Recently I’m on a bus, followed by a Hindu and a Boho Russian.

The Russian:

- Brother, is it true that you have dirt, dirt and bodies swimming in the Ganges there in India?

The Hindu:

This is Kiev propaganda!

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If you look at the large, slowly falling snow and say not “Beauty!” but “Your own mother,” you need to clean the airport urgently.

Listen, Leah, why are you not getting married?
YYY: You know, I have lived in this city for eight years and all this time I study the female sex in detail, my nets are always abandoned in the sea) I catch only beautiful fish)
Leha, you are thirty-three, your networks have grown in order. I’t be surprised if you sometimes jump through them.

I love my Chinese. I wake up in the morning and look at the screen.
"The missed alarm signal"
Thanks, didn’t you call me?

Deputy Poklonskaya insults my feelings as a believer: I believe in the triumph of human reason, and it destroys my faith with its obscurity and stupidity.

XXX: I thought here... It turns out that the black coat – washabit
YYY: What is it?
No ropes or cowards wear.
He is a duck!
xxx and what? Not a pig.

Where is D. Artagnan and the Three Musketeers?
on the fifth channel.

xxx: Tell me, and in 100 years of school education can't think of two sets of textbooks? One at home, one in class.
And can't you think before dividing the textbooks into parts - a set of 4 brochures, for example - one by a quarter?
Take your bags and don’t go.

The difference is in the pocket. And your colleague should hint on the director about the application to the prosecutor’s office.

Mom’s acquaintance retired in a network universe as a cleaner. The cleaner was there alone, and her schedule surprised me. One weekend is Sunday. The vendors worked two by two. It was necessary to go to another city, so when the manager offered to take her documents, she agreed. Over the course of the year, her duties all grew, and the salary was minimal. And she decided to resign, the chief persuaded her for a long time, but she did not go to the excuses, and went to the main office to resign. There she learned that she worked for two for one salary all this year. By state there were 2 cleaners with a schedule of 2 through 2. The second cleaner was the manager.

“I have not come to you with a swordfish, but with a worldfish.

Today the chef gave out, looking at how a young engineer with one finger, at a rate of one sign per second, knocks on the keyboard: "You must be taught the blind method of printing: first you will conduct all the correspondence, and if you do not have time, I will tear your eyes."

Katze North: The cat when he goes to his brother on his knees to bustle, he just sits uninteresting, he needs to be bustled, otherwise he jumps up and begins to climb in the nose with the knots and generally somewhere to go on the key. Therefore, as soon as the brother is distracted by the noises, he immediately gets a jumping ass in his nose, then a wet mouth. And a lot of interesting in the code or what he writes there, probably.

A very intellectual public. To burn the flame, you need to feel subtle... the guy with the cleavage went gorgeously, in general =)

The Senior Officer:
The collection of charitable contributions via SMS began to spread across all TV channels. That means "the chip has been cut".
The Tastoranga:
The first in my memory "chips were carried out" by political workers. They gathered at the children’s home. Of course, there is no reporting. Moreover, the collections were carried out with all the relentlessness of the guiding and guiding force of the then society. And here the napo gathers the commanders of the ships to report who has gathered how many. There is no commander of the cruiser "Drozd". At first in anger, the only one did not give the money and did not report. And here the door opens, capraze Nichipurenko enters and, to the indignation of the chiefs of the policeman, receives a receipt from the director of the local children's house about the acceptance of funds collected by the ship's crew.
Sorry for the late. I went there myself, took it.
You saw the eyes of the child from whom they took the candy. A was not selected. But Nichipur chose, "the child" was indeed in the Admiral's pursuit...

A veterinary clinic in Ireland has announced a competition for the position of cat hugger. Among the professional skills that a new employee should possess, soft and reassuring speech, cat’s whisper, gentle hands, patience, diligence and readiness for many hours of cat care.

My husband was washing in the bathroom on the second floor (private house). He was locked up in the castle, and he was enchanted. I couldn’t open it from the outside or from the inside. He had to go out the window (there is no difficulty, on the roof of the veranda).
That same evening, the neighbor told his husband in a conspiracy tone that he had seen a coward escaping from our window. The husband was not confused and said, “Yes, I know, it’s mine.”

At the exit from the TRC, a student approached me (in the form of 5-6 class) with a request to serve a cigarette, but I do not smoke so I refused, citing the fact that he is still small.

The guy made the same request to the guys behind me, which was answered by the guy - "take off 50 times and you will get a package." And then he got excited, his eyes burned and he almost started to squeeze in the same place with excitement. His school friends came to help him, but for 10 minutes no one was able to press the right number of times.

As a result, they exhaled so that no one was asked about cigarettes anymore.

Today I walked through the courtyard, threw the menthol gum into my mouth, began to chew, and from the sharp smell of the whole cavity he sneezed. The bullet chewing machine flew out of her mouth and struck the forehead of the girl going to meet her. Sorry, I say, by chance... And she: I will not wish for health, you understand...

On the Internet for the first time at the age of 16. I was a creative girl, dreaming of becoming a writer. And there is such a space for creativity, no one knows who I am and where I come from, think what you want! In general, a year had fun, wrote all kinds of mystical stories, then the graduation exams came, not before that.

And here I am thirty, I am lying at home and sick, bored to read everything. And I come across a “scientific research” by some ufologist based on stories from the Internet. And in some stories I know my own (I had a chip - I wrote about places that I know well). In short, I did not become a writer, I wrote well. Much better and psychologically more reliable than the authors of other "testimonials"!