Half an hour ago, there was noise in the street. I went out to wonder.
The garbage reform has produced a crowd of parasites with roofs at the top. Even now, representatives of the rural administration walk through the courts demanding to pay for garbage. I also reached my neighbor. He is 92 years old, lives alone, all his life, years until 75 worked as a motorist in the local agricultural machinery until it collapsed. He still looks no more than 70 years old. The man is actively working at his site, and what kind of garbage can he have? What burns, it will burn and ashes for fertilizer, drizzle from 10 chickens, the same. Plastic is purchased on the sidewalk.
Now he is trying to duplicate this psychotic lady. But he does not want to listen to anything: he has a command from above, to lead to the obedience of the holops. In the end, she can’t stand:
When do you, old pearls, lift up?
The neighbor answered decently:
Thanks to you baby! I have lost my purpose in life lately. I began to wonder why I lived so long. Now I have a goal: I will bring the most beautiful bouquet to your grave.