And you also noticed that in all the fairy tales after the wedding write:
“This is the end of the story?”

One girl had a great cage. The high edges, the bowl itself was wide, winding; not so cast, not so much. A great cage.

Many students bought a thin bowl on which everything burned and broke. Especially often burned pins, well, and food in these pots.

This is really a good bowl. The story is from 96-98 years. Not the best years.

Somebody stole a bowl from the kitchen. Waste and its contents. The girl was more upset by the bowl than by its content.

She wrote: "Such a number someone mistakenly took such a bowl from the kitchen. No complaints and insults. Bring the bowl to the garbage pipe.”

Over the course of a week, a whole warehouse of different saucers has accumulated at the rubbish pipeline, but the same never appeared.

They have little to steal, so they want to be praised for it.

There was a neighbor who was collecting money for public needs. While I was running around the house looking for money, the neighbor said. She considers any silence uncomfortable and tries to stifle every minute of silence in the embryo. So we learned all the secrets and news from the lives of the neighbors. When I gave her the money, she said:
Oh, how easy with you: you always give right away. I first bypass those who immediately give and do not distinguish.
I hear a man from the neighboring room:
I agree with your approach, I married on the same principle.

The main problem with intelligent people is that they think that others think too.

I called a taxi. Put the price higher than in the program, so as not to wait. There are no cars. Within a minute, there is no car. In a few minutes I will raise no. No again no. Five minutes passed and, miraculously, we received the order.

The car comes and I sit. The taxi driver said I immediately saw your order. I wanted to go and you were promoted. I decided to see how far you are prepared to go.

xxx: I hope I won't get caught up for the word of the breast, or somebody will suddenly get excited about it.

YYY: I am excited, but I have no complaints. Please note it in the minutes.

I had a case with a Gypsies in my youth years. She worked as a salesman in the building department. A pair of crows flew, one of them jumped to me like, "but let me give you what gold I will take you all the trouble, only put it in the note." I have no money (90s and single mother). He said, “Take it in the box.” Do I have a “cash?” The box!” as a barrier to the whole store: "children, put at the box office who is healthier with a baseball beat, the Gypsies are stuck to us" - like the wind of the crows swallowed :)

On the one hand, it is inappropriate to come to a guest without a bottle. And on the other hand, if you have a bottle, why go to visit?

Peter for the first time. Hermitage, Petropavlovka is all the parade part, external. I am more interested in the city from the inside: its courts, its people. I turn into one such courtyard - a man of marginal outwardness is seized in the basement. I am him:
Couldn’t you find another place?
And he answers me:
Are we “you” with you?

Oh yeah kids! (The Old Jewish Parable)
There was a poor Jewish family. There were many children, but little money. The poor mother worked to wear - cooked, washed, sprinkled, distributed necklaces and cried out loudly for life. Finally, finally out of power, she went for advice to the rabbi: "How to become a good mother?". I left him in thought. My mom has since been replaced. No money in the family. The children were not obedient. But now my mother did not mock them, and a kind smile did not come from her face. Once a week she went to the market, and when she returned, she locked herself in the room for the whole evening. The children were tormented by curiosity. One day they broke the ban and looked at their mother. She was sitting at the table and...drinking tea with a sweet bread!
Mom, what are you doing? And how about us? The children shouted angrily.
Oh yeah kids! The important answer. I make you a happy mother!

2007 was a distant year. I did not fill up as a child. And since I was lazy from birth, I didn't even consider the issue of clutches and fitness, because after work, there's generally reluctance to go somewhere. The weekend is holy. And this is how in the spring I watch on local TV show a happy retired man who whispers during the report that he lost weight even cleaning the yard. Here it is, the thought crumbled. I am a guy raised in the Soviet past and knowing myself understood that you need to go to the courts. Because if you get to work, then work and not eat.



And it should be noted that I was then working in the public office as an ordinary office worker from 9 to 18 o’clock and therefore could devote to my twin fitness either in the morning (early), or closer to the evening. Would it seem like a courtyard? Search for the ad and go ahead. Where are the gardens needed? Of course in the UK. I directed my footsteps there. I called, came in and started discussing the working conditions with the master (woman). She talks about the salary, where to store the inventory, etc. I asked: and you can not wear the Buratino jacket, because I will clean early and therefore there is no point in wearing it. I was rejected (I thought I would somehow deal with this Device). When discussing the salary asked: Is it with or without the NDFL? Here was the first ringing from her side.

She asks, “Are you going to work as a gardener?”

I answer: Of course I am.

Well finished the conversation and we go out to show me where to clean, and then if I do not refuse, then write a job application. At that time, I had a first-generation RAV-4. I naturally, in order not to hit the legs, suggest to walk to a seat in the car.

She asks me again: Are you going to work as a gardener?

Of course I! Who is more. I was refused. When I called and asked where to apply, they told me that from 9 to 10 o’clock I should be in their office. Questions arise to the courtyard. So I didn’t understand what questions could be to the courtyard? Either cleaned out or not.



Then there were two more attempts to do and also with adventures. Oh yeah yes. The month was May. I had to go to Ash (at the time) to send a message to friends to acquaintances with a request to arrange a yard in the mud. Ask a word for me. From June to October I lost 14 kg. The schedule was like that. At 4-00 I got up (in summer it is easy), at 5 -00 already with a meth in my hands. The plot was for two bets, but killed one I. By 8:00 I had time to remove everything and place it, went down to the basement, there was a room, took a shower, changed clothes and went on to the main job. When cleaning the territory the first time the sweat lily like a cage. I often thought about giving up, but the pride of work did not allow it.

So as an option for weight loss is very even suitable.

At the end of the 1990s in one of the border troops in the North Caucasus.

The morning. The divorce. We think of a new, newly appointed chief of the squad, a stunned uncle with a classic Odessa accent, I have only heard of it in the movies before.

Stay awake, fellow coworkers!

Welcome to Comrade Colonel!

By the command of Okgug, I was appointed chief of this poghanotgjad. My name is Colonel Shusteg Izmail Magkovich. In order not to have any quirks about my nationality, I officially declare to you: I am a Belarus by nationality!



The whole squad in 3000 gloves)))

My family loves to sleep. Specifically, we simply do not have any problems with sleeping. Insomnia is not about us.

For example, the grandfather, being a student, fell asleep in the bus near the window and slept from 11 to 15 o’clock, surprisingly how the conductor did not notice.

He slept at the table above the book, slept while waiting for me from dancing. He fell asleep behind the wheel and he and his mother were in a car accident, quite serious.

I inherited this wonderful, strong dream (particularly appreciated by living with my husband in the studio and having different biorhythms. He may even walk on my head, I'm pissed).

But one day he made me an unimportant service.

I am 8 years old, my parents went to visit me, left me and promised to be 22. 00 to be home.

At eight o’clock, I came back from the yard, washed and sat down to read.

It’s summer and it’s still light, so I didn’t want to sleep.

But after an hour, I, tired of running fast on the street, wanted to sleep. And the castle we had was such that it was very difficult to close with the key from the inside, I lacked the strength, so I closed on the lock and had to wait for my parents.

But the dream won and at nine I was already asleep.

Following my mother’s words.

We come at ten, we knock, we call, we do not open. The key does not pass. is closed. I am already in panic. The home does not answer, there is no cell phone yet.

Half an hour later, my uncle and aunt arrived.

The option is to break the door, which is impossible because it is iron and very dense, and there is no tool needed.

The second option is even better – knock on the neighbors from below and ask to climb through them to the balcony.

The second option was applied, the uncle lander in a minute came down, took the door to the balcony and found me sleeping on the couch. I did not even wake up.

He says, at first I thought I was dead, because a knocked door fell with a thunder like this, the dead would rise.

He opened to his parents, they woke me up, made sure that I was okay and didn’t even cheat.

I didn’t get out of a princess on a peanut.

I go on the road and my mother asks my son:

Will you go to school tomorrow?

– No

Why is?

Life hurts

What if it doesn’t hurt?

Tomorrow it will hurt.

I have a boyfriend a few years younger than me.

We met him when I was 18, he was about 15.

How we met...

He approached me, a poor first-class student, asking for money to travel. And I was small and stupid and really thought what he needed, and gave the last - it was necessary to help people.

And then I began to meet him regularly in the city with a periodicity of half a year, sometimes a year.

Every time he asked for money.

I studied in one universe, then in another, then changed jobs, wages, went for free bread, married, and many more things done... and this fool is still walking and shooting the little stuff.

In the first few years, I just replied that I would not give money, and I remember him very well, and I know who he is.

Then I roared over him.

And, I almost forgot the main thing - all this time I often changed the appearance - then hairy, then bald, then with a beard, then without, then informal in cowboy boots and coats, then a rapper in wide pants, then a militarist, then a marching man, or just a dirty jerk from work. And all that time he couldn’t remember me.)

After getting tired of roasting, he just started sending him a naher.

Then one day he went back to me again, he was sent again... and it would have ended well, but in a couple of minutes we met again – he was stealing some grandmother, and she was already getting the wallet with her copies. I passed by and said to her, “Woman, don’t give him anything, he’s professional, I’ve seen him on the streets for 10 years. She woke up, hid her wallet and went on. And I went to myself.

Somebody is knocking on my shoulder behind me.

I turn, this body is worth it. Suffice enough.

And I, according to Picabushnik, weighed less than a hundred at school the last time.

And that idiot is starting to hit me. Mole, why did you do that? You don’t give money, and you’re still making money. What made it easier, what hindered?

And here, I am standing in front of him and cuddling... because I understand that I now have something to answer him, and somehow explain that he, a healthy man, cuddles money from me, the same man, and I just have to give him a part of my earned money, and he doesn’t want to do anything. And even the old grandmother must give him part of her pension. And I know that I will not explain it all to him. And such anger dispeled me... that I took and caaaak fucked him in the eye.

And I must say that I have always been an educated boy from an intelligent family, and I have always had a hard time hitting the first person in the face. Then it flew straight from the soul. And so well it became, easily, as if wings grew up and a stone from the soul.

Since then, our relationship has moved to a new level.

Every time he met, the guy started getting a puzzle.

Over time, he even remembered me and began to recognize me. The truth after the puzzle and the question: “When you remember me, you will remember me.” Then he got tired of fucking him... he just started forcing him to run around the team. First in the pins, then I learned myself.

The last time they saw me a few years ago... I was sitting in the car, he walked to me through the window with a standard miserable story, cuddled, stupidly smiled, “Oh... it’s you again... well, I ran, right?”

We have not seen since then.

I would like to believe that he is finally fine and he is no longer begging.

But most likely they just killed somewhere, for debts - he was forever mistaken at the halls of slot machines and there he planted everything he collected.

XXX: I sold the couch almost the same. Healthy corner sofa, all out of all kinds of fluids. I bet at all for 500 rubles only to pull them out of the entrance and take them away. No one call, in the end, the neighbor took for 10k :) with the amount he named himself

Maybe he is a fetish?

zzz: Just the neighbor with this sofa has a lot of pleasant memories. Part of divorces and neighbors.

The Ukrainians are such a proud people that even defeats they do not tolerate, but are obsessed with.

I work in the mine. They worked the shift, left, threw the dirty stuff and went forward into the shower. Bathing supplies are stored in a separate room, with each cvoi. We go in, pick up, swim, change clothes and put it back until the next shift.

The partner began to notice that the towel over the course of the day is still wet and the expensive shampoo is noticeably empty. The decision was simple: I bought five bubbles of greens, poured them into a shampoo and went on a weekend.

One day at work, colleagues talk about one of the bosses (far from poor). He goes into the shower, pouches shampoo from the soul and washes, green water flows from it. It continued around, I saw the egos who were at work that day. Without washing off the green, the chief of the bycttpo dressed up and literally fled the territory of the mine. He did not take any other belongings, but he remained Shrek.

It seems to me that to appoint a childless lady, who said, among other things, that “corruption in Russia is the purest myth,” to the post of deputy prime minister on social policy is the same as instructing Mutko to write an English language textbook for MGIMO students.