I met a classmate, not seen for 2 years, both had free time - they went to the cafe to scratch their tongues. Naturally for such a meeting, we tell who's how life goes. I say I am married. She is:
Who is your husband?
It is understandable that the husband’s profession is one of the parameters of a successful marriage on the female scale. And my husband, I have to say, manages the Ciskovskij glands. Most in my circle of communication are aithishniks, so on the machine I answer proudly:
The Admin-Syskood
Humanitarian classmate, looking at my fourth size:
The sequel is understandable.