I recently met with a childhood friend. We were both born in a small town. Now we live in different countries, each in its own megacity. We talked about safety on the streets. He says:



You know, and I miss our town. I felt much safer there.

Is it serious?

Well yes. You go through the desert and you know: if you are thought to be attacked by a maniac, there is always hope that it will be your classmate.

An optimist is good, even when everyone is bad.

Actually it is not funny. But I cannot tell.

A gorgeous girl in a clad cloth runs between two rows of decent cars. The dough is bright. The girl is on her heels for some reason, and this is our place, where, as Cat Matroskin also testamented, valence is our national food, tyfu - shoes.

In general, the girl is very graceful about what we are now on the road cover. Have you seen Indian films where the meatful chickens, sorris, Indians carry suitcases, children, bottles on their heads? Imagine – such an unstoppable wave from above_down_to the side and so on. The girl is the same. And, of course, on a slightly shifted hand bag, a phone in the hand, in the eyes a boring concern.

She elegantly, trying not to touch passes between cars, periodically looking up. In the heavens. Whether he is praying or he is looking at something. As in the song, “I’ve been waiting for a cowboy all day.”

Well, Cannes, she’s predictably sliding. In one hand a phone and a bag, as I’ve already noticed. The other is free. She, predictably, seeks support with the other hand, and finds – like a mirror at the “Range Rover” by which she passed. You know, these Indian cars are no longer those. Previously, it was possible to pull the “Kirovets”, but now. The mirror is broken. The support of course the girl did not get, but received a different vector direction. In addition, she instinctively rattled.

A bag in one hand. The mirror in the other. There is movement. There is no resistance. The girl beats her head at the wing of the car. receives a third direction. He falls and flies under the car. Only the head and hands.

I had nothing to do but run to her.

Stay calm, I’ll get you out now!! to

I am waiting for a strong selection of the Leningrad word. A very calm woman’s voice:

“When you pull me, please don’t look at me, I’ve hit my shirt.

Advice to Men: Your second half will listen to your story more closely if you add any female name to it
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I work with my child in English. Add missed words. We discuss :

See here. His mother is a French teacher. And she dreams of becoming “something there” history. What story does she want to become?



The Robbery Voice:

A part?

The bestseller of the year: "How to rewrite the Constitution without attracting the attention of the sanitary."

I understood who reminds me of the modern church – LGBT.

I calmly treat people of different religions, nationalities, views, orientations, etc. - let them live as they like. It is their choice. They don’t touch me and I’m happy with it.

But it starts to strain me when they carry their propaganda out of every sting. They walk cross-cross parades.

I generally doubt that God would like people speaking on his behalf to light a nuclear ballistic missile that can take off and destroy the cloud of people that this God allegedly created in his image and likeness.

But it’s most annoying when they start to get into my child’s head and aggressively impose their values.

Why are you going without a mask? Are you afraid of getting coronavirus?
- I am 75 years old, I have hypertension, prostatitis, psoriasis, kidney stones, tachycardia and cats allergy. There is such a competition among those trying to get me wounded that if the coronavirus still gets into the body, it will just be in line.

Since childhood, she has cut off men from her family: father, grandfather, sister’s husband, boyfriends, husband and even mother (who has a short haircut).

I am not a hairdresser. It all started with the fact that my mom came from the hairdresser and on the back of her head, instead of a smooth transition, there was a leash. Mother handed the chest, the scissors we stood at the stall and under her sensitive guidance I aligned. My dad saw it and so I became a family barber.

And if I liked this process before, now I try to get rid of it. I bought a machine and shaved my husband when he baked. Sometimes, without warning, the swocker comes and no matter if I am busy - you need to cut.

And one day my husband (I am at work) calls me and says that my dad came and my husband had to cut him for the first time.

“Well, like a haircut,” I asked.

“That’s not to ask anymore,” the husband replied.

Pride is when you want to humiliate, pride is when you don’t want to humiliate.

The touching footage was captured by amateur photographer Anil Prabhakar from Indonesia when he was on a safari with friends.
In a forest reserve on Borneo, the orangutan noticed a man standing on his chest in the water in some pit, and literally stretched out a helping hand to him.
Orangutang stretched out a hand of help, and Homo sapiens photographed and lamented.

Sometimes you sit in a hunting bush, in a taiga, to the nearest home 100 km. You decide on the satellite phone to check the mail, and there comes out the advertisement of the type “Real Dating. Larisa, 30 years old, is 400 meters from you.” And you scratch, for some reason you look out the window and check the doors on the door...

We had a botanist at school, Sasha. He loved studying and was constantly on the computer. But not games, but interested in his 3D graphics, photoshop and programming.

The classmates reminded him that he was shouting and began:

- Let me write off the house, and we will walk in the courtyard, go to the gym, hang on the turnips. Do not give. We beat.

He was weak, so his notebook went all over the class. He was most affected by the athlete Vanya, who went to judo. Once there was a physics Olympiad at school, and I was there, Sasha and Vanya. And then Vanya turns to him when the teacher came out and says, "I did nothing here, let's exchange. Or do it to me.” Sasha objected, said, this is an Olympics, here everyone shows their knowledge. So this goat stood up and started beating Sasha, hitting him with his fist in his shoulder. The teacher soon came in.

After the Olympics, Sasha did not go to school. This villain after the end of the Olympics caught him on the street and struck him with his leg on his face. These are the mental Olympics.

Eventually, this Vanya got him so much that he moved to another school...

It’s been many years since I met Vanu, and he says that Sasha has settled into some IT company and became the head of the department. Vanya learned about it, learned what kind of work there, and wanted to cut out there with a sysadmin: "And what, shake up, you play dance all day, only if the network worked, and I am working here at the building, my back is already hurt." And Sasha calls, and says, set me up for work, as no, we are classmates. Naturally, he was sent, and I was offended by saying this:

- Well, we were children, I will not beat him anymore, and he, ugly, does not help, I asked him for good.

He concluded his speech like this:

- I did not beat him a little while, once such a bastard grew up...

Today in one of the shopping and entertainment centers was a witness to the following picture - the girl-cassor of one of the fast food restaurants shouted the order number "B6" on the whole football court, and from somewhere from the other end of her in response - "Injured!“”

The basic law of our country says: not caught - not a thief.

The closer the job, the more often you are late. I usually leave the subway, jump through the transition to the red, along with the crowd, the road is not popular, there are few cars. And in the office. This time something completely delayed, I am late with a little bit, the phone is red from the boss’s whisper. I jump out of the door of the subway, jump in the crowd to the road and here I notice among the crowd a man standing at the crossing and holding a boy aged 7-8, by the hand. Waiting for the green light. Around the brown movement of people, there - back, and they are standing, like those topoles, in the middle of chaos and waiting. Whether I was ashamed, or remembered that I also have a young daughter and in order to help my dad in the example, stood up with them next to them, with tears in my eyes watching as on the timetable of the light, slowly jumping figures 60, 59, 58 like rubber. I stand and cry. I hear a conversation between the Pope (P) and the child (R):
Father, why do people switch to red?
Q: Well, all of them may rush to urgent affairs, who to fire, who to the hospital
Q: Why don’t we go to school late?
P: My son, it is different. We are the fault of being late and getting up early. The transition and the rules are not to blame.
R: I don’t think they’re all in a hurry.
Q: How to explain. Remember we assembled the excavator from the designer "Young Technician"? When the large and beautiful excavator was almost assembled, we saw that we couldn’t get the coffin, because the trays were faulty and didn’t fit. Do you remember? I then took the missing parts to work and repaired.
R: Yes I remember it.
Q: So, when I cut them down, drilled new holes and sliced them off, they went perfectly and your excavator was done. As in life. Now we are standing and showing an example to someone. Sooner or later someone will stop, then another, third, and so on. Sooner or later, we will repair all the details and the transition to green light as your excavator will be set up.
At that moment the green burned and they went on. I was shy then, and now I want to say: Man, fucking, it works! I am the first repaired.

Well, if you don’t want to mention God in the Constitution, can you put at least the Amen at the end of each article?

I went to a Jewish company today. At the reception aunt very cute look, we held the following dialogue:

Are you going to coffee?

I - thank you I already drank today, I can't do much;

Could it be water?

I don’t need it, it’s cold outside and I don’t want to drink.

Do you want candy or cookies?

I (already laughing at myself) - too, forced to refuse, as with sweet in the bandage.

Hospati, what a wonderful guest!

Cosmetic companies are very...



Women's shower gels: strawberries and vanilla, chocolate cookies, tropical fruits, cream-champagne.



Gems for the soul:

Sir, we still have the smell of the toilet househouse!

Lay it in the gel for the soul! Let’s call it the sea breeze.

The Soviet Army. The daywalker addresses the senior: “Comrade, the cloth has disappeared, where else to take?” The angry flag cried out, “Mommy’s house take. The Baklan.” It turned out that the "Baklan" lived 70 km from the place of service and was the flight frozen. He jumped through the fence and got into the bus. He spent the whole night with his friends in his hometown and returned home in the morning. The harsh mother (the son knew) did not believe that he was released in the hatchback and without documents. He took the hood and brought it to the military. It was the right decision: the day did not pass and therefore under the article "leaving part" it did not fall. A voluntary dismissal. Called, sent the car, brought in part. They gathered to strictly punish, but it turned out that the order to leave the part was given to him by the comrade of the praporchnik and witnesses of the squad. The order must be executed unconditionally, accurately and on time. The command quickly drowned this story and the fighter was not touched. The word is not wrath.