under the neighborhood, a man sits on the couch and looks at the TV. To say that I am squeezed is to say nothing. And he puts his hand in the mouth, call. It submerged. It turned out that he also went with his wife and aunt for mushrooms. Spartacus is playing with someone. He could not get rid of it, but took a small marching telephone with him, an antenna-wire, like a saboteur, he threw it on a tree, sits, looks, swirls with the water. and Kaifouet. Overall, in two hours I came out of the forest without mushrooms and drunk. Here is the father-in-law "to say that he has broken up - to say nothing."

If a monkey had collected and hidden more bananas than she could eat while her herd was starving, scientists would have studied her brain for pathology.
When there are individuals who look like people who do so, they get on the cover of Forbes magazine.

The billionaire refused to retire and urged Russian citizens to do the same.

Let me tell you about the bubbles. They are twin brothers and not Belarusians at all. I’ve talked about them before, but not this story. In general, the brothers differed from all the others not only in their resemblance, but also in their healthy red noses, similar to potato buds. Why did they go after it and get it at school? That did not prevent them from entering the VVD. Serving in the same company and even a squadron, they say that twins and twins cannot be separated. In addition to all this, the brothers had not only excellent health, but also a very sharp mind with the same rather sharp tongue.
- Tomorrow you have the first jump, you will not become aircrafts yet, but parachutists surely! They called a squadron. The brothers were one of the first. Releasing from another company, in the airplane on the machine read them instructions, switched the engine and the airplane smelled into the sky. The lamp burned, the emitter opened the door, looked down and whispered:
The first went!
The first was one of the brothers, but the publisher did not know about it. For him, it was just a warrior, whom he has already released hundreds. The truth came to the eyes of a healthy red swallow and the fact that the warrior, as always, at the first jump crashed in the door. Well, what a glass. From the scream:
The parachute will open, right? - the scream had already become hysterical, but the publisher knew his business tightly. Just pulling out the good pinch of the warrior outside, looked and shouted:
The second went! - Then I shouted to the third and fourth, - condemning - with refinement, salaboon! Or something like that. His cry stopped only at the fifth. No, he had time to shout — fifth post... — and kept silent. Because he was looking at the same one with the red snob that he released a few minutes ago. The producer concentrated and wanted to negotiate the word, but the second bulbash brother did not let him do this:
The parachute did not open. Let us try again! Don’t bother, I am myself. He walked into the open door.
The rest of the department jumped already without the issuing team.

In the city administration, the old furniture was thrown out, and the bombs entered the struggle for the mayor's chair.

A few months ago I wanted to terminate my contract with the RTC. Formulated an application in the personal office, I was written that the termination requires confirmation by phone, and during working hours. I submitted the application on Saturday. Two days later, on Monday, the phone ringed while I pulled my hand to him, the call dropped. And almost immediately came the message - "We could not call you before, if you still want to terminate the contract, then again make the application in the personal office and attach a passport scan."



I go back to the personal office, I begin to figure out where to apply. And now, attention, the cherry on the cake: in the form of feedback really there is a "download file" button. But! If you choose the type of appeal "cancellation of the contract", then this button from the page dumbly disappears. Nothing can be loaded. Moreover, this is not some kind of random glucose, if you change the type of treatment to another, the button appears again. Thus e. These creatures deliberately did so that it was impossible to terminate the agreement remotely. Just personally pull their feet to them in the office. Oh yeah! Ah the fuck!! to

History silences a lot. It is clear – there is something to be ashamed of.