Back with friends from fishing.

As soon as the contact appears, the wife calls:

Take the oil from the village.

We are on the way, we go in.

And we all hadn’t washed for three days, we smelled fire...

You guys, you smell like a man in your car! A man fisherman.

On the back seat:

Until you sit down, it smells like a man.

They drive silently.

Within a week:

Something doesn’t ring, doesn’t call in the cafe.