A friend told me. February We are in line for a beer. And here the body comes out of the neighboring house - in family trousers and shorts. The whole stuff, the tattoo is not only on the face. "Well what is it? This was his last phrase!" This was his last phrase. From the same entrance comes out a aunt in a coat and says: "Go home, gallery of hooves! They are all French!"
c) Deuce