I go to the doctor. Uncle forty years.
He looked at me and whispered to the nurse:
Natasha, long live, thank you God.
She closes her mouth with a palm. Eyes for five copies.
and exactly? Is it really him? No any mistake?
He is
They both stand up in front of me humbly. And loudly with a single voice:
The Abyss of the Century!! to

They sit down and say half as if nothing has happened.
You have an abscess of the right age.

Isn’t it a cock?