Today I decided to serve employees in the office with an apple pastille. He gave each one a piece, but did not say what it was. One naotrez refused to try it until I told you what it was. And to explain why, I told a story from the past work. The employee’s name is Cole, further from his words.

My then boss rested in Egypt. When I arrived, I laid a hotel on my table. A bright flowery box with some oriental sweetness. All inscriptions in Arabic.

I opened and ate about a third of the pack. It wasn’t very delicious, but I made myself eat.

The next day I ask the boss: Dima, did you bring me this? Nifiga is not delicious, spicy. Consistency is incomprehensible. Heroin is a kind of sweetness, you don’t eat much.

The boss raised his eyes at me: If, are you? ? to This is a tobacco aromatized for calcium!

I didn’t eat the whole package.