Regarding the tests, he reminded:
My wife and I are in a supermarket in a row. In front of them, a couple breaks their goods. And here the cashier aunt, looking at a bunch of pregnancy tests, says:
For reliable operation enough two, maximum three.
A woman falls into a stupor, rushes to say something, but her husband drives her:
In fact, three-year-old girls are cool only the first fourteen years.
And there was so much deafness in his voice that even the treasurer looked at him with pity.