I heard the song of Mongol Shudan:

Gondons sail by conveyor
I take any and measure.
If I find a hole
I take him out.

Since I work at OTC, I immediately came to the idea that this is a song about an OTC employee who accepts products by organoleptic control methods. I can say the hymn of OTC.

A disbeliever cannot be made a believer, even if he is provided with indisputable evidence of the existence of God, for then he will become KNOWING and not a believer.

Exhumation

“Hope lives even near the graves.”
I.V. Goethe

In the plane, when sleeping is already unable, and flying for a long time, there are always some slow-flowing disputes and not necessarily about the meaning of being.
That time my filming team remembered the best alcoholic drink I ever had to try.
Since I am not even a theorist on this issue, I only had to turn my head, listen and believe the word.
Producer Lena, a great authority in matters of beautiful life, said:

- I will not immediately call the mark and year, but I can say that it is, first of all: red wine and definitely dry, Burgundy or from Bordeaux, in the mood. Ultimately Italian. From Tuscany, for example. The price of a bottle should not be less than 1,000 euros. It is cheaper to try nothing.

The camera engineer Tolik objected:

Oh yeah, the acid. The coolest thing I drank was when we were shooting the horse factory of one oligarch, so he poured twenty grams of collector martel into the whole group. Seven cents per bottle, by the way. Yes, it was cognac so cognac, I still have the taste in my head.

Here, the plane crashed and the operator Vasya woke up, he "cut off" from the half-turn to the subject of the dispute, sweetly pulled and said:

Burgundy, Normandy, Champagne or Provence are all flies. In the taste qualities of buchla, the main thing is not the fortress and not the price, but the atmosphere. For me, the best drink I have drunk in my life is the Zhygulevsky Beer with precipitation.

Lena shrugged the sponges in a twisted smile, and Tolik said:

- Well, if you haven't tried anything sweeter than carrots, then yes, "Zhygulevskoye" is of course, but we are talking about itself.

Vasya, not too upset, continued:

Then imagine a picture – a warm, May evening, an army fleet. At the gate, on the shuffle, there is a clock, we are five and we are dressed in everything new, like movie stars: white shoes, jeans, shirts, T-shirts. We all have one lap and a hole we roam in turn. One is digging, and the others are lighting with lights. The Romantic. At first, everything went well, but an hour and a half later, when the pit had already gotten to the hole, I had to throw off the spade and carefully dig with a wooden plate and even with bare hands. That’s where we packed up like hell. But no one paid attention to it, we all grabbed and grabbed, moving deep into the earth. And here we finally stumbled. It was she. Carefully pulled out, washed under the column, sat on the edge of the pit, opened and started slowly, tasting the throat, passing the bottle around the circle. and Kaif.
We drank and remembered, like almost two years ago, we were the fifth, quite green salad, only had time to get off the train and change our military uniform. As they scratched the little things in their pockets, they fell down and wanted to finally say goodbye to civil life in a human way. The volunteer was thrown through a high grid, he was thrown into a barrel, the money was enough for one bottle of Zhygulevsky. But on the way out of the barrel, our rider, of course, stumbled on the commander of the company. Then there were gentle pedals from grandparents, then ten dresses out of line, and most importantly, on the same day, the whole company (plus the orchestra) pushed us into the fleet to solemnly dig up the grave and bury a bottle of beer at a depth of three meters.
At night, after the funeral, we, half-dead of fatigue, washed the boilers in the kitchen and swore to each other - nothing, these two years will pass, because the dembel is inevitable, someday we will come out of the gates of the part free people, dig our bottle and still drink it. They dreamed and did not believe themselves.
Well, and what do you think, can there be anything in the world more delicious than rugged Zhygulevsky beer?

Why did Afghanistan appeal to the leadership of the Russian Federation with a request to restore the economy and infrastructure facilities, and the citizens of Russia did not?
Russian citizens do not have an embassy in Russia.

Behind every great man is a woman, what terribly irritates him. You have no business? Have you come to stand? What do you need at all? It is worth it.

However, George noted that his appearance was an unimportant advertisement for the firm:

>>> It took 5 years for the word "split" to cease to be associated with the phone. And what would the word "loot" begin with...

And in order to learn to write the word "to" it will take another ten.

Slots are just slots. Alternatively, he is endowed with a pale young man who easily multiplies four-digit numbers in his mind, although he makes three grammar mistakes even in his surname. Or out of that autistic who draws divine paintings and writes music, but at the same time does not know how to communicate with people even at the level of ask the seller for a baton of bread. Or out of that manager with the language of Akihito Pomelo, who can sell snow to the Eskimo and rubber grandmother Shah with a hundred thousand harem, but even the addition of simple numbers in him each time leads to a new result. Your slough can be lubricated to them only if it presents a positive, actually, alternative. So far he is not politically correct.

The rigour of the new leadership was seen not only in the presence of cold weapons, but also in its decisions: each employee was obliged to come to work, work on it and go home.

I will never tell my elderly father that his awakening religiousness is probably associated with the fear of death. Because I love him. But I do not even know you. Should I take care of your fantasies about the principally unknown man in the cloud?

Oh, the miracle with 17 fantasy tomics a week was still going on.
But she didn’t think it was enough and now we have 400-600 words per minute (10 words per second, Karl!) This is not a technique of short reading, but an artistic reading for the soul. I can imagine how such a person reads, for example, Silmarillion or some really scientific phantastic, once the emphasis is on this genre.
Wonderful and miraculous.

The fox in this sense is like a crocodile - it has existed for a long time, it is not going to leave and will eat anyone in a certain place, but it is still uncomfortable to collect apples.

The old joke:
At the time of the employment of the secretary, the employer is surprised: Oh! The speed of printing is 700 characters per minute. Do you really print so fast?
The Secretary modestly: Yes. At such a speed, it is possible to...

You are here: I read 400 words per minute!
and oh! What do you remember at this speed of reading?
What do you remember there? I am still them and I don’t understand!

I would not refuse to finally find these here, which "2 minutes - and ready". Everyone somehow got those who can forty minutes and an hour... There is no strength - even with a good prelude at the beginning to the end it is just painful.
I call them longs.

XHH: And what was she counting on, jumping from the scale on a rope hose, under which a huge loaf?? to
Thousands of views on YouTube.

I call a friend at the home:
Open it up, drone!
You are wrong.

Recruiting again
The drone?
You are wrong.

I carefully checked my memory. I read carefully, I have nothing else to say.
What are you, dude?

I don’t take Mops seriously. They associate me with stupidity. I only remember Donzova, she is constantly taking pictures with them.
It’s because they are associated with Donzova with stupidity!

Once again, she caught her little daughter (D) on cheating.
I: Somebody’s been lying too often lately, why would that be?
D: Per it’s because someone else has been spotting him too often lately?

Two figures on the example of our divine institution. In the clinic there are 41 doctors who are engaged in the direct management of patients. And 59 inspectors from 13 instances, who come almost daily and write out fines.
This is all you need to know about the effectiveness of the modern health care model (c) Stannum99

I was 18 years old. A first-time student who moved from city to city (half an hour by electric, but felt like a transition between worlds, no less). And if in your hometown, where everyone knows each other, with your personal life you will not turn, at one end you will say hello to someone, at the other they will call a joke, then here it is more free. I met a guy on the internet, some time ago, we talked online. We went to discussions including on intimate topics, and he is so actively flooded as can not tolerate boring routine sex, passion, impulse...

We began to meet in Real. Passion and impulse, it turns out, indicate a time span of about 30 seconds, and anything longer is the same routine that he can’t tolerate. It didn’t work out with us, in short, I’m over the word passion I still rub when I meet somewhere in the text.

The Bookmaker
As a wise man said:
You have to read a dozen books in your life. But to understand what, you need to read thousands.