XXX: My daughter was long canoeing for us to buy her a dog. I was against it, as she even does her home duties only after you remind her three times. But the wife decided that it was a good idea, the daughter will learn to be responsible. I bought. Her daughter drove with her for two weeks and struck her. The wife does not fit the dog, because "it is a daughter's animal, if she doesn't take care of it, I't." As a result, all the care is on me, although I don’t like animals very much and the dog I don’t need this nail. I looked – the puppy is good, smart, obedient, generous. He asked for his friends and gave him. The daughter and wife began to scream that he had no right, the animal was not bought to me. This is how to explain to these fools that the dog is a living being and since they cannot be held responsible for it, there is no need to torture the animal. Both of them are now on sale, and the winners are now on sale.

I studied at Peter in the 2000s at BGTU. I lived in a shelter in Kupčino and then I did not have my computer and free internet access. And then there were popular internet cafes or computer clubs. People were mostly in Quake and CS, and I was just surfing the net and writing letters to my friends. I sit and hear the guys of the hip-hop speaking with each other and one says to the other: go before that Chinese dig (and I am a Korean, I came from Kazakhstan). And he replies to him, “Yes, you chase, suddenly he knows kung fu!” This is how stereotypes about Asians saved me from possible trouble.)

Bad when the only option of regulation is a revolution.

At work in the office of four working all four single men. A woman came today from the shop, looked around us and said: "To marry you all urgently need, or sit - life rejoice!“”

Shortly about me:
I have sinned, but I am inclined to repent.

Xxx: I walked around my old neighborhood. I decided to smoke, to posthumously, near the childhood store. At this time the girl approached, and at the entrance staircase to the store left a wheelchair. I am still in my thoughts, I remember running here for Scooby-Doo stickers and here I get that the wheelchair with a child stands, and already a third cigarette. Like you, I think of the sin to keep the wheelchair away, so that nothing happens to the baby, and then make the mother a tough excuse, like yours. However, just as I approached the wheelchair, the mother of the child came out of the store. She stared confusedly from the top of the stairs as I stopped near her wheelchair and didn’t get up into the store. And then I had no idea what improvisation was, but instead of the planned moral teaching, I gave out with a loud voice:

“Nothing, nothing, next time you can stop me, and I will eat your baby’s flesh.



I turned and went looking around, because I understood that I could hardly eat, but no, she was standing like a buried on the top of the staircase, then rushed to the child, and then I turned over the corner and ran, because I understood that I was quite overcrowded.



If you’re reading this, and knowing yourself, I hope you’re not offended, and now you understand that I’ve sincerely tried to help, fucking know what it was at the last moment, forgive me)

Xxx: before 30 is generally difficult to break into the bosses, and after 5-10 years you already burn out.

Around a dude. One on a pick-up in working hours sits, the other eggs rolls to Nastya, Nastya thinks who to give and if a good manicure, another crendel tries to work, but more harmful. And the only suitable person to the tales about the increase of the ZP is not conducted and wants to drop.



Yyy: and everyone secretly hopes that this only suitable person is 😁

The further and unreachable the brighter future, the closer and clearer the brighter past.

Once as a child, my girlfriend and I went to the forest on horses. It took us far beyond the usual route and we managed to get lost. When the road completely disappeared, turning into a barely noticeable path, we tried to go back in our footsteps, but it only got worse. “Now, probably, it’s lunch,” I had time to go hungry during the confusion. And, apparently, not only I. Hearing the promised word, the horses synchronously turned in one direction and passed through the forest and took us, the fools, to the barracks.

Interview with a candidate for the position of security guard:
Who do you see yourself in our company in five years? Eight letters in vertical.

XXX: The other father set the condition. You finish with a medal + you go to the universe yourself (normal, not a pallashkin office) - gives your praetor, finishes the universe with a red diploma - buys a new praetor. Now a friend and the place of work is great, thanks to the knowledge and praid there is)



Yyy: There’s one little but – I need a father with a grandfather

I worked in a bank, a girl comes, I don’t remember what nationality, but not Russian.

I start the passport scan, the girl in the photo is clearly older and larger, but the same nationality and similar facial features. The client notices my doubts, says that she lost weight after giving birth, and the photo was taken, in the last month of pregnancy, when she was very swollen.

Well, I think no, I will not assume such a responsibility, I call for it to be checked (standard procedure). In the bank, as always, there is no parking lot, no client, no manager. The client is nervous, I too, she is already on elevated tones continues to convince me that in the photo she is, I take her time, she has a child at home and there will be a complaint.

After 20 minutes, the castle still comes, checks the passport and confirms my words, the photo is not a client. And immediately, right away! The client with a modest smile apologizes, says that this is her sister's passport, and she sits with the child, can't come, asks to wait, do not throw down the voucher, she is now running after her.

She ran away, came in 3 minutes together, didn’t even apologize, she threatened them with a finger and said it couldn’t. It still scares me how close I was to the mistake.

Previously, writers were born, now they are growing.

Early morning. It has not yet dawned. My cat and I are in the kitchen. I drink coffee and smoke. The cat, having embraced me with all four of his legs, hangs on me and cuddles, blinking his eyes, splashing and dropping saliva, and occasionally sucking his nose into my cup to smell my coffee. These hugs last for half an hour. And I wake up so early precisely because of kissing the cat. Because then all day this red seven-kilogram brutal pretends we’re not acquainted. Half an hour of happiness.

The deputy found a magic lamp, swept it, and from there the gin:

I am Jean, I can fulfill three of your wishes.

Deputy :

First, I want no vessels to exist at all!

by Jean :

Ready, you have no wishes left.

Deputy :

What fucking thing? You said I have three wishes.

by Jean :

Put me in court!

My sister and I often visited my mother, usually separately - my sister lived nearby, and I looked after work. My mom had two identical cups, both of which we preferred to drink tea. One day my pregnant sister saw that I drank from the same cup and burst into a long monologue, the whole essence of which was that I could infect her with something. Then she marked her bowl with a piece of blue insulator on her chest and in a strict voice ordered for nothing, under no circumstances, to use the fluid from her bricked dishes. Later, my mother told me that her sister sometimes glued the insulator because she was lazy to wash her cup.

Sorry, stupid, but where did this big explosion come from?



YYY: Imagine you go into the elevator, and there smells of urine and a yellow spot on the floor – you and your neighbors will surely agree that someone was drowning in the elevator. But who did it, why, what he thought, you will hardly know.



The same fig with a big blast - a yellow spot and smell is there, and where it came from - no one knows.



And most importantly - it may be that the yellow spot from the oil, and the smell of nasopharynx (or any other quite possible option).



zzz: For the first time, I see a big explosion compared to a dirt in an elevator))

In 2004, I was a student. I had a computer at the time, but sometimes it didn’t turn on itself or hanged to death in the process of work. But worked.



She picked up a course on the computer, printed it and went to the institute to take over. I liked it all, but I needed to change something in the introduction, I don't remember what exactly. I go home. I pressed the button and... nothing. They eat something biosophical. At that time, they were sending signals of a malfunction like. I pressed the turn on button again. Already in a slight panic, because the predecessor will not wait long until I fix everything and come to the institute. And in other days it will be difficult to catch it - in the institute several bodies in different parts of the city. So here. Press the food button, it doesn’t turn on. And so several times. In despair I understand that everything... the computer broke, I will not fix anything, you need to look for someone who has a computer, ask him to pick up the page I want. Panic... I slide from the chair to the system block, tears drop from my eyes. I lay the system on the cold side and say in a loud voice, “My dear, good, turn on. I have 5 minutes.” And a miracle happened. When the next button is pressed, it is turned on. I printed the text, I printed it. Then in my head came the thought of doing something else. But the computer honestly at the last breath fulfilled the arrangement and breathed.



P.S I took the course that day. The computer was repaired. As I said, the food block died.

After the dembel, I came back into my beloved’s arms. She lived in a neighboring town with mine. Her parents knew that their daughter had a caregiver, but they looked after their pigeon not very carefully. They often drove to the country, leaving the daughter alone, and I used this gap in parental control armor very effectively, putting her integrity at risk. She was not against. Our relations were almost platonic in nature, but with the prospect of raising the demographic level of the country. Everything was serious. But I didn’t rush to meet my parents, I knew it wasn’t time yet.

The devil accelerated the process.

Returning from the other end of the city, my king and I fell under a heavy rain and washed out. When I came home to her, I dropped my wet clothes and went to the bathroom, and at that moment the bell was heard.

The mother's heart, to see, felt awkward, and the parents returned two days earlier than planned. My lady panicked, and stuck me as it is, in some only cowards, in the closet, and hiding things. It was very uncomfortable in the closet. Something whispered, whispered, ticked his nose. I do not advise anyone to hide in the closet. Better under the bed.

In general, I, as a real soldier, courageously endured the turmoil and the burdens of humble affairs. Twenty minutes passed. The parents began to question the daughter. My mother was looking for something to find. He enters the room.

“Anya, why do you have such a mess in your bed and the same mess in your closet?

He opens the door. He sees me in shorts.

I say :

Hi to you.

My mother says:

The cape...

He closes the closet.

At first, the people wanted to spend more time at home and to get time for the series - the coronavirus happened.



Then the people wanted the coronavirus with its limitations to be finally forgotten - the WHO happened.



I would not advise you to “wish it all ended sooner.”