Xxx: In any profession, some actions are produced to complete automation. The brain doesn’t even turn on.

Once we went to a friend at the house. As usual: evening, chashchik, songs under the guitar... In the morning we go home. I went out and waited for the others to come out. Friend of Denis:

Vlad, what are you doing? Why do you have a pencil?

...

I come to myself and realize that I stand and note the defects of the welded seams on the garage gates.



Yyy: It is good that the author is not a proctologist. I don’t think his friends would like to wake up from his deformation.