Biography with jokes

This is time: every day some kind of holiday takes place, in some part of the world, established, and for the other, it is optional, but due to the global of the information space, known. International holidays from the first world countries are democratic to match the countries: if you want - celebrate, you want - no, conveniently, pleasant and minorly. On Halloween and St.

Valentine's Day, no one drives state employees with pumpkins and hearts anywhere, each of the fellow citizens can completely love these holidays and hate in their own understanding and in any order, logical or not: to love Halloween, to hate Valentine's Day and vice versa. And this, no doubt, is an important and almost last surviving fragile achievement of domestic democracy.

The International Sex Day in this sense is worth a mansion: I always want to celebrate, but, as they say: Casanova suggests, but the Cupid has. In addition, in Russia the current word "international" is a dubious decoration, at least Oxymoron. International Sex Day in modern Russia in its theoretical apotheosis is the maximum of the official orgy of attache from the embassies of North Korea, Eritrea, Iran and Syria.

Guests from the DPR and the LPR, of course, were also called, but they gloom in the corners and hiss: look, fat, fagots, while we are there from the international life on this festival - cocaine, alcohol and sexually transmitted diseases. Such enduring values. However, from eternal international values ​​there are also healthy. For example, football. Right now in Qatar there is a World Cup.

The Russian national team is not involved there for obvious reasons. Oh, sport - you are the world. And not Russian, but universal. And even more so not a war. Yes, after nine months of life, inside the reports of battles, I can’t even believe the eyes: somewhere in the world there are not shot open spaces through which people are free and not to bomb shelters, but behind the ball.

Thousands of people rejoice in the stands and an aircraft siren will not interrupt their holiday of life. So, in Russia in Russia only 4 years ago, and as if in the last century there was also an international festival of football and sex, by the way, too. The amazing time of the amazing thaw, unrecognized by the very open world of Russia, when foreigners and Russians flanked in crowds around the cities, drank, sang and danced.

It seems, with such a phantasmagoric, but positive carnival, I saw the future that briefly looked at us: a motley holiday of life, in which it was possible to participate or not with varying degrees of immersion, he did not annoy anyone, but did not kill him and did not put him in prison. The hater of urban noise could always go to quiet places, we all sometimes need it, but then I wanted to be in the epicenter of the wrapper and was in it, and it seemed that on those dancing the streets something really irrevocably changed for the better.

So easily this thought was allowed and so easily believed in it. The hated West? The insidious east? European gays? Wild Moors?

Arrogant Americans? Where are they? There are only friends and here we sing and dance together, studying the languages ​​of each other. Where are all these Russians smiling to the whole world? Did they put the hemispheres z on their sleeves today? Where were they then? And where did you come from in such quantities today? The question is rhetorical. They have always been.

The foreboding of this was the sexual incident. After all, you remember these scandals and complaints about women walking on Nikolskaya Street one of the main streets of football festivities in Moscow to get acquainted with fans from other countries. Reading this on the Internet, it was funny to analyze and make fun of these “forbiders”, to see in them the flawed great -age virgins and notorious envious people, and consider small deviations.

Well, why are you crashing? You are married. Does your woman go there to stir up with fans? And moreover, she is also indignant. Or what are you going there to feel the fans? No, I understand, the story: “It was such and such married and, with a living husband, secretly went and sinned,” but what are your complaints about free people, however the disposal of their freedom? Once this, he says, Fu.

Yours are you - with you and you are with her. What are you building a fool? Ours, well, that is - Russians. Russian women. I'm Russian and they too. This is obvious. And these draws are obtained. What are you worried about them? Such is the war. There were horseradish understand when, but the bias is still felt. And just less men than just women, and even less worthy men, this is generally a piece of piece.

For example, you yourself are already busy. Come on, add to me, also Russian, white Slavic privileges, which I have not knocked about. Our world. We are sincere, more of our own, we will not offend. But there are Madam. One with me will dance lambada, the second - with you Salsa. But you already have Madame. And now I have Madame. And this new Madame for yours, therefore, you need to find another Monsieur.

And what is your dog, if the Monsieur turns out to be a sugary Monsieur, or Don, or Herr, or even Genacval? That's the point. They will blur them and throw them.And the girls want love. No, well, some do not want, but many want. And love. And weddings. And all this. If she is still a little with him, fun and a ponaroshka, and no offense, so why not with me-I can provide such and such.

Only there is somewhere at home! All the same! Only I'm Russian! And she. So, I should be more important and primary for her. But I have no opportunity. And secondly, so in honor, I am a hero-goddler, and you are a hero, but not a hero-hero. And there is a certain Jorge Lopez. And he is a rich hero. Only Gvatemalsky. And if Madam says: I like Jorge Lopez more and not because he is non-Russian, I somehow endure, but because he is a hero?

Russian - this, says, is more important. Even the presence of heroism has not guaranteed you anything yet. But if both Russians, one is a hero, and the other is not a hero? The thought is simple: I see signs, well, Russian. Suitable as it were. And now she is already in my theory, although there is nothing yet, and it will not happen. This, he says, is an opportunity. And when it is potential, although it is never realized, it will never be so potential from the eyes and will go away, then this is not lost.

So it is felt. But if she, without shame and conscience with this chocolate hare, goes under the handle, then it is immediately clear that mine, but not mine. And it's a shame! Well, some kind of near-Putin businessman there is a factor impressively squeezes, but you will not get it.