I bought a plush. The grandmother came to visit, saw it, asked what kind of shit. He told me who he was and where he came from. A week ago, my grandmother called:
- Imagine, I go out to the store, and at the entrance the waiter is sitting, waiting for someone. The same ass, the same hands, this is only the ears on the head, the waiting rabbit, probably. I’m going back – and he’s not, I’ve probably waited for it.