I miss the old internet (even on DialUp). When there were not all these successes. When every request was given what I needed. When you could normally talk to anybody.
Maybe even the Southerners still miss the time of slave-owners.

If you are a real specialist, you can easily triple your skill.

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It is my friend regardless of the specialty. Well I don't know how in your city, and in my, for example, you open jobs - some sales managers are needed.

Do you put ice cream vegetables in the multivarker? Do you freeze first?
YYY: right there. Why are they tormented?
Are they not half-grey out?
Yyy: well how do you say.) they are no longer out of vegetables.)

(xxx collects from the clinic reports on population mortality)

XXX: We are back again. We’ll be dying soon xD
YYY: What is it? ))
xxx: Yes, the landlord said there should be no more than one death per month on the site
YYY: ))) Can you get into the state of necromants? Statistics rule
xxx: xDDD

Hello from Perm.
I come in the evening to the entrance and meet my neighbor Vitu.
Did you watch the weather forecast? What is promised for the weekend?
Yes, I don’t look at the road, I look at the house 2 sometimes.
and??? to
"Well, if they are there in jackets, then in a couple of days and we will be cold, yesterday we sat in T-shirts - it means that the weekend will be warm.
- 0_o

Did I not tell you how you bought your skies?
It was a complete shit. Because he decided to buy them not in the city-millionaire of Omsk, but in the surrogat, because there was a discount. Hearing that we were heading north, all our brains were fucking forced to pursue them. My heart was choked on my mom’s car.
- We arrived there, for an hour and a half chased the consultant because you could not decide what to take on skies (fixings, hoodies, shoes). Then I gave the consultant a phone, another half an hour, and it seemed like the matter was in the hat. But!
- They paid with a mother’s card (he threw a babos there). Just out of the store, Vasa calls. That kind of shit didn’t take the clothes. I sent him naked and left. It was no longer possible to surrender without mommy.
Then he went north.
I went to the store with my mom. Changed the skies. But he did not forget them.
And now on.
- Mamma wondered that his skies were there, she decided to pass on.
What if no one is chasing?
A foolish answer. With acquaintances to the prison, and from here I take them to Omsk on the car
- The guy, although my acquaintance, the ppc sly, learned the option, came up with no less astute plan.
"Tomorrow, in order to pick them up, I will have to take them off from work, go outside the city, move to the man, go to the hundred with him, get his car there, roll on it without insurance back out of the city, and finally take the skies.
The winter has already passed to the whales.
Skiing in the cities

Fuck you guys, I am surprised. Are you embarrassed to look under the tail? In our kindergarten, everyone knew how to distinguish a puppy or cat from a girl.

Cats you say? We had a case showing in the town about the cat...
The housekeepers came in the afternoon, for the chance, knocked on the door, and from there with a child's voice: "Who is there?"" - "And who is there?"" - "I and Murzick!"" The robbers decided that the child with the cat in the toilet will be locked, will take out the equipment and look for candles. Murzik, an adult, well-trained big dog, held both in the corner until the owners came, even the militia, called by the neighbors at the request of the girl, could not take away the prey from the cat.

I recently watched the joke. A childless cartoon. I quote Krishna:
Being friends with girls is like eating unwashed carrots. You never know what awaits you in the next moment.

YouTube comments to the recording from the number radio station:

XXX: The terrible sounds. It’s like the souls of the dead are trying to contact us.
YYY: It’s military frequency, and you’re a fool.

What kind of shit about the shameless men with whom to walk with shame? Yes, my, though in sloppy jeans and a dressed T-shirt, let him walk - I never feel ashamed of people with him, because I know that he is a cool man, and what others will think is absolutely purple. I should dress him and tell him how to live, am I his mom? For an interview or a wedding of friends, he himself is smart enough to dress up, and in everyday life still lacked enough to provoke a quarrel in an empty place. You read some babes here and you think, "Well, stupid!", "Aha, tell your boys-husbands that they are villagers, and if you didn't, they would have walked out. Wonderful dynamics of relationships will develop, just wonderful! Do you have to go or go? And then they complain that the men on the pitch with friends start to disappear, bite on everything, and sex once every six months. Yes, this is their protest to the parental figure, and mother fucking is also a taboo, so it is not surprising that you such stops standing up. Let’s arrange your “happiness” and then blame everyone except yourself, “I’ve tried so for it!”and "

Yesterday, the local police came to us on the question of the falling tree on the car.
I saw them run away with a scream "live you will not take"
And here I sit at work, to me our Sbšnik with them comes to print out explanations from the flash:
Here is the head of the jury.
I will remember those eyes.

43 years old, will I ever grow up?

See: in the "Secret of the Third Planet" the cow was flying, and during the flight of the leopard it dropped or not? That should be the bomb!
Yyy: You hear, you have pre-protection in a day, and you have all the hernia.
XXX: What will I do? The engineering thinking has already turned on, hernia in the head instead of the diploma climbs! If a stranger had acid instead of blood, he would have to be kept in a container with soda, because he would then escape.
You have to keep it in a container with soda!

D. MACUEV: It was a wonderful story when the director of one of the, I won’t name which, piano firms asked, “Maestro, how do you feel about our new instruments?” and he said, “You know, do you have cold in your country?” and the German, who doesn’t understand the question at all, said, “Well, there are winters.” - "Is it very cold?"He says, completely confused: "In general, yes, it is". - "Do you have accidents at the substations?"Well, he went crazy, not understanding what it was about, says: "Yes, master, it is". He says, “Here’s your piano you can use as wood.” It is beautiful. I totally agree with him, actually.

From Habr:

by ikormachev:
In the mid-1990s I programmed toys on the calculator "Electronics MK", My calculator did not have a permanent memory: I decided to play - scratched the code - played - turned off. and :)

Harsh childhood, harsh toys... This is not a minecraft for you.

About the cats.
Cats Sinus (angled) and Los aka Tigdam Horse (there, I think, understand). Olka's cat, later renamed Bride for a beautiful figure.
One of the most recent acquisitions is Valer's cat. Picked on the wash in a terrible state, he sat in the warehouse for a long time, receiving different procedures every two hours. We entered the warehouse with the words "Valer, your time has come!", so it has come.

I walk through the street today and I see some three men standing by the fence. And one of them holds a rope with a pretty high-quality loop. I think the Alkas have somewhat disappointed in life. And they hanged...

Of all the countries of the world, only in Russia there is free wi-fi in the subway, which the authorities so proudly stated, but there is no one, his mother, toilet!! to
There is an internet site, go to the comments :)

“I am a soap-eater. For a long time she was a soap smell, adored any smells - both toilet and household, for a long time hanging in the household chemistry departments and smelling-smelling-smelling these divine fragrances. Then, with one memory of soap, saliva began to emerge, and I washed soap ten times a day and immediately licked my hands to feel that taste, which does not give me rest. Well, recently I broke up and bite a strawberry bite. Soap in my daily menu. Soap and iron preparations, because, it turns out, such things are thrown out by the body with reduced hemoglobin.

This is what happened to Jean-Baptiste Grenouille.

As my teacher of practice Matana said, we don’t write clamps, because clamps are in my head. That’s what we called it – scratches in the head.