I took to work my machete (45 cm cling) to close the chest, and sharpen to fix it significantly... I sit calmly for myself, I drive a donkey on the blade, from the columns the melody of Fur Elise Beethovine sits and suddenly the boss enters, with one of his numerous requests, looks at the picture and issues:
- You electricity this, don't worry too much, the salary of the son will be given, and immediately falls...
Next time I’ll bring the tomahawk, he’ll pick it up again ?