I had a friend like that at school. We lived three minutes walk from each other, usually met in the middle of the pharmacy. I walk a little more than a minute, he walk a little more than a minute. Only that fool was always late. and constantly. And not for 5-10 minutes, and sometimes for 30-40-50 minutes. I had a couple of times so achewed, sometimes quarreled, sometimes left, then simply took the habit of coming half an hour later and didn't guess.



One day I went to Crimea with my family. I told him several times that I was leaving. I have forgotten that, axiomatically. We are in Crimea already, here he calls me and calls me to walk. I take to agree. Half an hour later, I call him, and I say to him that he is tired of being late. After another 10 minutes he calls and says that in the place, say, where I am. I say to wait now, I have gone home, now I will come back. During some other 30 minutes he called me and asked where I was, I was constantly saying that I was going and let him wait a minute, I am waiting for him all the time. After another 10-15 minutes he came to my house, where my grandmother told him that I had left the Crimea yesterday. Surprisingly, after that he stopped being late!

Someone is going to the passageway, because the working day is over. She approaches the cabin, where the evil aunt stands and so mysteriously in her ear says:

- Tatiana Ivanovna, I need someone to take out tomorrow... So that there are no problems, what will be more suitable for you – chocolate or a box of candy?

To what this aunt and her speech responds, blotting her eyes:

Maybe a box of candy.

The man went out and went home to himself. The next day, a man rushing to the cabin after the end of the working day sees the smiling aunt he had agreed with yesterday. The closer he approached the cabin, the more and more the smile of his aunt became (larger, wider). And suddenly a wicked whisper comes out of the mouth of this aunt:

And put your hands behind your head in the pool!

The guard came and let the man feel. Shakes, touches, almost split and realize that the man has nothing. And then the man approaches this aunt and gently says to her:

Tatiana Ivanovna, you are a fool. I took it all yesterday...

One of my acquaintances complexed because of her small chest. She thought that if her breasts were bigger, the boys would turn to her (to a acquaintance!) attention, she would be more confident in herself, more sociable, and she would have a better personal life. A new complex appeared: now she was not at ease by the thought that the guys in her are attracted not by her personality, but by her breasts. I was thinking about getting it all back...

Unfortunately, the letters cannot convey how much I feel.and c)

Yeehoo is:
And I was a rapper and also picked up puzzles from skins and metalwork, but the puzzles were warm lamps, chopsticks and norms, no one jumped on the head... and now...

Olka: I came home yesterday: the toys are folded in containers, the containers are placed evenly, and they are wiped out of dust, there is no dust on the book shelves, and there are no dirty socks in 39 or 43 sizes.
Cleaning on the working tables.
And such exemplary smiling children.
Olka: And even this did not lead me to the legitimate question: why would it be?
Olka: In short, Mom’s favourite snack
Olka: and the bike trainer broke the control... by a fist

Remember the classic. Chatzky (the smartest character in his history, by the way)

By the way, Gryboedov said that in his play there are exactly 23 fools, that is, ALL.
And Chatsky is only a step above the others.

If I shave - the passport is asked in the shops.

If I do not breathe, the passport is asked by the police.

If for you, as a minor, dates are cafes and condoms, then I’m afraid to upset you, adults don’t need either. They met, understood each other and met. And it doesn’t matter the level of income and nothing matters at all. Except for mutual attraction.

These are the teenagers you have described. Adults are aware of sexual diseases, and experience has already taught them to take their own health seriously. And in the cafes and restaurants and other places go, not for the sake of potts, but just delicious to eat and drink before other pleasures, the more income allows. And they most often do not stress each other, because they have experienced a lot for a long time, and they can all be sufficiently careful and look at each other for years.

My wife has been driving for more than 7 years, but only today I revealed to her the secret that a white plaque with the name of the settlement means a speed limit of 60 km/h. To my question "How did you surrender the rights?" she replied relentlessly "I remembered the pictures and the answers". It is terrible to drive on the roads, gentlemen.

tdd

Only for me it is not "convince me", but "Hi with you, since it is so important to you - I will make a company for you".

Everything you declare a female jump is equally present in you. But you give it another name, another argument. That is to say, you wept out of a sense of solidarity, and the grandmother gave because she couldn’t break. And I also know a lot of guys who WANT TO DRINK, but out of some incentive (OZH, promised) want it not to be their decision with a firm “yes” but a forced decision in favor of other interests. Do you think you are responsible and beautiful? Fuck you, you’re just wretched.

There is a table in the bar. There is another table at the table. The first one asks: "Can I JOIN you?". And the second answer is "JOIN RIGHT".

Still right in childhood decided that the relationship-hunky and in the present 30 not even kissed once.

If you had decided as a child to become an astronaut and now write from the orbit, you could be proud of this.

"Narcotics advise citizens to wear bright clothes and have more fun"

And also laughing more and eating after marijuana.

As long as you wait for your hour, the years go by.

For the second week in Canada (and the United States) the name of Omar Khadr does not appear in the newspapers. I repeat, because the story is very indicative.

Omar is an Afghan, born in Canada. His father-in-law, like hundreds of thousands of other “refugees,” was accepted in the country of a clerical government with open arms. As it turned out, he lived on benefits, and was mainly engaged in organizing the fight against the unbelievers. Those who lived and paid for it. And then, having obtained citizenship, the family washed back, to the rich and free Afghanistan. Here is retreat. Such pseudo citizens, which, according to different estimates, thousands of 400. They live mainly in the Middle East and India. They have been there for decades, cheering fun with taxes and treatments, but when they are taken care of, they instantly get their legacy passports and flee, confused in chairs, to the embassies to rescue. They are being saved, fucking!

So, when Omarchik hit 15 (and it was 2002), the Americans entered Afghanistan (well they didn’t go in?). The Hadrov family stood up to fight the invaders (I will not say anything here). Omar participated in the battle, and a grenade killed one and blinded another American. He himself was caught. “The Communists caught a boy, dragged him into the KGB; confess, who gave you the book, the guide to the underground struggle?”
The pioneer-hero immediately began to squeeze rights about Canadian citizenship. The Americans were not confused, and the boy was imprisoned in Guantanamo. It was in Canada. The same, instead of depriving the idiot of citizenship for terrorism, just pretended that everything was okay.
Omar has been there for 10 years. The newspapers write that these were years of torture, hunger and humiliation. I do not know. But in the pictures he looks like a fitness instructor.
Missing the details, I will say that he was then transferred to Canada, where... and released a year later.

The Canadian government has officially apologized. And will pay the unfortunate orphan ten and a half million dollars. Actually everything.
and yes. The widow of the sergeant killed by Omar, as well as the soldier blinded by him, try to initiate counter-claims. Canadian veterans are deaf. But who, fucking, cares about these shortcomings. The important thing is that justice triumphs, right?

Has it been raining for a long time?
I don’t know, I’m only six years old.

Give a cat a fish and he will be full for a while.
Teach the cat to catch fish, and this dull red face will come to you every day and knit, because now he knows for sure that you have fish!

This is not age, but a state of mind.
Aunt, this is a cashier.

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We spy on you and violate your rights at your own expense. This is Russia, my child.