Today

So he picked him up and threw him over the cliff into the river,
shouting goodbye
For God's sake, don't curse the river.
I don't think these grandparents know that magic rule.
For God's sake, don't curse the river.
Why not? It's the first thing that comes to mind.
We start by cursing the circumstances,
and we'll drown in them.

The older generation is truly inadequate.
Today I was run over by an armored train in a store.

This old woman wanted to let a policewoman go ahead of her in line.
But I didn't let her do it because I was standing in front.
Should I let her go or not?
I asked her if she wanted to decide this issue for me.
And my politeness is impeccable,
(sometimes.)

Well, I just don't like that type.
These structures are covered on all sides with such facades.
Oh, they exude the sweet benevolence of authority.
Yeah, the authorities.
And they even had a girl prosecutor of that type.

And so, after paying at the cash register and putting the groceries in my bag.
I get my skinny ass rammed by a shopping cart. !
I turn around in amazement,
I see this older woman, a square-jawed, soft pink-colored fighter.
And her face is contorted with a grimace of rage and angry righteousness.
I know she was scared by my waist-length black hair.
Now that's the enemy, this dandelion of God decided.

There you go!
Finally! The enemy has been found, I must push him on his ass with my loaded wagon!
And with a snort and a graceful cubic left turn, she's off.
Curtain.
Yep, the police have a legion of defenders.
This old woman wanted to be helpful to such a pretty girl cop.
But here I am.
And all these old people are busy cursing the river nonstop.
You crumpled your thought.

Of course the train kicked my ass and left.
I hope the loony bin doesn't have a driver's license,
or else someone might get hurt
by the fiery temperament of a public service advocate.
This is a shock. Traffic accident-- give way to authority.
Shocked the heads of defenseless pensioners.
I kick you with a cart, I'm an authority too?
Only a psychologist could understand her motives.
Anyway, she kicked my ass with her cart.

Another woman happened to witness this heroic attack.
She and I had a real laugh,
after our eyes went back into orbits.
Because the surprise made them look like saucers at first.
So the attack was planned by grandma from the back.
But that's not actually funny
It's the result of irreversible brainwashing.
but the triumphant removal of the retired heroine was particularly spectacular. Yes.
It's true.
But we're not cursing the river, are we?
My ass didn't get hurt.
Yeah, that was the answer to the question of what a double is.
For God's sake, don't curse the river.
He couldn't swim and ended up in a raging torrent.
I hope you're not going to recite a couple or three volumes of books here instead of work.

“..so lucky!
Cheap Tragedies Inside the Pen
They Outlawed Us..” Yeah.

What idiotic stupidity, really.

It's a very old song, but now the grandmothers are on the side of the majors, but let's not get dramatic. The grandmother is a victim. She needs treatment and she's not getting it. And it was really funny.

this case fits under the heading of stupidity still on the rise.
and the effects of neuro-linguistics on the brains of the elderly.
It's one of the most inhumane experiments.
I don't know what else these adherents are capable of.

What are you doing cursing the river?

I don't know how to respond to insanity.
Think about it. It's an interesting riddle.