The Defender.

There was a barbecue barbecue here (this is what Americans call our barbecues), one guest told me. They changed the parquet on the first floor (her husband was an anesthesiologist, so the house, it must be understood, is not small), the furniture was cleaned up in the basement, now it had to be dragged back. He further tells:

- Two muvers (loaders) arrived, both black beauties under two meters, in t-shirts without sleeves, biceps like on the cover of a bodybuilder magazine. One tried to touch my chest, so Rex gave him that biceps. Not just to meat, but almost to bone. Oh, how he spoke! Then he says, pay, hostess, a thousand backs, or I will call the animal control to get him to sleep. I, I say, then the first I call the police and complain about the stumbling, you see the camera? She writes everything. In fact, we did not turn on the camera for a hundred years, hanged when the son and babysitter were left, and he was a high school student for a year. Here he stuck, as the sweet dragged all the furniture and even washed off the blood from the parquet.

What kind of Rex? Another guest asks.
and Taxi.
The Taxi? How did he jump?
Where should he jump? He is hard to walk, his back legs are dragging on the ground. He is 14 years old already.
And then how?
- Yes, I took it on my hands so that these muffins didn't come on.