Sometime in the distant and the stupid kid, I wanted to become a designer ...
... Something. To invent new products, machines, coffee makers, glasses, what you want. As I (once again) is pleased that she became a librarian!
third week of suck debility of the fingers plakatiki for students. "Citizens, do not pass by, pozyrte, morons, our new items purchased with your same money!"
And as I zadolbala my profEssorsha! "Do not be so formal (!), Let's rephrase this."
Then it two weeks HZchem engaged, not responding to my love letters (each change must be approved by it. creature said that I'll be there own boss? "Remember - I'll kill you!"), then resort is at the moment I'm going to go (today reached almost to the exit! was only some three meters pathetic!) and "We're not in the market, let's rephrase. Then
She calls his assistants: "We (!) then prepared a sketch of the poster ..." and the three of them make out that idiotic plakatiki on atoms, that he did not look so "Clumsy"!
Then I broke down and sprinkled the smallness of the poison in a purely medical purposes, so that Madame with her entourage quickly rounded and finally I could go for lunch.
mantra: in April, and in April, and in April I'll svobodnyya!
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