You are me, I am you.



Propagandists are the patriots of their wallets.



© Dmitry Sviridov

In the 1990s, my mother and I lived poorly. My mother worked in the hospital, and at one of her duties came a beaten guy. When he was discharged, he asked everyone in debt to get home somehow. Mom alone pityed the whole team and gave him the money, not counting on him to return them. Three months later, we received a package of food, candy and three times as much money as we had borrowed. We lived for this for another month.

Bad without a king in the head, but worse with a king without a head.

Xxx: In one of my previous jobs, the bosses decided to check the workcomps for employee internet abuse.

In the shopping hall there were several computers used by the sellers, here is one of them we approach.

Open the browser history. One of the questions in Yandex - Is it true that bears stick their ass with clay before sleeping?

Next Request - Watch the video as a bear sticks his ass with clay.

The entire delegation.

Xxx: Events about 10 years ago.

I just finished the universe, found a job, did not get any income, but enough to eat housing, bread with oil and walk with friends a couple of times a month. I even postponed something.

I met a girl. High School, 3 course. It can’t work – the load is large. I remember how I suffered after working all 5 courses - there was no student life. Learn to learn, I thought.

Everything went well. We decided to go - well what to pull. I come from work - she plays a lineup or leaves social networks. I said I was tired, 4 couples today. Okay well. I prepare dinner. We eat, after eating, silently stands up from behind the table, goes to the room, she has a raid, she needs to cheer. What is. Wash the dishes yourself.

We can’t go anywhere on the weekend. She has both weekend sieges. Especially in the evenings. But in the morning or in the afternoon we will not go anywhere, because before the siege, as it turned out, it is necessary to "form". your mother. I think I have a girlfriend, but I don’t.

tk. This is basically the first serious relationship, I thought - no, and maybe it's normal. It does not drink. The brain does not endure. But I’m thinking about the future, and she’s thinking about a new armor.

I noticed that the tables on the table had ceased to be seen. At least to prepare for something. I decided to talk. Great news, fucking, it has been counted off for the tails and fucking for a month! And she didn’t say because “I knew you would start pressing again.”

But with that. Cooking, cleaning – we don’t want to. Even after myself. Dirty circles in rows on the table.

One day we fought against this infantility. She cried all night in the corner, crumbled and cried, believed that nobody loves her, nobody appreciates her, nobody understands her, nobody in the whole world needs her, and in general she is a creature, nothing deserves in this life and it would be better for her to die.

I regret it. I did not escalate. He said we will talk about it tomorrow when she calms down.

Tomorrow I was waiting for a brilliant apartment, breakfast and an offer to walk. Oh God, what a miracle, how wonderful, thought one naïve fool. We walked almost the whole day, drank wine in the evening, watched a beautiful movie, did a little, and in the morning... I woke up from the usual to painful sounds of breathing computer dirt. I thought, okay, yesterday was a good day, let him play. Tomorrow it all repeated. And the afternoon. And within a week. “Well, we just spent the whole day together,” she told me two and a half weeks later.

“Let’s go to a psychologist? The two? If you want, you can be alone. I’ll help and support you, just take one step and I’ll be there all the way.” "I'm not psychic, I don't need it, it's you have problems with the perception of my hobby."

The school does not recover. He is not looking for work. Although I promised. No hero wants to, just play in his fucking lineup. He does absolutely nothing at home. Just from under the stick once a month and then with such a look as if she was forced to eat the shit. Trying for good, zero emotions. On the bad - again tears and hysteria that she wants to die.

But even this could have survived.

I noticed that money was missing from the card. A few thousand and a half. But they disappeared. I began to find out where. Great news: she took my card, without asking, and in her fucking line bought some scattered sword. You see, she needed him very much, she didn’t play without him. There was a huge bombardment. He did not get hysterical, did not calm when the tears began, and continued to crack. And what do we see? Here is the true face of my angelic angel. Scream with insults, threats to kill me and suicide myself, selective mat, blasphemy against me and relatives, and how she really hates me, and that I long ago got her with my spells, did not cook and will not, and clean up too, because she is not a maid, and she does not want to work, because "to fuck the fucking fuck like you got me gone, the naked creature of the cattle".

In short, I left. I stayed with a friend, even though he did not sleep all night. I thought I was worried, or maybe it was my fault? Per I really demand a lot? After not sleeping for a minute, I decided to go home in the morning.

At home, and at home. At home, again, there is a hairy red-eyed miracle, only aggressive. The conversation did not come out. He gave 48 hours to leave, lived a couple of days in the country of a friend. and returned. has left. I picked up a lot of things, and I picked up a lot of things. In terms of equipment, dishes. The most offensive: my favorite shit. I locked her wherever I could. But maybe it could have been done without it.

I do not regret a second. What about her, I do not know. The only one I don’t want to know about.

One summer day. It is hot, I go on the Ivanovo-Vladimir route. The car is "country", the windows are open, not shaved, dressed as a "king in exile". There is a bus stop in front of me, with two girls holding my hands on it. and brake.

Where are you? In the open window, the virgin sits on the belt.

Do you want to rest with two?

- No... Now I have moved into the free space, girls! Thank you very much!

For the CHO?

How about CHO? For your faith in my solvency.

Whenever I feel afraid of anything (whether it be injections, speaking to colleagues, dental treatment), I think that in an hour or the next day at the same time I will be much better and life will continue calmly. I have been doing this for years and it always helps.

It is good to be frozen until you get a more frozen frozen.

My father recently discovered the joy of using the internet. For several months, I have been trying to instill his critical thinking skills. Looking at the trend of YouTube, he sometimes tells us that Russia has mine the tectonic plates of the United States, and may drown the mainland. A ghost and a clairvoyant. I have to look for the prushes and prove that he has seen some shrimp again. Fortunately, the father adequately perceives the facts and upset that no sensation has occurred, leaves to google the curiosities further.
And then one day he told me:
More than 70 years after the Titanic crash, a 10-month-old girl was found sailing from it.
“Figny something,” I replied without apologizing, continuing to study my old notebook.
You listen to! She said she was on the Titanic with her parents. Named their names. We checked, and indeed, such a young couple with a child was on Titanic.
A 10-month-old girl told me.
The father shrugged his eyebrows and condemned:
Actually, a shit of something.

If men do not stick to you, get rid of fat.

xxx said a friend.

In the 2000s, he came to fix the cash in a small vegetable store. When he did everything, the seller asked him:

How much do I owe you?

He decided to joke:

I don’t need money, I’ll take it.

Here, a man from the Caucasian outdoors comes out of the fence in the size of two to two:

What kind of nature you are. E is?

It becomes clear that it is either her husband or her lover.

I’m going to get some tomatoes of all kinds...

Well take it.

He picked up some shit for a penny and ran away, leaving everything on the bench in the park. But the whole.

The smarter children, the worse they reproduce.

My first assessment was a pair – for the fact that when all the choir shook “mama washed the frame”, I secretly read Meane Reed’s “The Rider Without a Head.”

Summary - from 100 000 rubles
and gamer. I will kill your son/husband in an online game and return to your family.

xxx: my first big love, I was then 20 years old, he was caught in betrayal with a lady just 30 with children from the first marriage. She knew about me and wanted to talk to me to get out of the triangle, since he "did not decide," but little of what he directed her, that I am bully and no talk with me is worth it, and as it turned out, all the time they met, he told her that he did not leave me only because I have heart problems and I will soon die😁 The real hero of our time 🤣🤣🤣

Shakherezada said: “Men love attentive, caring, loving and kind women. This is the real reason for polygamy.

The KPI. The Military Department.
Problems, as usual, need to be solved. My husband and I go to the teaching room. We see that our curator – Lieutenant Colonel explains something to the young lieutenant, we decide to wait a little, we listen. Lieutenant Lieutenant Colonel:
Are you really stupid? It is simple! See: 1/2 (one second) + 1/2 (one second) + 1/2 (one second) = 3/6 (three sixths). Reduce by... which is approximately 1/2 (one second). I understood?! to
We stood at the door of the teacher’s office.

In vain, I wished that we would not transfer money.

The first thing that should come to the mind of a terrorist is a bullet with a shifted center of gravity.

As a child, I was very often sick, and doctors were constantly prescribing antibiotics. I was crazy about the injections, and to reassure me, my dad convinced me that he could do the injections "without a needle." Before every injection, I started to say, “Just without a needle, daddy!” - and he always first showed me a syringe without a needle, I turned around, and he injected me, everyone was happy.
Only recently I realized what an exaggeration it was! But the injections Dad did not hurt at all, as if it was true without a needle...