I called my uncle yesterday to ask how things...dialogue:

I am. How about yourself on vacation?
D is Goodbye, you are at work.
I am. My mother told me that my grandmother had pneumonia.
D is - ah..I had her already, it relieved her, the dropper was removed, the burn began to treat
I am. What kind of burn?
My grandmother decided to make mushrooms.
I am. - and what - mustard mushrooms burned? they are thermonuclear?))
D is At this time, a neighbor came in and said that for faithfulness, when he is sick, he puts an oak on top, so that he can be sure to warm up!
I am. Fuck to fuck! O_O...
D: Well, I said the same...
I am. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah
D, and don’t say it! 😉

p.s baby 80 years, the war survived, the hunger...and you say - the finger injected, burned on the sooth....the grandmother treats the inflammation of the lungs with sooth...instead of garlic)))