The morning is foggy, Monday, the family fellow sleeps with their eyes open. In this idyllic Chelyabinsky (because the harsh) meteorite enters the part responsible for the house, as always on the energy jizer: "Comrades, you again [...], and again all the reserves of toilet paper spent! I can’t put it out! I do not succeed!! What are you doing with her?and "
From an angle melancholic: "We eat her ass..."