The phrase "excess of official powers" in Russia means that the official stole more than was allowed and did not share.

My parents stayed in Syria in the 1990s. We went to the Ali Baba restaurant. They were served by the owner, he was also called Ali-Baba, I don't know if it was a name or a nickname.

I ordered a cup of coffee and some ice cream.

Ali Baba, how many of us?

of two dollars.

At that time it was cheap. I paid, I liked it. The next day they came again. We ordered lunch and ate well.

Ali Baba, how many of us?

of two dollars.

Strange is okay.

Another day, they called friends, came with a crowd, ordered everything, ate, drunk.

Ali Baba, how many of us?

of two dollars.

Ali Baba, can you count more than two?

Ali Baba can count his money.

How long did you hit us for the first time?

This is my business ;)

I never thought I would get into such a situation. I have already written that clients try not to eat or drink (sometimes me! work to be done). And now, probably, from the raised water and then I'll shrink.

In general, the situation is normal - I come to the house to put the boy sounds. The family is new, cockroaches in the heads of people unknown yet. While my pupil was running (to change clothes, to find one pupil, to find another pupil, to chew a cat, to write, to hide a toy, to get a toy), at this time I split up, sat in the kitchen, washed my hands, and the pupil was left to sit down. Here floats his gently smiling grandmother, holding a glass in her hands:

Take care, it is for you.

“Thank you,” I said, “What is it?

And you try.

I put a glass on my face and I feel amber. No, not so though. I feel the hell with a specific shade of acetone. I am pale, green, and I understand that I am about to say goodbye to lunch in the eyes of amazed customers, and I am throwing the glass back to the old lady. But she does not take him! He pushes my hands back:

Do you try! The Fresh! This is very useful! I drink every day.

I try to hide behind the chair, under the canvas, behind the wallpaper, anywhere! I go and put a glass on the kitchen table. I ask :

and v. Does he drink that too?

“Neee, he’s a little bit dirty, so we can’t drink yet. But I will pour him into the soup for a drop, and he will get used to it. So you drink! It is fresh!

A happy child goes to the kitchen, leads his nose and gives:

Fou, grandmother, you’re cooking your notes again! I already wrote in the toilet.



The fucking. I was mentally shot at this place.

The strange thing is life experience. When it is possible to accumulate its solid stock, it is not very time to use it.

A story from the U.S. that shook up the entire Internet there and barely led to a war between the sexes. I pass it on from the first person:

My wife recently stated that she would no longer do me mines and there would be no oral delights from her. The explanation is simple: she never really liked it, and I think she can do it. In general, she is right, because I cannot force her into her mouth, because she has the full right to control her mouth. But!

We have a tradition that every Friday we eat dinner with the tests, her parents. These are people of old hardening, very difficult in communication, but the tradition itself has been more than 10 years, just as long as our marriage lasts. It turns out that every Friday after work, instead of resting, I have to spend time with people I can’t tolerate. Why am I doing this? To make your wife happy!

Overall, I told my wife to let her think what she wants, but I won’t do anything I can’t tolerate anymore – spend Friday with her parents.

In response, she stated that I’m a ass and it’s totally different situations. I disagree – we both stopped doing things we didn’t like doing, although doing so made each other happy. And we both have the right to be backbone to each other.

Am I a ass?

Colombian drug barons ask: where in Russia can you learn to be a Colonel of the FSB?

He witnessed a dialogue in the subway. A man aged 45-50 years. A woman aged 40-45 came in and stood in front of a man. He stopped and said

A man, you will sit, because a woman stands in front of you.

-Woman, take a few stops back, there are plenty of free places. That’s what I did because I don’t want to go in a full car standing after work.

He is a selfish man who thinks only of himself.

Yes, I thought about myself and walked a few stops back. I do not consider myself selfish. You think only of yourself at the moment. By the idea in equal terms, but you do not consider yourself to be selfish. But there is a difference between us – I “drawed” a place for myself, without depriving anyone of it. You want to take away my place to sit alone. Who of us is selfish?

Well, there is also a ham!

“Woman, I didn’t chame you, but I calmly communicated with you. You insulted me by calling me Ham. Who are we Ham?

To which she annoyedly said forever female “Oh, all!” He went looking for another victim at the other end of the car.

I thought I was 100% right! Of course, the woman does not think so. Logically it is so!

In the late 1980s, my mom’s friends got a long-awaited apartment. One night, a new house was built. There was a lot of people, they sat down until late, there was a lot of drink, but, as usual, it was not enough. Therefore, the owner of the house was sent to Uncle Cole for a supplement to one of his colleagues, because the shops were no longer working, and the soul demands the continuation of the banquet.

Time passes and the owner is not at home. Finally, there is a bell at the door. A man and a girl stand on the doorstep:

- Tell me, but this man (describe the appearance) does not live here?

and here. And what happened?

He is sitting in a neighbor’s house and crying.

They ran down, found Uncle Cole, asked what was going on with him, where he was hurt, what was going on.

He came back and could not find the house. 8 identical panel five-storey, late, in the street of no one, the number of the house out of his head fled, how to find his - does not know. From despair he sat on the bench and cried. And here was the couple going: the guy accompanied the girl.

“We wanted to go by, we thought, another drunk, but he was crying so bitterly that we came to find out what happened to him. I found out he was lost. On the suggestive questions remembered the floor and that the apartment is right, we approached and went to look for it. Your house was the fifth.

Judging by what temples are built, people do not pray for free.

I called a man for whom I worked. He asks to work again, to do about the same thing, the money offers about the same, but asks a very strange thing:

"Nothing if we transfer money to you on the card, just by the card number and without a contract? So that your name should not shine anywhere in particular?”

"Yes, in principle," I answer, but I wonder, "What kind of spy games? As if the last time we broke up without claims, you promised gold mountains, bonuses, bonuses - and paid everything exactly and just what was agreed. Even in time. So there are no complaints on my part... And there were no complaints on your part, did you accept everything without any problems?”

"Yes, no," he replies to me, "From our side, to your work, there are no claims, but that you remained without a premium, well, here you have yourself a little bit... So I just don't want this time to have problems... With payment, and in general..."

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“Well, do you remember that you were called on our company’s ‘timebilding’ on the turbine?”

"Well, I remember," I replied, "your financier, accountant or who she is there with you, all persuaded, although I told her several times frankly that I don't drink, I don't like shakes, so neither team building nor turbines are interested in me... And in general, dragging into the fuck that you chose for vacation was lazy... I thought she understood everything correctly. Or did she do it on her own account? She had plans for me...”

“Well, how do you tell... They were!”

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“She didn’t try for herself! Someone from the area came to her, she just liked you! So they developed a whole plan to get you married. How to dance you, how to feed you, how to drink you, where to "plan B" - if you didn't lie that you don't drink - take a computer so that you can "repair the internet"... And you took it stupidly and didn't come :) This relative of her now works with us as a sales manager, so they are both angry with you... So I want to hire you, but anonymously... It's a bit uncomfortable, but you understand..."

Well, what to say, I understand – really my cockerel...

Have you seen a woman pulling out a lick through a hoodie's sleeve? Imagine what it can do to your brain.

People just want childhood.

Tormented by mortgages, crazy communal services, miserable wages, bosses, mortgages and loans, sales “servants of the people”, housekeeping, the inevitable awareness of old age and nothingness...

People just want to be small. Instead of Putin, she is my mother. Instead of a mortgage, teaching. Instead of a dull, dull porn-drum, a man from the neighboring class who is happy to just carry a portfolio, without moving a worm in shorts... Without politics, without concerns, without problems – that’s what people want.

Everybody wants childhood. Childhood is perfectly careless, the absence of sexual instinct (i.e. with sincere emotions and passions) and faith in the good. A good future.

A long time ago, in my childhood when I was 10-11 years old, I got money on the phone, 400 rubles, it is unknown from whom.

Well, I think they fell and fell, well, maybe some of the relatives were generous.

After a while, a guy calls me and says, saying that your number was mistakenly thrown money, you need to return it.

I explain to him, I don’t have 400 rubles, I whip my ass, my mom and dad hold me, so I have 400 rubles.

That guy seemed to have gone away, so I decided to live on.

After a couple of days he calls again (what I have been waiting for so long, I don’t know. Per the whole community is cyborged, what to do? And he says, I was told that I am a shit, it does not justify me at all, the money I have to return, only now in the amount of 800 rubles, said interest for unjustified enrichment. After that, he began to explain for life the human and the manna, the pink and the blue sandals.

I didn’t understand what interest for unjustified enrichment meant. Of course I knew about interest, in school, but about unfounded enrichment I heard for the first time and decided that I was just scared with incomprehensible words. Nevertheless, I again explained to him that for these two days I did not stop being a shit, I did not receive an inheritance, I did not get a job, I solve my shit problems myself, without the help of my parents, and therefore I declare with all responsibility that I do not have money, there may be 200 rubles in the coffin, a little thing.

That type, my 200 rubles were not arranged, and he decided to pull out of the sleeve the main stunt and told me that he is sitting in the area at all, he knows the "right guys" including from my city (I am a fool, I said in which city I live) and these same guys will come with me to figure out and then I will give him not 800 rubles, but already 1500. After which he said that he served the punishment on the "eight" sits in the 5th squad and called his clique, saying that I was a muddy. Then he gave me a day to think where to get the money and put it on his account.

And I went to think. I knew that a colony located in one of the cities of our region was called the "eight", and I also knew that cell phones were banned in the colonies, because my father at that time served as the head of the opera (kum) colony located near our town. I went to Bat and decided to ask for a solution to the problem. Father listening to me, only clarified the number of the unit and the click.

The next day, the father came from work and said that my information was confirmed, that uncle found and seized a cell phone, and also explained what is good and what is bad, that is, in terms of human life, and a few days sent to SHIZO, to think.

Whether the uncle made any conclusions, I don't know, but no "right guys" to arrange the "rule" came to me.

Apparently dropped my uncle, but I honestly announced everything to him, and I did not have at the time, as I seemed other ways to solve the problem, I had to contact the authorities.

You cannot rely only on your opinion on any issue. For decency it is necessary to listen to a few idiots.

Yesterday I went out and saw a neighbor with a mattress, collecting something, under his door.

What good did you find there?

"There it fell, it happened to me at night to put the beaten glass in the track where I am leaving the yard. I’ll catch, I’ll drown the cock!

This morning, just as it was dawned, I needed to go for business. I opened the gate, I was going to drive out the car, and suddenly I see that the neighbor’s cage is moving along the fence.

I have to say that the fence of the neighbor is made of a professional roof and a height of 2 meters, only at the bottom of a strip of 30 centimeters from the grid. Between us a fence of rabbit grid, so I see everything perfectly.

The dog, a neighbor for the night, is released to walk in the courtyard, during the day he is in his wilderness. The dog is a two-year-old Caucasian.

I wonder who he looks like? I see, along the path along the fence, a grandmother goes and carries a bag with a bowl of milk. The courtyards are five by five from me, people keep cows from their fixtures, and the whole street buys milk from them. Here is my grandmother and she carries steam milk from her morning breastfeeding.

While I was looking around, the old lady approached the neighboring gate, and at that moment the cabbage jumped and whispered almost into her ear. What is the unexpected GAV!!! In the ear, from a dog the size of a calf, I don’t think we need to talk. My grandmother struck like the wind, only the broken bank whispered complaining. A couple of minutes later, the grandmother returned, pulled out the bite glass from the package and began to lay the pieces in the track by which the neighbor leaves the courtyard.

Kobe went to volley with pleasure, for today he has fulfilled his task.

Interestingly, and if a search is carried out by the entire leadership of the FSB - will it be possible to lower the retirement age back?

Another case in the work of a venereologist. I would call it strange.

There was a constant “client” in the doctor’s office. A young man aged 35 goes to the doctor stably once a month or two. Married, he denies any contacts, refuses extended tests for PPI, only gives sperm for one type of bacteria (every time different).

Ask why he so often passes tests that do not give an expanded picture of the disease?

The answer - he gets pleasure from the way he passes the analysis. Take it home in the morning and bring it - refuses, requires taking it not in the toilet for patients, but directly in the doctor's office. One time I went to the doctor asking, "Can you look? Suddenly I’m doing something wrong.”

by Mr. In an institution, the doctor is obliged to take it, understanding that another doctor should already work here (think a psychologist, a psychiatrist or a psychotherapist). Otherwise, complaint, fine and excuse.

I have another question, “Is he sick?”

Ten years ago, I borrowed a friend 30,000 rubles a month, before my salary. After the deadline, I reminded him and then reminded him again. I also found out what he owes the whole city. And gradually I asked him less and less.

Eight years passed and there was a rumor in the city that someone had killed someone in order not to pay the debt. I perceived this news and decided to forgive him all the debt. I told him about it, “Vasya, I forgive you the debt! You owe me nothing more!”

He was not surprised by this event, in his eyes read: "And what duty? And this one! I was going to give it!”

But yesterday he calls me on the phone (two years ago, as I forgave the debt) and asks for 15,000 rubles. I say, you did not give up the past.

But you have forgiven me.

No, I will not owe you.

Ask me anything! I put the phone.

This is so

They met on the birthday of a common friend. He was noted widely, in a restaurant with a large veranda. It was a hot end of May, a lot of wine, a sirene bloomed in the yard. Under the syrene, they started kissing, suddenly.

Dasha was a faithful wife, with her husband for eight years, but it was today she suddenly thought, "Damn, but you can afford it once! “Today is the best night for betrayal.” My husband went to Peter on a business trip. And Roma looked at her light yellow dress, under which it was easy to distinguish a strong figure, and thought, “Fuck, cool! And so he looks at me. What am I stupid? to forward! » He was also a loyal husband, well, almost loyal, but today is a special evening. When it all worked.

So they kissed and poured wine out of their glasses. And Rome said, “Get to me? » He said so confidently, so charming. Dasha thought for a moment (you can’t agree instantly), she replied, “Let’s just go unnoticed.”

They kissed in a taxi, they kissed in the elevator. Eight years of marriage seemed so sad now, Dasha was drunk and happy. Yes, the best evening for betrayal, everything went perfectly: wine, sirene, business trip, heat, this slightly shaved guy. In the apartment, Dasha pulled from Roma's jacket, threw it on the floor. Roma began to get rid of Dasha from the yellow dress.

She said, “Take a shower together. » Roma replied, “Of course! »

He went quickly to the kitchen. Dasha was surprised. “We need to heat the water,” explained Roma. “We turned off the heat.”

“Hm,” said Dasha.

Roma put a large pot on the plate. Emalled pot with blue flowers, probably bought in a Soviet business store. Sculpture on Emily. A terrible pot.

Bosaia Dasha came into something sticky. “That’s the beer I poured out yesterday,” Roma explained. Dacia sat on a chair, pressing her legs. Rome walked nervously through the kitchen. Dasha began to look at the picture on the wall: Roma, his wife, their daughter.

Where is the family? I asked Dasha.

to the sea.

Oh well clearly. Soon there is water, smoke?

My name is Roma.

Oh sorry to me.

Dasha stood up, walked to the plate on her chicks, dropped her hand into the pot: a little warm.

Roma looked around Dasha, thought, “Generally nothing special, the legs are thick, it is cluttered...”

Dasha stood by the plate, thinking, “Why am I rushing here? Ordinary man, dirty floor, this pot is awful.

The water finally warmed up. Roma took a hot pot with a towel and put it into the bathroom. He looked difficult. Daisy smiled:

“Listen, what, will we water each other out of the basket? Wild sex, of course.

“Yes, it’s somewhat strange,” said Roma. Let’s go in turn. You are first. Do not waste all the water, but heat it again.

There is no other pot?

Only this is big. In general, there is a cabbage salt in it, I borrowed until there is no hot water.

The cabbage? I wonder where this strange smell comes from.

I wash somehow.

Here Dasha understood: she was tired, she wanted to go home, sleep, she didn’t like Dima... that is, Roma. But most of all, she’s angry with this pot. Dacia quickly put on a yellow dress.

You are what? I asked Roma.

I am home. I am sorry.

“Well, okay,” Roma replied, thinking that there was enough water now.

Dacia took a taxi. The best night is over. Passion was stuck in a large pot.

Roma in the bathroom started watering herself out of the basket. He said, “I need to wash my head.” And then I decided: lazy, tomorrow morning will wash.

by Alexei Beljakov

Between light interest and unhealthy curiosity there is a rather thin line.