I don’t remember where I heard this story. It’s not a beast, but it’s a smile.
The 90s. Finally, the breathing gasoline was broken. The porch burned. There are no parts, and it is not foreseeable. The man gathered the necessary mechanism to hide in the barracks forever, to grind wood.
Friendship 2 + husband. A neighbor passed over to him. The prosec proposed this and said, “Let’s get it to the Chinese in the market!” “How is it? “She doesn’t breathe?” “Fuck!” replied the prohinder. He pulls in the Soviet workshop a piston from a whole piece of a cap (this growth on the breeze is the hardest), collects the mechanism and this is a miracle - it works! Well, it’s clear and clear that this happiness won’t last long.
Go to market. Not for money, but for happiness! In exchange for the package, please. They stop until the Chinese nearby changed his mind and rushed home. The thing was decided to sell, the money to share. Do you need to look at the stranger? Covered on the table, placed an asshole to the master, in order to combine the domestic television and overseas miracle, and there.
The cassette is untouchable. A half-hour speech by Mao Zedong.