Funny stories and funny incidents from life
There is one company in which there is a copycat guy (whoosh, by the way, he has a dog (because everyone is chasing him)). He repeats everything after everyone. Once they went to the beach and one of them put a ring on his index finger, they say, so as not to lose it when he goes swimming, and let's repeat the imitator right there. He put his ring on his index finger, but tightened it higher, to be sure. After 40 minutes of diligent attempts to remove the ring from the already drooping and blue finger, they went to the hospital and sawed the ring.So it goes.
I had a sidekick, he made fun of the heifers like this: passing by them, he loudly pirdel and said: girls, shame on you.
in the days of Gorbachev, I stole the Soviet flag at school, and a friend sewed panties out of it for me - with the coat of arms and the inscription of the USSR. I rocked them on the beach.
Here, too, from the time of Gorbachev: in our city, a decommissioned passenger Tu (airplane) was brought and placed on one of the squares, a video salon was opened in it, and "stewardesses" delivered drinks during the session.
A long time ago, when I was 11-12 years old and I was just starting to swagger by skipping classes with high school students, and sometimes drinking alcohol with them, I studied with me at school a systematic repeater and a bully with experience - a certain Joker (Zhenya was his name, 13- 14 years old). So, in those wonderful times, a scarce Pepsi-Cola drink was brought to a nearby store once a week. Accordingly, all this was calculated and at the big break they rushed headlong for American soda. But the aforementioned Joker preferred to relax like an adult - on the porch of the main entrance to the school with a bottle of chilled "Zhigulevskoye", while greedily sipping a cigarette "Belomor". By the way, that cigarette was by no means tobacco.
There was one case, which they still remember guarded in the Krasnogvardeisky District Department of Internal Affairs in Dnepropetrovsk.
It was in the 80s and 90s. Caught a rapist who raped a woman in a transformer box. They took him out for an investigative experiment (reproduction), so that the rapist would show and tell what, how and where he did. During the experiment, the rapist asked the escort to unfasten the handcuffs, saying that it was inconvenient to show them in them and they were too tight. As soon as the guard has unfastened one handcuff, the rapist pushes the guard, pushes the woman back into the transformer box and closes the door behind him (with a stick, like a bolt). In short, these opera escorts ran around the booth and did not know what to do. After the screams, knocks and squeals died down a bit. The rapist opened the door with the words: "That's how it happened."
Since then, the reproduction of rape is not done.
