XXX: It was a shit.
xxx: instead of the agreed thirty - forty-two minors
xxx: instead of one adult for every 5 units of growing organisms - 4 people for the whole crowd + three of us
xxx: by quests we have about half of the children, two of our accompanied + three - theirs
One of us and one of them stay with the rest in space, so that they don’t spread everything there to all the foxes.
XXX: I didn’t answer the phone.
xxx: the first step has passed - "give the second one, or we're in a hurry", and almost in a command tone
We broke a couple of things, the flashing lamp was ripped off with the root, although we told them, of course, over ten times not to break anything.
xxx: even Ira went down from the top in our pharmacy box to dig, because her head began to collapse (but after that there will be at least something but no-shpy, and I am not just about the pharmacy box now)
xxx: at the end are these teachers or who they are there, around the clash, which we have yet to crack, calculate for the accompaniment and material damage, crack again, "because we have them on the 4th block to carry", specified "to Chernobyl?" - offended
XXX: I was told that it was a kind of class they called.

How have you changed, your thoughts are so interesting.
You and I have not been there for a long time...
Have you spoken in the soul?
- how interesting you pronounced "do not chew"

to this:

So get rid of your lazy fatty ass from the comp/bar stand/board sofa and go and dig over these dirty beds to your parents. Nothing will fall from you. You will also improve your health.

Imagine a professional with high qualifications and a good salary.
Could he dig beds? Probably may. But when he does, the value he creates is much lower than when he does his job. It is worse for him (the beds are not paid, and time and effort are wasted, at the expense of rest, which is necessary for productive work), the parents (instead of communicating with them, he is in beds), and the economy as a whole, because GDP decreases. And health can not be repaired with a splash, but to ruin it - once splash.

On the forum, the discussion of children's names turned into another "there are normal names in our generation, in the class three Sasha, four Masha and three Natasha, as a rare name - one Marina, and now Eliseev and Gordeev were skilled!".

The case was in the early 2000s. I will come back from school one day. My grandmother said, “A distant relative came. She went to visit Moscow and brought you a gift! I run into the room. I see a big gift package. I rush to him with a scattered lip, I catch...and he is empty. My aunt brought me a package from Moscow. I have not had a big break in my life so far.

Theme about psychopathic bosses

In our city, the head of the cultural department at the administration clashed with the director of the city museum. The battle of the Titans because of the Swan :) such a culture in the Long Prudence!

I'll just leave it here

The fire was first noticed by a neighbor. He went out of the house to make a bath. The man knew that there was a kind of kindergarten in the burning building, where children under the age of two are engaged. The man escaped into a stinking house, but to get to the second floor, where the children were, he was prevented by fire. He then rushed for help to the nearest fire department. In what was - in home shoes, dresses and T-shirt. The strange runner was seen by Alexei Puzanov, who was driving a car.

At first I did not pay much attention to him. There is little happening in the holidays, Alexey remembers.

And then he noticed smoke coming from the window on the second floor of the cottage. On the fence near him was hanging a sign of the "cave garden", and in the window Alexei saw the silhouette of the child and rushed to help.

I ran after my brother. There were cars standing near the burning building. People were sitting in them and shooting the fire on phones, and the brother stood up under the window of the second floor, near which the teacher was standing, - said Yevgeny Puzanov.

As Alexey said, the most difficult thing was to persuade a woman to throw the children from the second floor into his hands.

I caught the kids and then my brother and I took them into the car. They were half-clothed, in pants and pants. The children were rescued, and the teacher remained standing in the fire. I found a ladder, I climbed it and helped the woman come down. She was already very ill, the savior recalls, she was barely taken out, and the roof smelled.

Lolmaus: I have only two gods to worship: Ketzalkoathl, the god of natural forces, and Acetaldehyde, the god of camels.

Namster: I am a Korean, typical of the CIS, my parents lived in Sakhalin, well you understood.
One day we go with my brother from training (yes, according to all the canons of the genre), already in the evening, there are few people on the street, lights light alone. On the other side of the road, behind us, we see a bunch of yard dogs. With a little caution, we go on.

They noticed us.
When I read on the internet the bloody stories about the victims of the street gang attacks, I knew they were dangerous. They will not break into pieces - so they bite, then take injections from rabies, it is necessary to sneeze.
To reassure myself and my brother, I say:
Look at the food.)

The trouble crossed the road.
I remember the case when a friend was bitten by a domestic dog. Not the courtyard, but the house. I remembered those two holes from the cracks in his forearm.
We accelerated the step, the fatigue after training suddenly changed to fresh vigor, wanted to sleep, sports bags in sensations dramatically lost weight, and I was also ready to lose a couple of pounds on the asphalt.

The dogs went to our side with a wild loaf, a couple of dogs prepared to run away.

I turned to my brother and said:

Brother, I don’t eat so much. We go.

Here we drowned. They run like idiots XD

I once told a girl I wanted to be a game designer. She: "How is the beast?"

by Sliva_rzn
My husband and I sometimes play in the likeness of "Guess a Melody": I include an arbitrary rock composition or some retro, and he guesses. I play Elton John. He tries to guess in the spirit "mmm... well how his... well this... Well I understood, it’s that guy with the piano!". I: "Do not fuck with the piano, but SER fuck with the piano!"

Topic on Lapshina

fasalt: Man turns the hooks on the car, I give him a cat - "sterilize quickly". I don’t expect him to hear “I’m a car trainer, not a veterinarian,” I tell him, “You have two hours to figure it out.”
CharlieK: As a result, a cat dies from an infection after being sterilized with squid, and I fired the employee. The Megamanagement!
oldschool93: and then I attract new investors, smile beautifully to them and hire a new employee for their job
TravMax: And the most aspiring thing is that such effective managers manage vital sectors (such as energy and medicine).

A good king does not steal his servants.

History of Baptism. Not politically correct, but it is true. Negroes, do not be offended!
My acquaintance Natasha, a third-generation English teacher, came to Saratov with her American husband Jim. week is

It is time in our country, by analogy with the concepts of "mayonnaise product", "cheese product", to introduce the concept of "cinematic product". People should know in advance what they are paying for: a natural movie or its replacement.

The iPhone will first become entirely wireless - that is, a brick without connectors and buttons. will be charged only inductively and will be turned on by the
VIS> and then for the purposes of ergonomics, development and solidarity with LGBT it will be made in the form of an anal block
VIS> adepts will walk around and say that it is not pederasty, but technology and simplicity
VIS> look: I have my pockets free!

Let the shit continue.

this
>One excavation of no one’s need for a bed of what’s worth...

Yes, you have already hit with these beds... your parents also did not have your bicycles, endless Lego, dogs and other hoodies, but they were bought to you, because there and then you sincerely believed that you need to live without it. So get rid of your lazy fatty ass from the comp/bar stand/board sofa and go and dig over these dirty beds to your parents. Nothing will fall from you. You will also improve your health.
Because one day you will wake up and be ready to dig half the globe, only there will be no one. For never ask who the bell is ringing for, it is ringing for you.
This was the post that you poured your thistle on.
I am sorry, it is overwhelming.

Okay, I don’t argue, I bought it. But why, it is asked, should I bump on beds if I don’t like / heavy / don’t want to? Parents earned and bought bicycles, endless Lego, and so on. Why can’t I hire them people for a moment, with MY money earned, so that they can dig them all over? How did this concept get the “Russian soul” that everyone should suffer? Why not calmly drink tea, communicating with parents, while people who are ready to dig (for money) will do so. How did you get it, masochists!

The weather is sunny and not so cold :)
No clouds in the sky.
Something I want to do 😉 😉
Normal reaction to the sun.
A typical Peter's resident
I saw and stunned.
From happiness if he remembers what it is, or from fear if he does not remember what kind of shit it is in heaven.
And with the voices we will all die!!! under the bush
If you can do it 😉

The urgent news:

00:45 In London found a bomb of World War II

12:46 In London found two World War II bombs

to affix. Give me two. A. Already...

I go into the car in the morning, the inspector stops and begins to smell.
Are you okay, did you drink?
What is it about?
You have a strange smell in your car.
Oh, that’s what I wore. It was yesterday, I didn’t think you smelled.
He is hidden. The happy path.