Here is another joke. Both of my husband’s younger brothers and 2 of their friends were going on holiday to Spain. Friends from the neighboring town (10 km). Do you want to drive two cars to the airport? They will come to us the evening before, and the husband of their four will take them away in the morning. Well, they came, of course, drank everything about the departure, and in the morning they all slept. The eyes pierced, jumped into the car and went, two badly, on the road of traffic jams, barely had time to register. In short, they stretch out their passports and realize that the two friends left their suitcases in the car, which stands quietly at our house. Well, they flew easily - with a passport and a hammer. I bought swimsuits there.