Another story about cowboys. My colleague told me the story. He sits in the kitchen with his son dining, the phone rings, then K - a colleague, you guess who.

K - Allo

This is me (a silent complaint)

The colleague turns his head, looks at the son wrapping the cocktail, immediately understands what to do.

My son, it is me.

Father, I got in trouble (even more complaining voice)

What happened to you?

I was fucked, Dad.

How did he win?

Yes, I have won.

Was he healthy?

Yes, a big laurel is like that.

How did you win so much? You have no legs since childhood, right?

Wild rust from the other end of the pipe. You are a good guy, you laughed.

He hanged the phone.