Each has stories that can be told in a noisy company to increase the degree of the party. This may be a funny case from life or, conversely, something that is embarrassing to share. And sometimes events happen that cannot be explained, and you unwittingly start to believe in the supernatural.
And God forbid that there would be fewer of them, and good moments “shoot” more often. According to the strange law of meanness, amusing cases from life are rare, and more and more disappointment is recalled. But memory protects us and prudently fails at the right time, preventing us from going crazy in an unjust world. Here are a few incidents that will reveal the idea.
An interesting case from life
We omit the names, dates and hide the scene. Let's say that it was in the fall in a large city. Well, a man got drunk - with whom it does not happen. Holiday, good mood and affordable alcohol - no one is safe. As usual, accompanied by a drinking companion, whom he recognized an hour ago, but is ready to give his life for him, our hero decided to go in search of affordable love in a nightclub.
On foot, such beauties walk not according to their status, and it was decided to catch the "cucumber." Then a new comrade helped, pointing to a parked car with the words "fly forward." Friends sat down with a beer in the back seat, not embarrassed by the lack of a driver. But the driver was not easy. The local "lads" collected "tribute" in a small market and out of habit left the car side by side.
Raked so raked
How surprised and delighted they looked like two barrels of a “brother” when they heard the drunken “chief, two counters”. The fight was short-lived. Our hero hid in the bushes without a hat, and his new best friend migrated to the trunk. It’s funny to you, but the man threw it away when he could no longer find a comrade. This interesting incident in life changed his life, giving caution when choosing a taxi and a healthy liver. Such a lesson …
An interesting case from school life
How many horror films began with the words "schoolchildren gathered on a campaign." But here the analogy with the genre that combined comedy with mysticism is more suitable. Firstly, there were many strange warnings, as if a higher power opposed letting teenagers go into the woods. Flat wheels, forgotten phones and the intractable seller of the wine and vodka department interfered. But still the children escaped into nature, grabbing the tents and hiding the coveted bottle under the jacket.
The first evening was decent. Young people warmed themselves around the fire, told horror stories and secretly ran into the bushes to sip a drink of alcohol so that the adults would not slip. The morning was slightly overshadowed by a hangover, but recreational activities should be carried out. Then a rubber boat appears on the scene. The old, shabby grandfather’s bowl, even on the shore, did not inspire confidence.
But no one is bolder than a kid from a hangover, and fishing with a sore head is, in general, a tradition. And here is an interesting case from your life that could end in disrepair: a dilapidated tarp broke, and the guys began to sink in the middle of a huge lake. And would bring down the forest to the class teacher if one of the grief fishermen did not turn out to be a master of sports in swimming. Pulled out a friend. Without boots, pants and an iPod, but pulled out. And the mystery is that the previous evening, the story of the drowned people living in this pond was particularly successful. How can one not think about the revenge of the annoyed dead?
Superstitious addict
Somehow one representative of the public bottom decided to buy funds for depression. I banged on the ruble at the station and drove off. At first he drove past the police parade. Then he met a traffic cop car with a grim number "H 666 ET." And to top it off, a dirty, shabby black cat hit the confidence of a superstitious drug addict.
And he wanted to turn back, spit and become a full-fledged citizen. However, the legs themselves brought to the address, and we can say that the person was not to blame. These are all damned shoes - they are to blame for his addiction. But we were distracted. How surprised was the devout "shirik" when the masked man opened the treasured door. Strong hands jerked him into the apartment and threw him against the wall, which already had about a dozen such losers. Next was the bullpen, a few days and a delicious fingal. This sad and at the same time funny incident in life struck a drug addict. And instead of quitting, on the way to the point he began to listen carefully to the signs from above.
There is no moral - no one is to blame for the fact that people find themselves in drug captivity, and there are no signs that will help to abandon or warn that the abyss is close. You can only fight unsuccessfully and wait for your raid.
