I love all kinds of souvenirs, but it is a pity that sometimes I have to go with them to a souvenir. = = (
Literally last week was here with us in one clinic, which is engaged in running examination and treatment of non-chirurgical diseases of the urethra. In the line to the registry in front of me is a guy who is obviously anxious and trying to remember something convulsive, it is noticeable that the movement of thought is strongly reflected on the face.
Approaching the window, you can hear a loud scream of the Soviet grandmother-registered, seeking to gain the last three kilograms to the promised two centners: "Young man, you to whom?"
Guy: "Beck - meek, I need to...short... to Buyman!"
Not just that guy laughed.