And the comrade, not changing in the face, pulled out of the jacket a gun with an extinguisher, quietly pissed them twice. Then he approached the bodies of the jokers, removed the remains of the coat, broke them in half. I dropped half of each piece. and left...

>>>>>>

And right in this case.

I remember one day in the hotel I also met such a joke. I drove to the fifth floor, on the second, some Italian teenager, coming out, pressed the buttons of the third and fourth, jumped back a few meters and made such a face, saying, run after me, I will laugh. I shrugged my shoulders, squeezed with a knife - it opens up with a spectacular movement of my wrist and lies, getting on the fixator - and with a cinematic movement swung into the pose for throwing. It was... I liked it. And as far as I was able to notice, for the next couple of weeks, that young Russian man was strenuously walking around.

Oh, you don’t have your own children, so you don’t understand that. I don’t understand how dear to the heart and invaluable these memories are. And don’t understand that such things are shared only with the closest people you fully trust. When you grow up, you will realize that there is nothing shameful about it.

And the son can share secrets, such as how his father ate on May 1 and how they dragged him and his mother home on public transport.
I think Matt and Bate will love such hidden stories.

The Victory Parade on Red Square will continue immediately after Patriarch Kirill goes to work.

Installation of surveillance cameras:

1st I’t want photos and videos of my wife and daughter to appear on the net.
2nd The wife and daughter understand, but why even the TP?
Three Well, every self-respecting man should have except a wife and one or two TP!

Xxx: Men, why are you standing on the sidelines? Well, in public classes I understand – it’s dirty there. Why not sit at home? And it is more comfortable, and the seat is not washed off, and the hands are clean (sitting "he" should not be held). So anyway, why not?
yyy: The higher the spot from the urine, the larger the coble was. All the dogs know.

The most afraid of change are those sitting on the neck and "knowing how to live."

He returned from the suburban area. A friend said that you can go with a friend, he can take him straight home, he is on the way. The man was normal, sociable. On the way, he told me that he worked at the MVD. We talked about various topics, listened to his recordings. Inspector GIBD stops. Smooth, with a pleasant red rose. Playing with a striped stick, he demanded the rights and all the documents on the car. The driver was disciplined. Loudly looking, he began to ask what purpose and where he was heading. The driver, slightly stunned, that it was in the circus. The red rose has somewhat revived: and who? Focus I. Do a good spell, maybe I’ll let it go. The driver got a 500 ruble note: I can convert it into any large amount. Take it and put it in your pocket. Then, slowly, he picked up the red book and turned it up: “Tell me, now, how much is this bill worth?” It seemed to me that the haishnik began to transform. Apparently, no longer realizing what he was doing, he threw the money, and turned hard, ran away.
What will you do? I’m not going to do anything, but I think he’ll start to lose weight now.

In the evening of the weekend, the electricity was turned off.
We marinated the chicken in wine - roasted on mangal, and baked potatoes in the ashes. The pizza was prepared in the oven. After dinner, they lighted a fire, drank wine, played music in the car - danced, then with candles, songs were sung until dawn.
And if there was electricity - they would eat strawberries with kefir, sit in "Classmates" and go to bed.

Films are becoming more and more interesting every year.
Nowadays, movies, songs and cars have gone into the category of single-use products.

>> the upper part of the body back as much as possible to reach to the precious hole

To suck sitting brains neither the author nor his companions did not have enough

Cap reminds me that someone lacked one. And those who came after this wicked landscape, there was no choice, and you will not sit down in a struggle for others.

Just don't call late.We are at 11 a.m., our wife cuts everything, even wi-fi.
WOW: And you too?

I remember the flight bus Kyiv – Hannover. I left Kiev at 6 a.m., I broke up after lunch and went to the toilet (I don't really like to do this in the transport, so I tolerate it until the last). I go to the toilet, or to the place that is called the toilet: the ceiling is made so that a person with a height above 190 cm can not approach face to face, because the ceiling is steep with a scratch to the side of the glass.
I go in and think, pigs are people. Everything is broken down - and the chair, and the floor, and the walls, and even the matte window above the point. Taking the hand for sustainability is not for nothing. The cape. Once you come, you have to do something.
I approach as close as possible to the toilet, turn the upper part of the body back as much as possible to get to the precious hole, and in such a ridiculous posture I relax the muscles.
As soon as the process went, our driver, this bunch of hundreds of horses, began to make a maneuver of overtaking. The bus jumped to the side (it took me back), then to the other side (it dragged me forward), then it pushed on the gas, then... In general, I dropped the fence, the floor, the walls, and even the matte window above the toilet.
I came out of there with the same thought: what kind of people are pigs...

XHH: Don’t get the right. So many fools on the roads.
One of them, I

x: "musical" are you serious? This is something like "varenic" or "belly") And in Central Asia, probably, "smuzhan"? and ;)

Virtuous accuracy of uninhabited objects.
In my lifetime, a young specialist had to live in shelters, where the furniture in the room was only an old bed. The cup of tea was placed directly on the floor.
Two phones committed suicide after entering the room, I started robbing them, trying to catch them, and in the process of a beautiful parable I sent them straight into that same cup. And they were different rooms, different circles and different (obviously) phones.
In short, the technique didn’t like me.

Decided once the test of the type was unnecessary, - there were 4 images: a aircraft, an air snake, a balloon and a sailor. removed the drive. He led to the hysteria of the psychologist, explaining the difference between the engine and the engine. The department recommended a more comprehensive examination. by ANON

Dog: This is, by the way, the advertisement: "Buy a gun, and you will not be able to withhold your salary impunely" I think it will be very relevant.
AU-Ratnikov: Moreover, for a few years, and if you are lucky, then for a lifetime, you will be exempt from taxes, will be fed and drunk for free, housing will also be covered, and even the armed guard will be allocated for free.
Dog: Well enough several cases in a row and delaying the salary will simply not be accepted.

XHX: Watching the "Star Wars" Exodus 1, the idea arose that the script was made according to the rules of epic RPG. A group of multi-haired heroes go on a long journey for a great purpose (practically to save the world). The truth of patha turned out to be a bit eclectic: a warrior, a thief, a robot, a monk and a special for the pursuit. The gunman (granate gunman) Directly I see the writer, separating himself from the IMO, shouting: “Evrika, they need a monk!”

Realized talent is when the hobby and the profession coincide.

The Old Majak

I once again visited the doctor of historical sciences, Professor Maria Sergeevna.
I always turn to it when urgent consultation is needed on a complex historical issue, and the Internet is absolutely unaware of the matter.
Maria Sergeevna - a little seventy-five-year-old old woman with an eternal "belo-morina" in her teeth, not taking the papyrus out of her mouth and managing not to burn, she kissed me in her cheek, took a cake and took her to the room.
Twenty minutes later, an old man, the husband of Maria Sergeevna, looked at us. He greeted and, shut his nose, said dissatisfied:

- Masha, you're fine, but why do you smoke a guest like that, look, he's already all green from your smoke.

The old lady got up from her chair, approached her husband, cleverly rolled the papyrus in her mouth, made a solemnly sad face and suddenly began to portray small swimming movements with her hands, like brass.
The old man looked very strictly, then unexpectedly laughed, kissed his wife in the forehead, said, "Masha, you are a dordana" and left the room.
We returned to our Persian kings, but Mary Sergeevna suddenly interrupted me and said:

"But from the outside I really looked like a dumb: my husband doesn't like my tobacco smoke, and I show him - swim, say, from here.
In fact, it is a very ancient story. One day, more than forty years ago, my husband and I went wild to Crimea on Zaporozhye. It was our wedding trip. The rocks, the sea, the tent, around no soul. The Beauty. What else to wish?
Unnoticed a month passed and the last evening came, in the morning at dawn you need to leave. The hour of night, the moon behind the clouds, the sea is light. While I was sleeping, my husband decided to take a little bath at last and say goodbye to the sea. He is now swimming like a fish, and then he was the captain of the university waterfield team. Swimming, therefore, my husband three hundred meters, lying on the water, sinking, feeling - it became cold, it would be time to return.
But then he realized that after diving, he did not really think - where is the horizon, and where is the shore? Where to swim? In the darkness, you can’t even see your own hands. I tried to swim with zigzags, suddenly the shore is spotted, and where there are no indicators, there were no zigzags, and it is not known what. I tried to scream, too, no matter, our tent behind the hill, and even the wind is whistling. Crying is not screaming, only wasting strength. And until dawn is still very far, it is unrealistic to last, you will freeze. In other words, it is a tube.
And here, when my poor husband had already begun to say goodbye to life, suddenly, far or far, he noticed a rescue light: and it was his beloved young wife Maria Sergeevna who woke up and rushed to the sea to smoke, away from the tent, so that the strict, non-smoking husband would not stumble.
And when he, half-lived, rolled off to the shore, floated, rested, then in joy he vowed to never again in his life, until the end of his days, will not blame me for smoking.
While it seems to hold...