The Baumanka. The pre-session week. Saturday, six o’clock in the evening.
We go down the elevator with a group member, we decide to go to the dining room, we press onto the third floor. The doors open, three people instantly break into the elevator, we barely have time to get out. The elevator closes, one of those three touches us with a finger and says:"Ha-ha".
We did not suspect anything, of course. Here we see: the doors from the elevator hall to the dining room are closed with rollstones: on Saturday, one of the dining rooms is closed. We go to the exit to the corridor: we pull all the doors in turn, all locked.
We are in the elevator hall, where eight elevators work, and on the third floor stops only on request from the elevator. We waited for 7 minutes, finally one of the elevators opens, four bodies fall out, we and the fellow man quickly enter the elevator and press the button to close the door, with his scream, the elevator closes and we safely reach the first floor.
The next recursion cycle is completed.

XXX: How is it?
YYY: GUT
A square square? and :)
A square sometimes. It happens to everyone.

So it turned out that the second day in a row I smoked in front of the same box with disks (he is on the way to the universe, and I don’t like to smoke on the go) So I see the same guy for the second time in a row with a girl, about the same time asking a DVD seller type “first sex.” Support for young people"
The first reaction: Blade, the day of the surgeon! Oh, and then it came: the girls are different with him)))

The principal in the family is not who earns money, but the one on whom it is spent.

The Creative Santa Claus

Our organization is located on the first floor of the building of one of the central streets of the city, so in the lease agreement with the district administration is prescribed a paragraph on the mandatory decoration of facade windows on the days of national holidays. When the pre-New Year period suddenly came, the management of the company was confused - there was no money as usual, the old guirlandes drowned during an emergency flooding of the office, and the remains of the mishura are enough only to decorate the office cat.

But our director is called "creative" - he recalled how in the kindergarten he painted on the windows of the basement group of all kinds of grandparents of Morozov with his children.
Snowmen and his mother were very proud of their son. The girl was driven to the farm for paint and the creator under the enthusiastic whisper of our beauties began to create. In general, it went well and the mother of any kindergarten boy would be happy. But I suspect that for such an avant-garde on the central street of the city, we would scratch trouble all the way, so the girls quickly washed the window, and the director loaded it again. Here to him approaches our Uzbek cleaner Mastura and says that her younger brother in childhood studied in a specialized school and even wanted to enroll in the art institute, but now he is unemployed and for a little money at least all our building will be written by grandfathers.

They sent the driver to the Uzbek Vasnetsov and gave him a paper with all sorts of reasons to test his skill. It turned out that the boy really does fine drawing – in ten minutes he with the hard hand of the artist sketches of rabbits, bears and other fairy birds. So the cleaner did not lie about her brother-in-law – the Academy of Arts in its entirety should ask him on his knees to abandon the building and sit at their presidium.
The management quickly approved the overall design of the four windows, and while the local electrician hanged the outside lighting, the cautious creator forced the boy to draw in the extreme window happy hamsters and hamsters with proteins.

By the end of the working day, the huge window acquired the almost finished appearance of the painting from the Tretyakov Gallery and with its professionalism already attracted a bunch of managers from neighboring offices. Our girls knocked their noses and cuddled with outsiders, and the creative director accepted congratulations.

In short, all weekends Mastura’s younger brother painted on the windows under the supervision of an elderly guard, and on Monday we went to work.
Neighboring managers had been depicting attacks of idiotic laughter from early in the morning, rolling under the office windows, and our girls were humbly hiding behind their monitors. I then saw the emotions in the face of the most creative director and I can say that such a range of feelings I have not observed on his facade during all the time of joint work: instead of windows we had first-class paintings on New Year's themes - two extremes had similar plots - trees with beasts dancing around them, and in the center were wooden saunas with Snowmen and huge Santa Claus. Two main characters were written to the smallest details and dressed in beautiful cotton coats with national Uzbek ornaments. But most importantly, Santa Claus had the face of an elderly Uzbek peasant with a glued cotton beard, and Snowbird was like his elderly Uzbek mother. From the whole canvas floated national colour and it seemed that in the sack Santa has no toys at all, but a cage with eastern plow.

And then even our office mice became clear for what the creative director gets his money – in a couple of hours above the windows of our travel agency was painted a new advertising banner “Burning New Year’s tours to Southeast Asia”. But the most surprising thing about this story is that people came to us right from the street, and this is, as you know, the most incredible thing in our business.

In the first class, the teacher gives the task: to name and describe the most valuable thing that is known to the students. Petenka stood up and told about Daddy's car, Lenochka - about Mommy's diamond collar. The wolf stands up and says:
The menstruation!
The teacher cried out:
The wolf! What do you say? Do you know what it is?
The wolf answered:
I don’t know what it is, but I’m sure it’s something very valuable.
Because this morning my older sister announced that she was
She disappeared, her mother fainted, her father had a heart attack, and the neighbor fell ill.
was shot!

December 31, 2010 - Great Friday!
Before the 9th Saturday!

What a shit that is! You’ll just get to eat in front of the TV after 15 minutes of choosing this crazy movie, and you’ll have time to eat it all before the initial titles are over. Is everyone so?

XXX: How will I pass the exam?
YYY is silent.
XXX: Silent oral exam we will not pass =\

I almost finished the toy.
That is so crazy! 😉
YYY: what
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
YYY: The Fresh
xxx: what do you mean? 😉
XXX: There is a book on it!! It’s called Gary Potter and the Philosophical Stone! It was the first time I saw such a big book on the game!! to
yyy: O_O O_O O_O

xxx: And the motorists, probably, read with disgust about electric cars stuck in the middle of a clean field.
YYYYYYYYYYYYY Railways are about non-operating airports.
XXX: And the pilots are about trapped in traffic jams drivers.
YYY: And they are all happy. Only the dictionaries poof: they never swim.

friendikk: In the army served as a driver, we went to bed and tied our hands to the cardano and so slept for 2 hours)) Well, the type we repair...

Q: Did you fight with the light?
See also: AGA
Ohhhhhhhh?
You are here: Home "Father Christmas give me
Please list the boys who behaved badly"
WOW: Well I’ve thrown her a list of the most dangerous criminals of 2010))

shop : "Girl why is this caviar costs 180 lei, and this 210?", "Well, this is more expensive- from Kamchatka, and It is from Russia"....... thank you employers that they are only employed with higher education!

For whom the skyline is still a legendary car, not a dumb American movie

XXX: I can’t wait for social networks to get into the cars. He dropped such a traffic jamming on the side and said, “14 people think you’re a hooligan.”

XXX is 32nd. It is cold shit. Santa should have come to the universe.
We were told he was cold and he would not come.

Are you stupid? Do you see that I don’t understand anything?! to

The snow falls from the sky all day.)
WOW: Meaning of what?
I say, topolino puch falls from the sky, everywhere there are swarms.
WOW: I did not understand
Oh yeah, good luck with the new year!

Tagged: translation
Hello (I’ve broken my toilet)
Nalia: *ROFL* WHAT is it???)))
I have terrible associations.
Soup: No, don’t think 😉 Just a lot of pain.
Tagged: fucking o-o
Nalia is serious.
So it’s gone!! The pen is drawn!!! to
The pen is broken!!!!! to
Nalia: Late) I’m already a pasteur...