From a conversation about the upcoming dr from a familiar:
I will not go to him in the afternoon, well, his naffig.
What is it?
- Well, look, on a piece of baton, two circles of half-bottled sausages lie not very smoothly, with a sting. And here, to avoid this, he makes a half-round hole in one circle. I went into the kitchen with him. He was cooking butter. And he made them wreckage. The teeth. Table for 26 people. I’m afraid to guess how he’s mixing cream for cake. I am no longer with his feet on the holidays.