Does not contain humor.
and...
Yesterday I was with my girlfriend at her friend's pioneering. I was about to leave at about 10 o’clock in the evening by the subway, and here under the window I saw for the first time in my eyes how the thieves pissed a person and picked up all sorts of hard-earned valuables. Two wicked men of one guy were whispering, he spotted all over the courtyard. We cried out from the window that they were fucking upset and that they were fucking, so they just pulled him out of the transformator bucket so we couldn’t see. Running one against two is not the smartest decision. Despite the protests of the girlfriend we were at home, I caused mentholes. Good guys, they arrived quickly. Indeed, I did not understand the final at all... there was no one there on the march and judging by the conversation of ments with someone from the windows, who saw this guy in the car that was loaded and taken away. I may have heard it, because it is nonsense. But the essence of the story is that I called 112 and then I was called back out of the mouth to clarify where exactly what was going on. And once they called me, it turns out that I was the only one who caused the menta from all the crazy apartment building. So come into the mess tonight. No one has even moved to help, not to run out, but even to call out... the people, your mother, are enough to be so indifferent! It can happen to anyone!