Pay five years of retirement age and get from Putin cashback of 10 thousand rubles.

My friend’s wife ordered a prostitute home when she was pregnant. A boyfriend comes from work, and his wife with a “gift” is sitting waiting for him. Speaks nobly, he whispered at this moment, asked the "gift" how much money they ought to pay for the call, paid and put on the door.



Yyy: He has an interesting wife.



Zzz: Very interesting, in vain he put her out of the door...

Xxx: And I, as a girl, will say that not everyone needs hair, apollons, and talkons. They marry absolutely for different and for silent too. There are 3 billion women on the planet and you think none of them will fit you?

I once walked down the underground crossing, and there was a couple of bombarded views. In short, the man in the shutdown and crazy, and his heart lady immediately carefully wipes his ass. You’re talking about sweat.)



Yyy: I am now bluffed by the upset :)

Xxx: Here another factor in the appearance of the girl plays a role. I always had a puppy on clothes, as long as I pursued it - it was useless. Mint, dirty, with a hole - no difference. at the hairdresser. For a long time I refused to shave my "beautiful" eyebrows, although I bought him a good shave when he was 13. I wash every day, thank you. And here, a miracle, with the appearance of some mysterious Anastasia (I have not been shown yet, but, they say, beautiful) my obaltus clamps up jeans, and a snow-white shirt, monitors socks on the subject of scratches, shaves properly and goes to a fashionable hairdresser.)



Yyy: It’s only exactly until the candy bouquet is over and they’ll eat with that same Anastasia.)



Xxx: And that will be Anastasia’s problems.

In my childhood I had toys. There was no Barbie. There was no money in the 90s. My best friend had 40 of them. The real ones. She even sometimes let me touch them, not just watch her play. She was brought by her sister from Moscow. And here, at her sister’s next arrival, I picked it up and cried, “Barbie, please bring me.” I’m terribly ashamed of these words now, but I was 6-7 years old. After a while, my girlfriend’s sister came back, boasting me with a new doll. I forgot about my request. I didn’t even think she would be executed. So 15 years have passed. My friends and I separated in high school. We met and walked. And here she tells me this story. You remember, you asked my sister to bring a doll. She bought it for you. I was sorry to give it and I left it to myself. You saw her later when we were playing.” Here you can consider me whoever you want – I came back after the meeting and cried for a long time. I was sorry for the little girl who dreamed of Barbie. I was sorry for being small. And here is the paradox, I lived well without knowing this story. I remembered that request. I did not expect any gift. I know no one owes me anything. She told me that and I am sorry. I want to buy a doll. I choose very jealously. Such things.

Xxx: Recently accidentally poured tea in the office. I found a shovel and a hose to clean up. A colleague who observed these actions asks:

You must have served in the army, right?

I studied in the military university, I answer.

It is noticeable. You are so cleverly weaponized.

Xxx: When I was in the third class, we found someone throwing out a sea pig. While we carried her home, a boy came to us from the neighboring courtyard and asked where we would go.

I told him that there was a cage for the rabbit at home and that she would live there, and he replied that the pig was marine, that he had to live in the water, that he had an aquarium and we had to give him the pig so that he could place it in that aquarium and fill it with water.

As a graduate child, I told him that the pig was called so because it was brought from South America and was originally overseas, and then lost.

Patsanu had nothing to do and he went home, and the pig successfully settled in my cage (where she lived for a long time and a lot of shit).

In the morning he was already waiting for me on the way to school and said that he asked his father about where the pigs should live and his father said that I was a pigeon. I did not find anything to answer then.

So, Oleg S., if you are reading this text, then know: Dubaeb is you.

I do not like to waste money. But the best way to use the money has not yet been found.

In the second year of university study, we started a course in psychology. Prepod was a corresponding, such an evasive type. On the first pair, he gave a jokeful advice for the future: always go to work with a folder of documents, the table of the worker also filled with pieces of various papers, carry them with you even to the dining room and then the bosses will consider you a hardworking and valuable worker, as if you did not roll a fool. A month after this lecture, the lecturer was appointed dean. I still remember that advice :)

We have not yet gotten away from “forced corruption”, and here is a new trick – foreign citizenship of overwhelming force.

Xxx: I go to the store near the house and also take chicken barks for the dog, and there two sellers, one for 40 years and the other young, but with a kind of sense of humor. I go to them and ask the young woman if there is any dog joy. she answers: the chicken heads are over, but there is a head of a sheep, the truth has to separate it from the body, do you have a tail with you?

He points his finger at his partner.

and lifhack.

Do you like to give people advice but no one wants to listen to you?

Everything is elementary: call it consultation, and start taking money - there will be no repulsion from customers right away!

We talked about some work moment with a colleague. And he gave me this tirade in defense of his point of view:

You are wrong! On one occasion to make conclusions stupid, it is necessary to make a large sample of cases...
Look, I came somehow with my daughter, but without my wife in Sochi for vacation. My wife was detained for a few days at work.
We are registered at the reception by a beautiful young receptionist. During the registration he asks:
“There are three, and where is your wife?”
I am her:
“And my girlfriend, with her lover Yakin, fled to the Caucasus today...”
I look, and her eyes are glazed, she hangs like, she looks at me and breathes so that another elderly receptionist standing next to her had to push her elbow, and like to feel:
“What a tension! He jokes, it's a Soviet film joke..." The young woman froze off like, only the eyes from now on she threw on us exclusively ice...
As a result, all the holidays I loaded, I said I was already so old, my memes are shit, no one to talk to, no one understands me, etc. and etc.
The next year I went back to Sochi, a different hotel.
As a result, his wife was arrested at work again. This time at the hotel reception we were welcomed by a guy, even younger than the receptionist from last year.
I wonder where my wife is. I made him a fool again:
And my mother-in-law, with her lover Yakin, fled to the Caucasus today.
He pulled his gaze from the compass, swallowing his palm on the table and cried:
“Take it off!!”
I am on the machine:
“Hey to God!”
He is already smiling:
“They are hunting?”
It turned me around, I rattled like an insane. broke along with him.
All the holidays were relaxed and fun.
So Petrovich, one case is not a case at all, but a coincidence.
For far-reaching conclusions, you need to consider as much sample as possible...

If anyone else hopes to knock out any plugs from the party of power, hurry: on September 19, all their promises will turn into a pumpkin...

I was invited to visit. The weather was wintery, frosty, snowy, only without moths. The distance to the destination is 4 km, I think - in 40 minutes I will get to walk. It is done, I dress, I go. On the street was all minus 18, dressed decently, but did not calculate that walking a quick step decently warms the body.

After 20 minutes, I pulled off my jacket. Five minutes later, I removed the shirt. And two more, a hat. My appearance is specific. Beard and shaved skull. I take off my hat, I feel the steam on my skin that the steam is coming from my head. At that moment, I met with the eyes of a blind black man stuck in a thick-walled pantyhose. This look of complete madness I remembered for a long time.

I live in a new apartment.

Neighbors on the floor have been doing repairs for six months.

It turned out that the repair for the sake of the sale, such as bought black and "flavored" sold.

So they sold.

And you know what?

I go out of my apartment this morning and see:

New neighbors open the door to bring interior items into the common corridor and scratch wallpapers.

Mrs...

The opposition is fighting for a normal increase in payments to citizens monthly and on a lifetime basis, and not for a submission once in a lifetime and then to elections!

When I was young, I had a big breast. Her name was Irina. Low, slim, with elegant hands and legs – and suddenly two etched melons, a kilogram of two each. Operations to reduce the breast in the USSR were not done, and she was very suffering from constant carrying excessive weight. And also narrow blades of Soviet sweepstakes rubbed her shoulders to blood. Therefore, as part of each new underwear, Irina must have purchased a backpack with robust, wide-banded blades. She cut them off and replaced them with brushes.

The late 90s came, and the underwear and backpacks disappeared from the sale. But as it turned out, not entirely. And here Irina passes past the absolutely empty window of the "Sports goods" store and sees through this window a few backpacks on the empty in the rest of the shelf. Inside the store of backpacks is three, and Irina decides to take all three, because tomorrow the money will be cheaper again, and backpacks in the sale, apparently, will never be again.

After a few minutes she stands near the exit, packs two backpacks into the third and thinks it would be great to jump on the underwear now. At this time, a young man enters the store, sees an empty shelf, where there were just backpacks, turns his eyes on Irina, apologizes for the worry and addresses her with these words:
Please sell me two bags. Why do you need three? I will pay as much as you say.
Irina, evaluating the young man as sympathetic and polite, decides to continue the unbinding conversation. Of course, with a firm intention not to offend yourself.
I really just need a backpack. and. You will be arranged without sluts - take all three! Probably there are two more in the house, too, without bars. But I disagree with money: it depreciates every day. If you have something on barter, we can exchange.
The young man is not surprised by Irina’s words (remember, it was the 90s), but, on the contrary, literally blooms:
It is surprising how perfectly our interests match! The lashes do not matter to me at all. We are leaving. You can take one suitcase and one bag per person. We got our suitcases, but we can’t find a bag bag. The backpacks, of course, are still wet, but somehow we cut down the size. The pencil is wise. What do you need in exchange?
By this time, Irina already thinks about something completely different and therefore on the machine gives what her head was occupied before the conversation:
Bustle size 9!
The young man is slightly confused, then turns his gaze from the backpacks to the pointed Irina, or rather to the part of her figure between her waist and neck, carefully examines and, almost without shutting down, says:
“You know, my mother’s underwear is sent from Philadelphia by her sister, my aunt. They are, as you can say, very large. We go to them and come up with something.

Three months later they went to America together.

Have you at least once encountered the fairy tale that there was Vasilis the Wise Richter washed, fed and laid to sleep? Why does Baba Yaga always do this?

Is it possible to shake after the first dose of the vaccine?



YYY: It can’t be immediately. Go home first.