I was once in a student building. One of our brigades made the floor in a pork farm. There was also a brigade of shabashnikov men. Our guys were constantly complaining about them: they would smoke their newly laid tile with their cart, they would crush the space with their metal structures, then something else. Subtle men, shorter, hostile and disgusting in all their manifestations. I was sent to this brigade for a few days to help. Part of the help was a mixture of the solution, and our guys had a completely wonderful, perfect shape and the rest of the spade for this. I felt the pleasure of mixing the solution with this spade. With disgusting shabbatics, I did not cross that day, only listened to other complaints about them.



I go to my boys on the second day. I don’t have my favourite shirt!

Cho for a fist? I ask you.

“And her abominations (there were those shabashnikovs) were taken away,” they answered me.

This drop filled the cup. I went to the other end of the pig farm, to the nest of those disgusting ones. I fit. I see one of them standing at the corner and mowing his solution with MY beloved, strange spade. I walk to him, quietly take the blade for the pen and pull on myself. The man does not release the spade, although the hint, apparently, should have understood. I shake the blade stronger. Between us is a roof with a solution, and the man, in order not to fall, releases the spade. It all happens without a sound. I, quite satisfied, come back with the blade and start working. My friends look at me strangely. I am interested in their reaction. It turns out, this spade is not theirs, it belongs to the shameless, and our guys were given it only for a while. Time has expired, and the lap has calmly returned to its legitimate owners. I almost killed my boys at that moment. I was wildly ashamed of my behavior. Especially a little later it became clear that the harmful inclinations of those men and their hostility in general were greatly exaggerated by my colleagues.

I was working for the third month at a new workplace and I couldn’t understand why in the garbage basket, which is in our office, no one but me throws the garbage; why it is never cleaned by the cleaner; why one day it just became less garbage, and not it became empty (seemingly, someone pulled out the part)... All these thoughts periodically arose in the background... until the rain and employees, coming to the office, did not pull their umbrellas into this basket...

Can I please you?
I’ll drink this vodka myself.

I have a website about design. The children’s room uses black curtains.
Commentary :
There lived a mother, father and daughter. Once a mother sent a girl to buy curtains, but told her not to buy black curtains. The girl came to the store, and there were only black curtains, and she bought black ones.

My mother hanged them on the window. During the night, the black curtains struck my father. My father was buried. The next night, the curtains struck her mother. She was also buried.

Then the girl went to the police and told the police. They hid under the bed at night, and the girl lay in bed. When the curtains wanted to strangle the girl, the police shot at them. The curtains shouted, they had black blood and they died.

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You are what...?
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Insulted Cannes
Write that I should be offended, or I didn’t receive a message.

In our country there are two problems: people who believe that for a small salary they should not work normally and people who, after paying the money, believe that they have the right to demand anything. And already this leads to known problems: fools and roads, or vice versa.

Respecting Postal Employees:
I had to go a long way away from home to take care of a sick person. Accordingly, the work was not planned, the money was cut, but it was decided that the necessary will be sent by mail to the mother - there were no other options. And I apologize, dear disgusting ones, but I just had to endure close sexual contact with our mail for almost 2 years, and you, dear disgusting ones, actively and purposefully fucking my brain and nervous system. One of the packages never arrived, in another - instead of a leather jacket sent by a mother to her sick son, there was an open package of cheap caramel (precisely by weight), in another - instead of shoes - four packs of refined sugar... I can still list, if you want! In an attempt to upset one of you, the disgusting mailers, made it clear to me that this divine organization is not engaged in listening to complaints, and I can leave my dissatisfaction with myself. So here is the question: What kind of shit should I respect you and what work do you talk about? Is it so hard to steal from the mail?

LiLA18.10.12 - 00:19
I can’t breathe after them... How she bought them I don’t have the slightest idea, but she’s afraid of this one herself.. So, she decided to stick over me, sprinkled me in the bag... and left the room, and I can’t understand what it smells... In short, while she was in the kitchen, I threw her bag into the bedroom and closed the door... In short, you would hear those screams ))))))))) ahahaahaah)))) I thought the house would collapse ))))
Alexis 18.10.12 - 00:23
This is what! I once gave a colleague a counterfeit on Fahrenheit... You understand that there was nothing in common with the real Fahrenheit. (It is not surprising, for his former gave him) He found him used. Every time I smoked in the car, I sprayed the air conditioner. Instead of a refresher.
Alexis 18.10.12 - 00:23
So here
Alexis 18.10.12 - 00:24
We had to go to Pavlovsk together.
Alexis 18.10.12 - 00:25
Naturally, after each of his smoking, I began to hysterize, and begged not to smell that shit. So that shit sprinkled me, and I grabbed him. As a result, I was irritated, he had blisters, we smelled at the meeting with clients as two cheap and old prostitutes(( And the wife at home arranged hysteria, all about the same prostitutes.

From the discussion on the Habra on the introduction of theology in the universities.
ncix# I wonder who will the department produce, the theological engineers?
Picture: “Diplomated engineer-theologian sanctifying a new energy block”

Now the professors of the MIFI will be able to give absolutely accurate expert assessments about the fall of GLONASS satellites into the ocean.
"The rocket did not get into orbit because it hit the sky." Questions to the relevant department.

The woman wrote: She went and bought a silk dress. The Red. How I was shaved. I was touched by him. I looked for half an hour. Then I went to the sample and realized that the regime of hard savings now will be broken again... It was so beautiful... I will not wear it anyway - I will not decide.

Teotlu: I want a banknote root of minus two rubles.
Dark_Kat: Complex Lunches to Buy?

Press service of the Government on the postponement of weekends in 2013:
“Given that February 23 coincides with the Saturday, which is postponed to February 25, this day is postponed to May 10,” the document said.
Pepper, how is it?

I understood that the carpenter was really very old when I counted how many of my former people I had overnight in it... %)

From "The History of Brands":
Nokia - started as a woodworking plant, grew to rubber products production in the Finnish city of Nokia.
My first Nokia phone served 6 years... So I think now: was it wood or rubber?

Did repair recently, ordered in the neighboring city photo wallpapers, delivery EMS imposed payment. Okay, we were driving for a week - this is usual, but these heroic people were able to fold a half-thick cardboard tube with a roll of vinyl wallpapers inside! I refused, but the impression remains :)

...
A: I think it ruins the environment!
Ecology is a science, it cannot be ruined :)
C: Oh, like yesterday I went out on the balcony at night while smoking - watching astronomy!
B: Did you forgive me? You may get sick :D
D: We’ve already gotten sociology fucking here!!!))

I sit with my grandfather in the kitchen. He puts a phone book on his cell phone.
I have a mobile support...and also – a mobile portal! Thinking for a few minutes. Have you heard? I can make a portal and fly to the damn mother!

Today my accountant downloaded a program from the internet. The instructions say that before launching it is necessary to disable the antivirus..

The teacher dictates the lecture today: "Compliance with the norms of speech etiquette is necessary, STOP!!The condition is..."