Xxx: Girls are embarrassed when the relationship has just begun. My friend went home very often and very quickly, and abruptly. At some point, I guessed she just wanted to fuck. I told her about it, offered to close all the rooms in the apartment and go to the most distant one. Include the music loudly. Plus, she gave her a towel if she wanted to take a shower. Eventually we woke up, washed, and then we wore all night.



Yyy: What a romantic story, through the tears

Xxx: I was even worse. We met about 4 months ago at that time. They walked, ate in a little potato and went to accompany me. As a result, after 20 minutes, I realize that ppc, the stomach turns, periodically sweat and I will not eat. 40 minutes to get home. As a result, I confessed, through a couple of TC stations right next to the subway, went there. In general, I just entered the cabin, I didn't even have time to take off my pants (I write to him: I have everything normal, go home. I myself convulsively write to my sister to come and save her) He does not give up, asks. I am what? I sit without cowards, somewhat exhausted by the pants( In the end, I confessed to him, he handed over with some girls a pack of new sports pants, wet and simple wipes, a bottle of water) No laughter) Then I realized that I would be helped in any situation. Together for almost 13 years, 3 children) Every year I love only stronger)



Yyy: A friend is known in trouble, and the bridegroom is known in "need" 😁

His first husband was a pedant and accuratist. A few examples: the microwave should be opened for a couple of millimeters, because if closed - it is not checked, and if opened - it is a mess. The pot with water should stand a pen to the wall, or a mess. Two shots at the shovel is a mess.

My order requirements are much lower. I normally keep my clothes on a chair, drag all the bits to the comp, leave the bed unstated.

When he offered me, I said, “Well, I’m living this way, and he said, ‘It’s not a problem.’”

After a month of living together during a quarrel, he admitted that he meant "it's not a problem, I'll quickly re-learn you."

Grab the talent into the ground, so at least water it.

This story was told by my good acquaintance, who does not claim fame and therefore does not publish this story himself. This happened in 1978.

The Thirteenth Ring

This is a real story that happened.
In a village near Peter, in our country, where I was looking after my sister for 3 years, I was about 15 years old, a well was digged near us. Before I walked for water in a remote well, half a kilometer away. Drawing full cages even on the crown was hard...
In the community on a village from the District Administration were provided concrete rings under the well at the address near us, but on the condition that they would dig this well on their own.
It was accepted that nearby residents, who need this well, either participate in the well arrangement themselves, or help with money.

We lived nearby, I was almost 15, I naturally went to dig.
At this time, the sister was watched by a girl who lived in the same house, across the wall from us, in the family of holidaymakers who rented the room from the neighbors.

The technology of the well is as follows:
There is the first concrete ring, around which and inside which the earth is dug, a hole, until this ring fails down to the level of the earth.
Then on this first ring is installed the second.
Under the first, the soil is excavated vertically so that both rings would slip down.
Then the third ring on top, also under the first, until there are already three...
And so on...
Above the well was a treadmill with blocks of stretching ropes on which empty cages were lowered and raised, full of grass.
In my case, there were 12 rings of 1.2m each.
The total depth of the well was 14 meters.
In a well made of concrete rings with a spade and large shoulders, you will not swallow.
Therefore, we attracted thin (fat) teens to work, like me... (at 15 I was thin and cute)
Until the fifth ring there was a difficult breed - clay with stones, and from the fifth pure wet sand.
When there is a shift of rings, the sensations are not the most pleasant... the walls around you fall down... and high above you the light turns into a narrow pipe.
They dug up to 12 rings, the stem of the well passed, and the 13th ring was placed on top.
I hardly dig a hole under it... The sand is already filled with water, we are very close to the water vessel!
And the 13th ring slips down.

And suddenly it moves horizontally for half a meter!!! to
This is the pressure of the water in the inner sand layer in the direction of the river, we got into the water layer! The underground river flowed measurably through the sand, under the clay armor on top, and here our ring... It began to move it off its path...

To say I was scared, to say nothing.
He described himself in horror, imagining himself buried alive in this well.
Water appeared inside the ring and its level began to rise quickly!
I could see the light in half of what I saw before.

Stir like never before!!! to

I was immediately raised up. Oh no, I am stuck!! It hurts!! to
A scream from above, “Exhale!”! to
He stood up with his feet on the shelf on which he previously sat, breathed out, pulled his stomach, stretched out into a string, raised his arms and head, turned his head to the side, closed his eyes... prayed to God that they would be pulled out...
Through a half-meter gap, I was pulled out to the surface.

After a few minutes, the gap disappeared, the ring with a scratch on the upper rings (it was heard) advanced further, opening a fountain of water that filled the well across the edge, the water beat through the edge with a strong fountain of pure transparent water – the river dropped the pressure.

I was in shock on the street. Just a few minutes and I would not be there. He would be forever murdered under the thickness of the breed at a depth of 14 meters, enclosed in the 13th concrete ring.
I sat on a hill of excavated land and was silent, staring fascinated at that fountain, not reacting to anything... Then I was broken by hysteria... I fell from the mountain, crying, imagining that I would die in torment by staying in that ring with the small supply of air that this ring pulled with it. He would probably have suffered a few more hours before suffocating... A terrible death...

The men calmed me, broke my arms and poured a glass of vodka into my throat.

I no longer remember.
I woke up in bed when I was hindered by a girl with a strange name, Francesca, who lived behind the wall, they were removing a room with a neighbor.
Well here! Wake up! The young man! She smiled at me, do you want to drink? by...
My dry lips were at the edge of a glass of iron with cold water.
Drink and drink!! I swallowed this bowl with large throats, holding my hands as if they were taking it away.
Where is Olya? The nurse I watched.
“Don’t worry, it’s all right, she’s home, she’s been fed.
The UFF!! Where am I?
You are home, you are home.
Looking around, I realized that I was in the house, behind the wall of our rooms, in the neighbor’s bedroom.
I wanted to get up under the blanket, but at the time I realized I was naked.
To get up naked, without cowards, with a girl it was impossible.
“You lie down for a while,” Francis smiled, “I’ll bring your clothes now... Do you know where this water comes from?
from where? I closed my eyes trying to remember what happened yesterday.
From your well. She gave me a smile that I always remember.
*** by
This well was called Sakkin – Sakkin well.
It still exists in the village of Myza in the Leningrad region.

My parents wanted to kill me and reward me at the same time.
You could not dig up the well!! to
Better to give money to professionals.
Eventually, I was almost suffocated in my mom’s arms with tears and laughter.

Parents are right!
Of course I was a fool!
But I wanted as best...

Thank God it ended well!

Vampire hunters come to the castle of Count Dracula. They knock on the door, Dracula’s daughter opens and asks:
You are who?
We are the ones your father hates the most.
The girl cries inside the castle:
Daddy, here are the pids on the self-drivers!

Even when a woman doesn’t want anything, she wants something.

I just read the story of a driver who picked up a woman with children, despise the screams of his boss’s wife.
I remembered a story that my mother’s husband once told me. He is a Moscow citizen, born in 1932. In August 1941, shortly after the Germans began bombing Moscow, their class was taken somewhere to a pioneer camp, somewhere near Jasna Poljana. They lived there for a couple of months, and in October 1941 the Germans broke there... The teachers who were with them were in panic and didn’t know what to do when the director of the camp managed to brake some staff. The bus. The soldiers who were in him listened to him and briefly negotiated with each other, began to quickly throw the boys into the bus and told the soldier-driver to chase with all their strength... And they themselves stayed there... Cover... He also told that a kilometre and a half, 300 meters from the road on which they were driving, several tanks appeared, judging all the German, in one of which the tower turned, and a tankman pushed out of the lookout, but to shoot, why did they not start...
And our military remained there, to die for absolutely strange and unfamiliar children.

Summary of the report of the IAEA mission on Zaporozhye Nuclear Power Plant: "Shooting bombs and missiles on the nuclear station is not useful for its operation. and all.”

Don't fool a cat who sprinkled something delicious from the table, he should also have a minute of happiness.

She poured me a cup of scented tea and said:

“When the Germans approached Minsk, our neighbor came and shouted, ‘You have to leave, Bertha Aronovna! The Germans are about to enter the city! My mother, just breastfeeding the younger five-month-old Leo, said to her neighbor, “Where can I run with my four children? My husband and I have to wait for the trip. He will come, but we are not. Where will he then look for us?”

But I decided to leave anyway. The neighbor’s argument won: “Do you want him to come back from a business trip and catch you with the children in the form of dead bodies? After the war, he will find you anyway.”

Mom took the little Lion in her arms, and we all ran after her with a goat along the dusty road. There were a lot of people there: all fled from the Germans. German planes periodically bombed us, I remember someone screaming and asking women to remove white shirts from their heads: these shirts for planes were just like targets.

Then the road suddenly split. And no one knew where to run: to the right or to the left. My mother decided to run to the right and saved our lives: then we learned that everyone who ran to the left fell right into the feet of the Germans and was killed.

And here we run on that road. The girl grabbed her mother in a large button on her coat: her mother wore a coat with a huge carapace button on her stomach, despite the fact that there was a terrible heat on June 27, 1941. She said that Leo would have something to keep up with. And here’s the Lion holding my mom’s button, and we, Lena’s older twelve-year-old brother, three-year-old Clarochka, and I, all running along, grabbing my mom’s coat.

Soon my five-year-old girl got tired of her legs, I stopped and cried. And my mother cried, sat down, hugged me and whispered to my ear with dry lips: “We can’t stop, Slavochka, we can’t. I have to run through “I can’t.” And I scream and I do not even move from place to place.

Suddenly we see a truck. In the cockpit next to the driver sits some important lady in a fashionable hat and with a bright red mask. And in the body of the truck - furniture, such beautiful, expensive furniture. A lot of furniture, a whole mountain: the car is about to crash. The lady gently pointed to my mother in the window: “Let’s, say, clean up from the road, you can’t see if I have furniture!”

Mom was humbly started to go to the side and take us away, not to interfere, so the lady furniture to save, and the truck suddenly take and stop.

The driver jumped out of the cabin and let this furniture be thrown right on the road and cried out to my mother: "Woman, please, I will put you and your children in the body now!" And the lady from the cabin cries like, “What are you doing, shit? Yes, I'll tell my husband, he'll give you to court, he'll shoot you for violating the order!"

And the driver ran to her, grabbed her for the collar and said to her, "Stop yourself, shit, you don't understand that if I leave them here on this road, they will dream to me for the rest of my days! I’ll take them to a safe place, and then you can shoot me and hang me, you’re a bad creature!” The lady immediately stopped, and the driver threw us all and our mother into the body, and then a few more women with children, and we went.

We arrived safely to the tomb, he landed us and left with the lady of that. Then there was evacuation. Then Dad found us in the evacuation. And then the war ended, and my mother was burning that she didn't even ask the driver's name to find him after the war and thank him. I think, Oksanochka, the driver is not alive, like my mother, but suddenly he told this story to his children or grandchildren? So if you write about it on your internet, will your children or grandchildren suddenly read it? It is so important for me that they know that we still remember him and will never stop thanking him in our hearts... Write, Oksanochka, do not count for work. The Internet is so omnipotent, and suddenly...”

And indeed, I wrote here and publish this unthinking story here. Suddenly, by some space mail or other unconfessable ways of God, the driver or his loved ones will receive a message of thanks from the deceased now Berta Aronovna and Abraham Nahimovich and their four now alive children. More precisely, even five: the younger Mark was born after the war, after the husband of Bertha Aronovna, returning from the front, found her with the children in the evacuation healthy and unharmed.

Thank you, dear human being. “The salt of our land” is about such people. the salt of the earth.

Oksana Lexell, 2015

The word “self-driving” sounds somewhat rough. How much better "racer of the formula C2N5ON".

My grandfather and grandmother in the village. Grandfather loves strawberries, gathers a bowl, takes off his glasses, sits down, eats.

Why did you take off your glasses?

(Dad) - Yes, in the glasses all the slides are wormy. Without glasses, you can...

In retirement, a person becomes the enemy of the Pension Fund.

There was a wooden ball in my avocado again! Can avocado manufacturers not come up with any other toy surprises?? to

A man buys an analog of a well-known drug for potency.

The amount is 234₽.

He placed 200₽ bills and said:

- I will call 34₽ a little.

It is great! I answered.

I put my pen on the counter, I wait.

In his wallet he digs, digs,

He excavates, he excavates, he blows, he thinks, he excavates, he is still crawling.

He looked at me and said:

I did not succeed.

Xxx: How ridiculous would the plot of the movie Call now look. You find a mysterious video cassette and don’t know what to do with it.



Yyy: Yes, and then you’re called to a home that’s been turned off for a long time.

Worse than the smell of shit can only be the smell of fried shit.



YYYYYYYYYYYYYYY The worst smell of shit is when in the basement, where in the summer the heat broke the sewerage and could not repair it for more than a week, also broke the hot water.



The smell of cooked tough dirty shit - this is, I will tell you, the smell!



Zzzz: Fuck the judges gathered. Fucking to say so.

Xxx: I’m in the subway, two guys are sitting in front of me, talking in the sign language and stealing looking at me. My mother is deaf, so I understand her very well. They discussed my figure and the fact that my breasts are flat. I caught their eyes and replied in the sign language that my legs were beautiful. I showed them the facts.

Remember to!
No one is hurt as badly as a man who fell into the pit he dug for you.