Did your relatives turn on the light while you were not at home? It can at least be wiped out. Our parents changed our door while we were on vacation. The entrance, Carl They decided to make us a surprise. We arrived, and the door is completely different and the keys do not fit! Thank you Dad.

Nokia will re-release the iconic mobile phone 3310".

The Prelude. A little high-tech will not hurt.

The body (and so indestructible) should be made of adamantium and recover all the damage.

The tornado.

"xxx: When I see in a downloaded book the phrase "This is the end of the introductory fragment", it only encourages me to find and download the full version of the book/film/softy."

ZZZ: It is not a fact. Sometimes you breathe with relief.

Basic Collector

A short list of debts:

Man must be free.
The sun should rise at 8:45
Fish should be fresh.
The moon will collide with Earth in 65 billion years.
The sun will have to turn into a red giant in 5 billion years (but the moon will have to stand up, because in 65 billion years it will have to find some Earth).

>> Well guy, well you and the barrel in the bed, if the crowning of your girlfriend is more interesting. < <<

Okay, maybe we just don’t know everything about the crucifixion? On accountants, they say, when the report comes together - such a feeling!
He tried but did not overcome...

The classic mistake of the modern efficient manager is that somewhere subconsciously it seems to him that it is possible to deal with the machine. He doesn’t think about the fact that any KOKOREŠ he buys for the organization of work at the enterprise is an absolute jinn-bookalist, to whom you order a member to the ground – and he pulls off his legs. And here is such a miracle of nature buys a system that is practically suitable. And as all the work is translated into it, it begins to emerge "practically", and the system turns the work into an Italian strike, because it is impossible to negotiate with the machine. And here emerges that item of the contract of the sale of the soul to Mefistopheles, which was written in small letters. The system needs to beined. And for such systems, “support” is not just “so that it doesn’t fall.” It is a fierce, angry, all-eating shit with burning eyes, flying through the corridors of an orphan office. He is always “need to do a dohuya”, he is always “it should have been yesterday” and he is always “without him everything is paralyzed.” And the one who sold this cockerel to the victim, at this point begins to smile very symptomatically and rub the pins.

XXX: You know, I thought. Here are the names of weddings there: fabric, silk, and so on. We’ll soon have leather – they’re also ranked as Morrowind armor.
So the coolest wedding should be daedric?

How are those poisonous nuts called, which cannot be eaten a lot?

The Brazilian ones. They are not poisonous, but contain a bit of radon.

HHH: How many can they be?

A couple of pieces a day.

What if I eat a lot?

You will not be poisoned. In order to have a noticeable effect, they need to be turned around a lot every day.

HH: And what will be the noticeable effect?

Wow, you will get fat.

Discussion of advertising picture

Judging by the folds of snow-white matter on the background, the card of the employee is handed over in bed.
Unfortunately, successful employment through the bed is still the norm of the Russian labor market, as if the designer Anna stated (although not hiding the joy).

Eating means we are in the car, the wife driving, we are behind. ...

What did you eat?

Firefighter Sasha evacuated a man from a burning apartment. A man fell on the street, a mess!! Deciding to check the pupils of the man, Sasha pushed his eyelids. Sasha's eye fell on the palm.The eye turned out to be artificial.Sasha's hysteria is natural.

What does the holy prostate mean?
Yyy: This is when you write, and around your head are stars in the shape of a nymph.

My daughter, fourth grade Masha, was brought to tears at school. She should write to her dad as if he was at war. He fought, and even was killed. Masha can’t imagine I’m going to be killed. But the Ministry of Education wants Masha in the fourth grade to learn to write to her father on the front. In any case. The cases are different, one of the parents writes.

Tagged neighbors

Neighbors beat their son on any occasion: for bad assessments, worn-out clothes, for being rude, and so on. Now the neighbors are old, the son grows up and beats them. Also in any case. These strange people are upset!

They intended to infuse respect, that is to say, to perpetuate it so that the fear of them would remain with him for the rest of his life, including old age. Many count on that. And, in fact, they are divided, because the stronger the fear, the more angry they are then scratching out.

Oh, the beginner generation, not understanding the value of a girl who can entertain herself.
Inexpensively rushing out of his bowl

Early spring this year. Governors are blinking in the eyes.

The Day of Diplomacy, or the Mouth of a Baby

I live in a relatively new multi-level house. All the neighbors are mostly poor and intelligent people, everyone knows each other, greeting each other, smiling, and so on. Everything is clean and gentle, you get used to the good quickly. But for some time over my apartment, a neighbor handed over an apartment to people from the Caucasus. Although I live my whole life in the southern city in the lowlands of the Volga, but I have never learned to distinguish them, in a word - from the mountains.
According to my sound estimates, there are 2 families with children living there, bragging, mocking, celebrating, and so on, sometimes until two nights at the top of the engine and eternal dismantling. Shortly received already.
Life taught me several times (and very unpleasantly), so I somehow restrained myself, because after 5 years of service in the Air Force and more than 20 years in the police (now retired) the plank fell at my head instantly, crumbled into all the heavy, for which I myself scratched (then), the bosses were not even weary (fooled), and as far as possible scratched the "not a bad employee", and so I endured these scratches, sought opportunities to cut them somehow under the law.
They began systematic Saturday drinks with dances, exits to smoke in the entrance, the bazar, the whistle, the roar...
Well I could not withstand somehow and the hour at 2 at night went up, several times called the phone, came out bitter age 40-45. I said – not good, problems will be created, and all this is correct, without threats, without mentices – type diplomatic.
He says to me, “We are all neighbors, let’s finish.” Well, slowly they actually finished, calmed down.
And so every Saturday. And I go and diplomatically reassure them.
I have to say that after the divorce my son lives with the ex. He comes to me on Friday and we work together on the weekend. The son is 16 years old (I am 48), he is somewhere 180 in height, but looks like an unformed calf or a camel, thin, lively, with good gray-blue eyes. Year 2 is engaged in handball fighting, but not a champion (maybe not).
All these "mountain holidays" took place in his presence. He kept silent, but when discussing, he whispered and said: Yes! Not well! I have to do it!
Here is the issue of diplomacy.
On another Saturday, according to the tradition, about an hour at night went to calm down. But!! Together with the “neighbor-hort” they spit out two other black devils and said, “What do you want? and!! You can’t see people resting.“And all this with a clear rush, said, went off from here. I feel the plank falls, it darkened in my eyes... But life is an experience, the next ass in old age is not hunting. I went down to myself, I think the ments will call, and there is a bell at the door. What do I think about business? I am trembling of adrenaline and outrage. The son also came out of his room, silently watching my body movements. We open - these traits stand and say the outdoors of the shit (this is the type of I) to talk hope. I go out and I already know that the plank has fallen, that all, the next flight is shining for me, and I did not notice that my son also came out after me.
They began by saying, “What are you hoping? A!"Only I was about to open my mouth and here because of me on my side a juicy, shaking blow to the jaw of the bullshit. Simple and clear. The hell lay down in a modest way. I on the autopilot (already set up) jumped from the soul to the "neighbor-hill", also lay without sound, and the son with a straight leg in the stomach of the third. He went into the neighboring door. I wanted to get by inertia already, but our neighbors on the site flew out - climbed, said it was not necessary (were probably behind the door) intelligents bl.... One of the neighbors, a doctor, moved these, licked on the cheeks, as if they moved, stood, whispered something, but slipped to themselves on the stairs...
So, all my trouble with diplomacy and the theory of peaceful settlement of relations with the mountaineers (read - with Chur...my) resolved in 5 seconds with the submission of a simple boy, whose diplomacy in their courtyard world begins and ends this way. The blacks traveled quietly day after day through the entire camp, so far without consequences. The son now no longer blaspheme, I speak like an adult, although he has not changed in behavior, the same body-camelion.

Today at the transit of the metro station Belorusskaya was held a meeting of graduates who bought diplomas here 5 years ago.

Radiculite, he is like a traitor, a fool, shooting in the back.

Google Voice on its mobile phone on its own
Max: And he said he did not find Nihua.
Max: but fucking I was not looking.