I suddenly fell asleep for just half an hour (I didn't sleep at night - now it is constantly cutting) and I dream that I am in the army cleaning the snow with a wooden blade. And there is a lot of snow - we do not cope, and now the senior goes to work and from a distance begins to show us with gestures what we will get now for not having time - I wake up. Thank God, it was a dream!

I went back to work and went back to the computer. Five minutes without movement - I was cut off again. The master dreams, “Well what? Have you smoked? “We keep cleaning!”

A case from the life of a courier service in the SPB. There comes a guy on the vacancy of a courier. discussed everything. At the end, he clarifies:

I will not be a courier, but a car.

You are 18 years old and already have a car?

No, not right

and?

I have a personal driver.

and? ? to ? to

Dad said, “You’re already a healthy head, go to work.”

Someday I made the strawberries. I brought my husband to try. I asked if it was delicious? The answer.
and no. There is no meat.

at the airport, personal backpack inspection, I stand behind the inspected

This is what you have? (A blister of small tablets is enough)
Allergy pills, on them is written, suprastin. You can check the medical base.
With laughter and laughter:
Are the Russians allergic?
The guy:
Moreover, we are also crawling.

How Harley Quinn was in these new comics! The point of the story is that she was a giftless, foolish girl, only thanks to the scholarship of a gymnast who went to school and only thanks to sex with professors who stumbled not to flee - because of stupidity and unprofessionalism, she became a victim of manipulation, falling into co-dependent relationships. And then they will strike - and a genius psychiatrist, and the materials were stolen from her, and almost with superpowers... and the final nail in the cover of the grave in the filmmaker - Joker, it turns out, does not use an obsessive idiot, replacing her at every convenient occasion and rolling for psychological discharge, and KILL. Yes, to such re-thinking, let’s look at Ficbuck Kosso!

Prepods are hated not because they try to give knowledge, but because of their inherent often fuckingness. There have been many teachers in my life. Suitable for units. Among them are those who, in fact, can normally give knowledge - one or two.
The diffuser and the TFC barricades the door with two tables each pair. The screenshot can only be taken after a call.
Others provide material on their own scientific works. At the first exam on his subjects many cut, getting to other teachers.
The third stated that "five" can only bet on an equal to himself. Do you want "four"? Survey throughout the course without tickets and preparation. One mistake is three. Another one for transfer.
No one else appeared at the institute. He gave lectures to the elderly. As you want, understand it.
He threw a coin if he had to think about the assessment for more than two seconds.
According to Thermeh, one of the lecturers at the exam said that all the other teachers are fools, and students are not humans at all if they are believed.
of programming. Lectures – if, for, int and so on. Lab - to write a sorting with a hash table.
The economy. In capitalism it works somehow, but it’s shit. In Communism...
of culture. All is lying. There was a unified pra-nation of the Proto-Slavs and from them went everything, from the wheel to the Internet.
The crowds of them. This is a sample of Moscow universities. But after a while, you stop hating them. You start to regret them. Only a very unhappy person can be so.

I will never forget how I came to my girlfriend at the wedding, dressed, with a manicure. And the wedding was a student, at home with the parents of the bridegroom, there were also few seats in the car. And here the main mass went flowers on the monuments to transport, and me, a modest young man, the future girlfriend's mother-in-law arranged a dusty parade lunch service to wash (for 24 persons per minute!). I still regret not leaving immediately, the girlfriend was sorry - not her fault, and, in fact, not long they lived together, with such a mother-in-law!

Q: Did you notice that when you wake up in your shoes, your head hurts?
D : - With the valens - the same shit! ))
A: - My legs are falling out of the valleys... too narrow foot.
D: My legs fell out of the valley:
He inherited the foot.
She is too narrow, her legs are like nipples.
That’s why I wear shoes.)

In the Volgograd region, a man raped his friend and took his phone.

What do you know about friendly sex?

The Time Manager? We were taught this in school. The diary is called.

Last year, my provincial town was marked with a roadplate on the place where the road was supposed to be. In fact, there were holes, dirt and pieces of asphalt. This year, at the beginning of the summer, the city stopped turning on the lights in the evening - motivated by the fact that the light, and to save money from lighting will repair the roads. The roads, of course, have almost not been repaired, so crawl repair places. But in the summer, the governor of the region was jailed for non-labour income, received personally in his hands, in one good restaurant of the capital. After a couple of weeks in the city began to turn on the lights in the evening, and a month later began to lay asphalt in those places where the dirt was marked last year. What does one well-known propagandist say in the Zombie Fighter "Coincidence? I don’t think!" The conclusion is obvious – you need to plant more often.

The third option, human: the guide instructs subordinate men to move furniture from the old room to the new one.
The subordinate men pick up the papers called the "official instructions" and send them all to order loads.

I drove a taxi in Yandex and got in the Yandex traffic jamming, what to do?? to

99% of men 99% of the time want to plant 99% of the surrounding women. It is nature.

It is nonsense.

Do not rush, so wave in the right lane and do not interfere with those who drive faster. In principle, you do not give in - I will blink far, then I will approach close and I will signal to the winner. If I drive a hundred and thirty on the track, for some reason I always give in to those who fly a hundred and seventy. The crown will not fall.

Because the PDD on the country highway regulates driving in the right row, and in the city I drive in the row in which I need to drive, with the allowed speed, and yes, I will drag 50 km per hour in the city, if the speed limit sign hangs 40 km per hour and yes in the left strip, because I turn to the left, in the right or central, if right or straight. Because the city is not a place for racing. And I am not obliged to give up in the city, even if you freeze and get strong.

My mother got a new passport.
showed me a clean page "children" with a solemn "I have no more children! No to!and "
I don’t even know how to understand it.

The great thing is terminology. Thirty years ago I was making my debut album and I didn’t know I was doing scrapbooking.

Just share the news:
"A railway car in the United States entered a tavern called "A railway car"

I was at an interview.

He answered all the questions of the girl (D), began to ask his own:



I - Who is the owner of the business?

Ivan Ivanovich Ivanovich

Is there a delay in salary?

D – Beeee, meeee, well it happens.

I - Does the owner have side projects?

Q. Why do you know?

I - If there is a delay in the ZP, then where will he get the money?

D – You ask some suspicious questions, you do not fit us.

This perfume is expensive, do you like it?
My girlfriend gave me it.
She must love you...
She loves this perfume.