The dog’s food is over. The dog wants to eat. I had to go to the supermarket...
I stand in line to the box c with a full pedigree cart. The lady from behind asks: Do I have a dog?
I got! “No, I bought it for myself. I sit on a diet. and again. Although, probably, it is not worth it, because the time I was on this diet, I was in the hospital... Although, before that, I had time to lose 25 pounds.
And then, bac, and I am in the resuscitation, with tubes in all the holes and droplets in both hands.”
It is not infectious, infection. He wants to know what a diet is and how to stick to it.
Okay, I asked for myself. “Very simple. The diet is ideal: you need to carry full pockets of food with you, and every time you feel hungry, eat one or two granules. In general, a balanced diet. And now, you are just shining up with health! Just like that dog.”
Oh, the whole turn has been interested, especially the guy who is behind this lady. Hey, that was what I should have expected! I wonder how I got into the resuscitation? What poisoning are you? I sat in the middle of the road and licked eggs, and the bus hit me!”
YES is! Madam is fainting, she clearly needs a psychiatrist for her. Why beating your head at the floor of laughter? But my mood rose... I wanted to hit my leg and put a jet on the box, but I thought that the overturn would be.