This is work. My work is about this scheme: come guys for whom I have to do some work and say
A fucking slice of abyrvalg.
It is crazy! I think I go to the boss.
Where can I get a shit and a spoon? I ask you.
He is such
Ask Galli, she knows all about shit.
But here it turns out that she knows not about the shit, but about the whore. Which properly applies to me. A little hollowing I go where sent and ask there. I find out that the shit lies on the left in the box, and the spoon in the neighboring barracks on the wood. I tell all this to the guys, and they look at me surprised and ask.
How? Will you not feed us the shit with a spoonful? We talked about Abigail.
Well, here I say my firm and decisive not and I do not. Then they go to another boss who has a poor understanding of human speech and says they can’t eat shit with a spoonful. And he’s all in white telling me: get rid of it! feed them with a snail!

That’s why I’ve been running with shit and spoon every day and I hate everyone.